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makeup, hair, and outfit stylists were all over her like cheap perfume, but not in a bad way.
luara had a quick photoshoot to promote her upcoming album, and she was late. really late. it wasn't her fault, though. not entirely. neymar had woken her up with his kissing and nibbling at her throat, disturbing what was a perfect slumber, but ended up seducing her into staying just a few more hours. she'd turned up with messy hair, and purple splotches dotted on her throat.
throughout her scrolling on instagram, a phone called buzzed at her phone. she got playfully annoyed for a minute, expecting it to be neymar, but it wasn't.
hesitantly, she accepted, "hello?"
"hi, luara."
"are you," she cleared her throat, "are you okay, marcos?"
he hummed on the other line, "of course i am, yeah. i was just wondering if you're still in paris?"
"i am." luara eyed herself suspiciously in the mirror, watching her hair stylist tend to her hair, and her makeup stylist try her best to cover up what neymar had given her.
"uhm, well, i am, too. not for long, though."
she nodded her head slowly, "good for you."
"luara, why don't we do dinner? on me. i enjoyed talking to you when i met you, and–"
"marcos," luara cut him off, fighting back a cringe. still, she wanted to be as nice as she could, "i can't, i don't want to. i have a boyfriend."
he was silent on the other line for a few moments, "oh."
she sucked in an embarrassed breath, humming again. she felt bad, but lately, things had been going good for her and neymar. she wasn't going to ruin that out of spite like all the other times. he'd been quite good to her, and she'd been quite good to him. of course, they still bickered now and again, but, like always, one of them would apologise without having to actually say sorry. it was good. good relationship, good sex.
"uhm, i didn't know that. is it that guy–"
"yeah, that guy who got all weird on you, i know, but, yeah."
she waited for his response, but i didn't come. all she got was the call ended tone, and she pulled her phone away from her ear, staring down at the screen with a scoff. clicking her phone off, she reached over, setting it down on the table in front of her, then settling back in her seat.
"well, i've tried the best i can. can you tell i'm covering something up?" her makeup stylist, antônia, stood back up straight, turning to the mirror.
both luara and her hair stylist, pedro, looked back at her in the mirror, then to luara's neck. she'd done a good job. you couldn't see her hickeys at all, completely covered with makeup.
"woah, did you ever even have hickeys, lu?" pedro leaned forward, looking down at her neck instead of the mirror.
luara laughed, "that's good, antô. good job, honey."
antônia chuckled to herself, "what do you think neymar's gonna say when he sees that they've gone poof?"
luara rolled her eyes, sitting back up straight, "i hope you've got a good outfit for me. i've been looking forward to this all day."
