Chapter 08 Name

173 2 0
                                    

Intentions by Justin Bieber🎶

Picture perfect, you don't need no filter
Gorgeous, make 'em drop dead, you're a killer
Shower you with all my attention
Yeah, these are my only intentions
❤️

She was sitting beside me in the passengers seat behind. You might be thinking of me as a pervert making a move on a girl merely after 5 months of breakup but I am NOT!

I didn't know she even existed before a few moments ago. I was waiting for my car as it was late because it had a flat tire.

Yeah sounds strange that the Neymar Junior has a flat tire. But what's the big deal, just a normal thing right?

I heard someone say "merda" which caught my attention because no one freaking speaks Portuguese in this damn country.

I saw this girl, maybe 5"3' or 5"4, she wore  a black tshirt with blue jeans, a grey cardigan, medium tan skin, beautiful brown hairs below her shoulder...cute smile, oh and she has these dimples too, and what amazed me the most was fucking ZERO makeup yet she looks so damn beautiful! Wow!! Is she for real? Not even eye makeup! Just a light lip balm that made her natural pale red-like lips shiny.

I must admit I've never seen any girl like her before. How could someone be so simple yet so beautiful.

I think I'm way too noticing her.

I looked away from her towards the window. God knows for how long was I staring at her.

She might be thinking of me as some lunatic, but good thing she's been on her phone since.

"Você mora aqui?" she asked me a bit hesitantly
[Do you live here?]

She was good in Portuguese. I hope she's not a CIA agent or something.

"Eu... não,eu não moro aqui... Business only"
[I...no, I don't live here...]

I hate to say that I don't live here even if I have my mansion here.

"Okay, well thanks a lot for today. You were my savior today" she smiled.

What the fuck is 'savior'!
I put a mental note to take English classes starting TODAY!

"My pleasure"  I smiled as if I understood every damn word she said.

"Hey I forgot to ask—"

"Chegamos ao endereço da senhora , senhor" my bodyguard announced as the car arrived at the given address.
[We arrived at the lady's address, sir]

"Oh finally, It felt like ages to me finding this address, Thanks a lot...Uhmm...Na verdade eu não intro—" she was cut off by her phone ringing.
["Actually we did not intro—"]

"I have to take this call, is that fine?" she asked apologizing.

"Está bem" I assured her
[It's fine]

She got out of the car, and my body guard, Milano,had already taken her bags inside the hotel.
He came back and said that he saw a few paparazzis were already in there and suggested we leave at once.

As much as I hated this, I had no other choice than leaving. If they recognise me, and see talking to... fuck... I don't even know her name...
I decided to go and atleast say tchau to her but I saw a paparazzi approaching, Milano saw this and asked the driver to move the car.
QUE PORRA!!! Damn it!!
Now it's confirmed she might definitely think of me as some lunatic or a mob mafia or something! Great!! Just fucking great Neymar!!

                                 ******

AMOR- A Tale Of Destiny || NEYMAR JRWhere stories live. Discover now