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"so what happened to that angelo?"
luara had her phone pressed to her ear as she smoothed out her outfit in the mirror, "i don't know, neymar kicked him out or something."
kaila laughed on the other side, "is that where you are now? neymar's?"
"yeah, but not anymore." luara stood back from the mirror, turning a little so she could see her back, making sure it looked good on her.
"well, you know what room i'm in." kaila exhaled on the other line, "do you wanna go get food?"
before luara could answer, neymar came up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist and leaning into the crook of her neck, placing a hot kiss there.
her hand entangled itself in his hair as she replied, "i could get food."
neymar ground his lips into her neck, biting softly, but kissing over it, and luara's face broke out into a smile.
"okay, well, i'll see you later then. i think my ride's here."
quickly saying their goodbyes, luara hung up the phone, erupting into a soft giggle at the sensation of neymar attacking her throat with his lips.
he licked over her smooth skin, hands moving down her thighs to move under the thin fabric of her dress, rubbing over her hips, "stay, lua."
she shook her head, placing both of her hands on his and pulling them off her, "no, neymar. i miss my friend."
he pretended to have an offended look on his face as he pulled away from her neck, wrapping both his arms around her shoulders instead, "you can see her anytime, you live in each other's vicinity. i'm in a whole different continent."
she shrugged, moving him off her in the process, and turned around. she rounded him, picking her heels up off the floor and taking a seat on the edge of his bed, "i'm not staying, that's final."
he turned around to face her, rolling his eyes and folding his arms across his chest, "do you not like being around me when we don't have sex?"
luara scoffed, briefly looking up at him, before sliding her foot into one of her sleek black heels, ignoring his question. she'd dated him on and off for four years, and he thought she only used him for sex? is this man for real?
"didn't ask you to come to paris anyway." he shook his head, running a hand through his hair and digging his phone out of his pocket.
she decided against entertaining his stupidity and tied her heels to her feet, standing from the bed. she pushed past him, walking out of his bedroom and making her way downstairs, heels clicking against the laminate flooring.
he followed after her, "where are you even going?"
"out." she responded blankly, picking her small handbag up from the dining room table, swinging it over her shoulder, and opening her phone to message her personal driver to come pick her up.
he groaned in frustration, "are you that eager to get away from me? won't even tell me where you're going?"
"neymar please don't fucking start," she rolled her eyes at him in annoyance, opening the camera app on her phone to make sure her makeup looked okay, "i've been here for ages."
"three days is ages with me?" he quirked a brow at her, but all she did was glance over at him.
"yes, it is. hopefully i find someone else that i'd rather be with." she muttered. she was annoyed with him. he always seemed to find the worst in every situation with her, and he always made a big deal out of it.
neymar clenched his jaw, staring over at her, "you won't find anybody else."
she locked her phone, putting it in her bag, looking back at him with a sigh, "really? won't i?"
"no you won't," he shook his head, "you don't need anyone else– you don't want anyone else."
"are you sure? 'cause from what i've seen parisian men are really attractive." she smiled, running a hand through her straightened deep brown hair, "and they're such gentlemen."
neymar bit the inside of his cheek, eyes falling down to look over her, lingering just a bit longer on her curves, before rolling them back up to her face. she looked good, and he wouldn't be surprised if a parisian man had his eyes all over her the second he saw her. he tensed with jealousy at the thought of someone else being all over what was his, and he ran a hand over his face.
"don't say shit like that." he grimaced, and she shrugged in return, her phone dinging with the text message from her driver being outside.
"i'm leaving." she walked past him, but of course, he was hot on her heels.
"luara, i swear to god, don't even think about fucking someone else." he caught up to her, grabbing her wrist and stopping her in her tracks.
"if i think about it," a small smirk creeped it's way onto her face as she looked up at him, "i'll fuck him."
he exhaled deeply through his nose, watching as she walked toward the front door, hips swaying slightly with her movements.
"you're a bitch and i don't love you, i'm gonna go fuck my other bitches 'till you come to your senses."
