C O D E W O R D | neymar jr

XXVII

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"Happy birthday!" I shouted, a large cake weighing me down and the candles illuminating the dark room with a golden tint. Groaning and rubbing his eyes, a large grin spread across his face as he realised I didn't wake him at midnight for my usual shenanigans.

Soft wind trailed out of his lips as he blew out the candles, a large '31' displaying itself with a green outline and a yellow interior, matching his Brazilian shirt. Just like that, the room went dark as I realised I probably should've turned on a light.

Swiftly, he turned on the lamp beside him, revealing us in a dim light. "You're officially an old man!" I celebrated, seating myself beside him, as he swiped some icing on his finger and licked it off.

"What else am I getting?" He winked at me, and I scoffed at his audacity, his fingers trailing my upper thigh as he spoke in that stupid, sultry tone. I knew he was trying to get a reaction, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction he wanted.

"A good night's sleep!" I pushed his hand away, taking a large bite of the cake that currently resided on my lap, the icing covering my face. I felt him sit up beside me, attempting to wipe the mess off my face while we shared a laugh at the icing covering my face. "I'll just get a tissue."

However, before I could get up, I felt his hands place themselves against my cheeks as he kissed me. At the same time, he attempted to lick off the icing. I laughed as we fell onto the bed, a strange mix of licking and kissing.

We were playfully pushing and pulling each other when we rolled over a bit. This resulted in him being on top of me. A cheesy, albeit slightly nervous, smile appeared on both our faces as I felt his muscular arms surround me, the lack of a shirt not helping the situation.

His eyes had such an overwhelming effect on me.

"I love you," The words spilled out—the first time one of us had said that since December—and his head dropped as a slight chuckle escaped his lips. I furrowed my brows in confusion, not quite understanding what was so amusing about this situation. "What's so funny?"

"You don't understand how long I've been waiting to hear that..."

A warm, fuzzy feeling engulfed my heart, sending butterflies zipping around my stomach like I was 19 again. It was like I was in love for the first time all over again. Well, I'm only saying it once," I joked, and he rolled his eyes at my sarcasm before placing a kiss on my forehead.

I saw his hand move towards my face, followed by a large cake. His laughter filled the room as I also shoved the cake towards him, both of us covered in cake with nothing but pure giggles surrounding us.

I felt the most intense feeling of true love I've ever felt in my life.

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I welcomed people in; Ney was still in the bathroom, fixing up his hair like a teenage girl. His teammates, his friends, and all the people I didn't know flooded into the house, bringing food, drinks, and laughter.

Finally, after what felt like hours of entertaining the guests, Ney made his way down the stairs. A slight dance to his step as everyone began to sing for the birthday boy. Instantly, his eyes locked with mine as he blew out another cake.

After the pleasantries had come to an end, he hastily rushed over to me, pulling me into an awkward side hug after realising he had left me alone for the past fifteen minutes as I had no friends. I hadn't attempted to make many new ones since the situation with Belle.

"You aren't going to talk to anyone?" He asked, and I gave him a somewhat dirty look while his face stayed dead serious. "I told you to invite someone. Did you? What about those girls from the modelling agency?"

"You know I don't get close to colleagues." We spoke silently, with a slight twinge of embarrassment in both our voices. However, I'm sure they were coming from different viewpoints.

Well, this is a party; go talk to people!" He grinned before being pulled away by a random man. I awkwardly stood there. Talk to people. My greatest proficiency Sure, I looked like these people; I wore designer clothes and spent way too much money to do my hair, but those were the only similarities.

So there I was in a crowd that wasn't my own.

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"Bonjour!" A drunken woman came up to me, Antonella, stumbling in her comically large heels. I smiled at her, attempting to stabilise her, yet she only wanted to dance. "You're Neymar's girlfriend?"

"Yeah, you're Messi's wife?" She laughed at my comment, but with the amount of alcohol in her body, I'm sure she'd laugh at anything. "You enjoying the party?"

"Si! But they could've had better music. Trust me, I have a playlist that would make everyone in here dance till they die." She ranted, I attempted to take the glass she was sipping on away, yet she pulled it back. "You're Brazillian?"

"No actually-"

"Colombia? I knew a girl from Colombia, very pretty, who looked a bit like you."

"I'm not Latin American." I stated, interrupting her train of thought. "I'm originally from Italy, but I moved to Brazil when I was 16, I signed for some sketchy agency." She listened intently, somewhat curious about my life. "I met Ney at seventeen."

"I'm surprised he wouldn't date another Latina, his ex was a beautiful Cubano." And with those words, interest shifted. Antonella wouldn't remember if she spilled all of his secrets, secrets Messi probably told her. "You probably know her!"

I shot my head around and said, "I think I would remember if I knew his ex." I scoffed, and she tilted her head slightly, tracing back memories. "I haven't researched his rumoured lovers. I'd much rather have some self esteem."

"She was at that party? Last May, they dated for a few months, and then he met you, and they broke up. She was in that red dress, absolutely perfecto. She was too tall to suit me, but I matched her perfectly."

She continued to speak, however, my train of thought was interrupted. He broke up with some random girl he had only dated for a few months for a fake relationship.

"Messi told me that Neymar wanted to propose, but then you two reconnected." Propose? To a girl he had been dating for a few months? And I broke up another one of his relationships, first with the mother of his child, then with the woman he wanted to marry. "He tried to get back with her after you left, but no, she married a billionaire!"

At that moment, Messi appeared from behind her, probably managing to interpret that his drunken wife was spilling secrets, secrets intended to be kept, to the new wag of PSG. We shared an awkward smile as he attempted to convince her to come home.

However, a new question lay on my stupid, overthinking brain. Did he actually want to marry this woman? 

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A/N: I have actually had the craziest weeks of my life. I met a guy, then we started snapping and turns out he's trying to talk to one of my friends!!! AND, that toxic situationship kissed a girl with the same name as me!!!! And then my dad cut off his finger