This chapter may contain a lot of grammatical mistakes. Will work on fixing.
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Rays of sunlight shined in between the blinds in your room. Causing you to toss and turn as the light was bright enough to piss you off. But all the tossing and turning stopped suddenly when you realized you were in your bed. "Fuck." You couldn't remember anything from last night.
Shooting straight up, you glance around the area and yourself to see that someone must have helped you get into pajamas and into the room. And that someone wasn't next to you. But the scent of cologne was lingering in the air to prove that he was there recently or it was just so strong.
But of course, he's a professional athlete so he must have left really early this morning. Looking at the clock, it was already two so there's no point of doing anything today. Your shift wouldn't start till nine so laying back in the bed you decided to get some more sleep to help with this hangover.
On the plane, Neymar stares out the window. Remembering every little detail of last night. Biting on his bottom lip, he couldn't help himself that was for sure. And the deal you two made was all a part of his plan.
"Let's make a deal." Neymar sat back as you laid your head on his lap, he began to massage your head.
"What type of deal?" You turn to look him in his eyes.
"Okay maybe not a deal but! I want things to stay like this. I want to be able to come over anytime, we can go anywhere but~"
"But what?"
"We don't have to commit to each other just yet. The media would have a field day with you so I wanna protect you as long as possible." He wasn't wrong, he wanted to make you all his but the media was the biggest issue. He didn't want you to feel the pressure like he does. Having to hide yourself from doing things you like didn't sit well with Neymar. But if this meant more time together, then he was okay with it.
"So friends with benefits?"
"You could say that, no feelings towards me huh?" Neymar chuckles and you sigh.
"I wasn't ready for a relationship anyway so if you were going to ask me out right now, I was going to shoot you down." You laugh and turn your head back so Neymar could continue massaging.
Neymar was a bit upset after you said that. He wanted to know that you were all his, after all he's done for you, even if you weren't together officially. He couldn't let Antonio win.
Because he knew, Antonio was committed to this game.
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The night was warmer than it had been the last couple weeks, it seemed the spring was slowly on its way and you couldn't be happier.
Spring was your favorite season after all.
"Okay you two." Pointing between Luis and Perla. Something was off between them. "Spit it out."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Perla was nervous as hell and Luis had his arms crossed, not making eye contact with you.
"How long have you two been dating?"
"Huh?! W-what makes you say that!" Perla jumps from her chair.
"Luis barely talks to me and you have been avoiding Luis here at work. I'm not stupid, something happened after Christmas." You lean back on the counter and Luis finally looks over at you.
"Fine. I asked Perla out, yes after you left on Christmas. Kinda obviously." Luis was cold with his words, which was pissing you off.
"And I don't care that you two are dating. But that doesn't me you should avoid me. I'm your friend as well. You two could have been honest with me."
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Play fair (Neymar Jr)
FanfictionAll bets are off. He knows he already won. (Mature warning: Violence, drinking, smoking, smut, stalking)