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"the fuck?" luara stared at him in disbelief once she got into the living room, standing in front of him as he was sprawled out on the couch, phone in his hand.
he tilted his phone out the way to look at her, "what?"
she chucked her phone at him angrily, grinding her teeth, "neymar jr seen getting cozy with instagram model in paris. neymar, the fuck?"
"lua," he lifted her phone to read the article, already knowing what it was about, "it was to promote her account. she's not even a model, she's one of the people who post pictures of themselves on instagram–"
"are you joking? you think i don't know who that is?"
he locked her phone and put it down, along with his, "it was nothing. to promote her account, do i have to tell you a third time?"
"fuck you." she waved a hand of dismissal, picking her phone back up, "do you even want to marry me?"
"of course i do, what? you're my lady." he reached back out for her phone to give her a reason to stay put, but she'd grabbed it already before he could.
"hm, i don't know. you say that and you go back to your model-wannabe girlfriend again? for what, the hundredth time?" she folded her arms across her chest, sucking on her teeth as she looked over at him, rage seeping through her veins at the thought of her man with his hands all over someone else.
"it was for a stupid fucking promotion, luara." he raised his voice, sitting up and sitting normally on the couch, leaning back on the cushions.
she nodded her head, "well, fine then. why don't you go do your promotions with her and i'll go back to brasil and i won't even bother texting you back, huh?"
"no, fuck off, luara, you're staying here with me until we get married, and then we're gonna have a baby–"
"i don't trust you, puta. everytime i'm not around i see some fucking article with your name and some talentless idiotic influencer next to it. i'm not getting married to you if that's what comes with it, neymar. i'm not having your baby if their pai's lying scum."
he stood, shaking his head and resting his hands on her lower back, "that's not gonna happen anymore. we're getting married, we're having a baby, and the only times you'll see my name in an article is if it's to do with you, or football. no one else."
she gazed up at him, chewing on the inside of her cheek. she wanted to walk out the door in a rage and never come back, but she wanted her big wedding, and she wanted her man. she knew his promise was real, and if it wasn't she'd leave him in the blink of an eye, and ignore his existence for the rest of her life, even if he was stood right next to her.
"i have to get to wine tasting." she huffed, pushing past him and heading for the lift into the garage, figuring she'd just take his car.
"wait," he jogged after her, and she paused in front of the lift, spinning around to face him. he smiled, pressing his lips to hers in a drawn-out kiss, hands falling down her sides to her ass, squeezing it in his fingers.
she hummed against his lips, one arm draping over his shoulder, and her other hand raking into his curls, tugging at them as their lips moved in a perfect rhythm.
"do you have to go now, or can we make it quick?" he started pulling her with him as he walked backwards to the couch, and she began flicking her heels off.
"make it quick, i don't want to be too late." she let out a giggle as he hoisted her up into his arms, walking to the sofa.
