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luara was in the process of taking her makeup off in the mirror of the hotel bathroom when her mother called.
"he was such a gentleman when i first met him though, luara. are you sure you just weren't making an effort?"
luara dropped her jaw in shock, and gasped loudly, "making an effort? there was no effort to make. he was staring at my tits the whole time."
on the other line, her mother quickly answered, "were you wearing something low-cut?"
"no, i wasn't." luara responded strictly, pulling back from the mirror to turn the light around it up a little, "i was wearing a black dress with long sleeves, and the neck bit went up to my collarbones."
márcia hummed through the phone. she desperately wanted her daughter to meet someone, and she really thought angelo could be the one, but, guess not. instead, she sighed, "well, i'm sorry he wasn't that interested, linda."
"it's okay." luara shrugged, wiping the last of her makeup off with a makeup wipe, and tossing it in the bin, "anyway, mamãe, i'm gonna go. it's really late here. te amo."
"te amo, anjo."
ending the phone call, luara stood from the small stool she was sat on. she'd decided to get her own hotel room, mostly because kaila was getting on her nerves, so she had her music playing quietly in the background as she walked into the bedroom.
from her hotel room, you could see the eiffel tower, which lit her room perfectly when she didn't close the blinds or turn the lights on.
upon hearing someone try to open the door, followed by a long set of knocks, luara furrowed her brows in confusion. it couldn't be kaila, because it was almost gone midnight, and she was always knocked out before then, so she set her phone down on the nightstand, and walked toward the door.
she opened it, and was met with a sluggish-looking neymar, leaning on the doorframe, a playful grin on his face when he saw her.
"i've missed you, meu amor." neymar slurred, stumbling his way into the room and lazily wrapping his arms around luara's waist, pressing a wet kiss to her lips.
luara scrunched her nose up at the smell of the alcohol on his breath, and she immediately knew he was drunk. she pulled away from him, shutting the door closed.
"have you missed me?" he giggled drunkenly, reaching behind her and sliding his hands down into her shorts, giving her ass a firm squeeze.
"neymar–" she pulled his hands from her shorts, placing them by his sides, "why are you here?"
he licked his lips, snaking his arms back around her waist and stepping closer to her so she was flush against his chest, "i wanted to see you, sexy."
"you're fucking drunk." she scoffed, pulling his arms off her again and rounding him to make her way to the mini-fridge.
