Ex~ w/ Neymar jr

Part 26-Her

A couple days after getting my stuff Neymar wanted to go out to eat so we could forget about Matt. We were sitting in a beautiful restaurant when an even more beautiful woman walked in. She was tan, tall but not too tall, long brown hair down to her mid back, curvy figure, and a perfect face. Paris was full of models but she was the prettiest girl I'd seen in years. Neymar's eyes landed on her for a moment but he didn't seem to surprised by her; he just looked back at me as we continued talking. But I was still glued to her.

"How can you be so unfazed by such a beautiful woman?" I asked my eyes still on her.

"Eh, I guess she's alright, not my type."

"I don't like women and she's fucking gorgeous."

"There's only one woman I really find attractive, no point even looking at her."

"Neymar, I am not prettier than her."

"Maybe not by your standards but to me, you're fucking gorgeous."

I smiled and finally looked at him, his eyes glowing. The hot brunette began scanning the restaurant, almost like she was looking for something; or rather someone. Her sparkly eyes landed on Neymar, she cracked a smile and strutted over.

God, even her walk was perfect, she was definitely a model and I was sure of it now. She arrived at our table and Neymar looked up at her, looking tired of her before she even said anything. 

What was his problem?

"Neymarrrr!" She said, flashing her white teeth. And it only made it worse that her voice was innocent and sexy at the same time.

"Hi Anailize." Of course he knew her, he knows everybody. Every model, footballer, singer, actor, literally everybody.

"It's been so long, I've missed you." I've missed you? They've dated.

"It has been a while I suppose." He said avoiding her gaze and ignoring her comment. He almost seemed annoyed by her. He held my hand under the table, now I was sure he wasn't fond of her. Most of the time when he did that around another person it meant he wanted comfort.

"Mind if I join you? Maybe you could introduce me to the good looking gal next to you." Neymar hesitated, and somehow he texted me without even looking at his phone; telling me to do whatever.

"Please sit!" I said smiling.

"Thank you darling." She said sitting down across from us.

"So please introduce me!" She said her eyes landing on Neymar. She looked kind and warm but there was a hint of anger or... jealousy in her eyes.

"This is Jayla, my girlfriend and the love of my life." Pretty bold for an opening statement I thought. But I realized he could see it to, she blinked and the corners of her mouth inched just a little bit closer. She was clearly a celebrity, so when she gave so much away with her body language I was a little surprised.

"Pleased to meet you Jayla, I love your hair." She said putting her hand out to shake mine. I shook her hand and continued.

"So how do you know Neymar? Even though he seems to know just about everybody." I said faking a laugh.

"We dated for a while back in Brazil, met through his father when he was 19 and I was 18." She said smiling heavily. Her facade was slipping but it looked like she knew, so just laid it on thicker.

"Oh that's nice." I said, displeased but without her knowing.

"I wish I could stay longer and speak with the both of you more..." Which clearly just meant Neymar.  "But I have a shoot, we should make some plans to go somewhere another time, call me." She said winking at Neymar and getting up, strutting and eventually exiting the restaurant.

"Ugh." Neymar sighed.

"Ooh a little teenage love ah?"

"There was never love between us, just my dad controlling me. I never liked her, she's so fake."

"Well she was really into you babe."

"I don't even think about her. And I'm pretty sure her name was Anazily not Anailize."

"Wow, if I dated her I would think about it everyday."

"Ok so then who was your hottest teenage boyfriend?"

"Uhm, his name was... I think Luis."

"How hot was he on a scale from 1-10?"

"Compared to you like 2 but on his own a very solid 9."

"Mmm, and how much to you think about him?"

"Never really."

"Now imagine him but your dad makes you date him."

"Ugh."

"Exactly."

"Plus there's no point liking Anablah blah blah when I have the only girl I want." He said kissing me."

"Now let's go home."

"I'd love too."

We got up and walked to car, finally out of that restaurant. He drove us home and all I could think about was Ana- whatever. 

Where did she come from? How was she right there, right then at that exact moment? Why did she care about Neymar?

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800 words today, finally getting back into writing. Hope you guys are still liking the story cuz I don't even really wanna end it 😫. Also why was I so late to finding out brunas pregnant? So happy for them and if they have a girl that child is gonna become the next adriana lima fs with those genes.

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