He moved his head down to my neck and brushed his lips over my neck and collarbone. I shivered and bit my lips.
"Stop trying to seduce me." I whispered,
"I get what I want. And right now I want you." He whispered against my skin.
Neymar pulled my tank top up and started trailing kisses down my stomach I gasped. He came up to my face and looked me in the eyes like a tiger, my breathing hitched. Neymar then kissed me roughly on the lips I tried to resist him as best as I could. He stopped when he knew I wasn't going to give in, he then ripped my tank top off which left me in my bra. I felt weird just laying there in my bra because again he was kind of like stranger to me. He stared at my body then smirked, he grabbed my the waist and started kissing my body more sensually, I bit my lip to insure I wouldn't moan. I heard a knock on the door.
"Clara, its Diane. Is Neymar in there?" She said through the door.
"Shit" I mumbled,
I pushed Neymar off me and quickly looked for another shirt. I found one and put it on, Neymar sat on the bed with a smug look on his face .
"Don't tell no one about this." I warned.
He shrugged.
"Seriously." I frowned,
"Okay." Neymar said.
I sighed and opened the door.
"What?" I said,
"Is Neymar there?" Diane asked,
I nodded faintly.
"Why is he here?" She asked.
"Erh. We were watching a movie." I lied,
"Oh. Well, can he come with me downstairs?" Diane said,
I shrugged.
"You can come in if you would like." I said trying to be polite.
Diane barged in.
"Neymar! Why did you leave me?" She shrieked suddenly.
I rolled my eyes and sat at my computer desk with my phone.
"Sorry babe, I was bored. But your sister kept me company." Neymar smirked,
Diane glared at me.
"Oh ok. I'm going to sleep in my room you can come later if you would like." She said.
"Okay, goodnight." Neymar said as he kissed her cheek.
Diane left the room dazed and closed the door.
I shook my head.
"Why did you try to seduce me." I said,
Neymar looked at me but didn't answer.
"A stranger tried to seduce a young girl in her own home. That should be the headline of a news report." I stated.
Neymar still silent.
"I mean I don't even know much about you. You're really strange." I said.
"But you let me." Neymar finally said,
"I told you to stop but you didn't. You were the one taking control." I said,
There was silence.
"Do you do that to every girl you meet? You seduce them into getting what you want." I frowned as I put my phone on the table.
"I'm a famous soccer player. I get what I want. Always." He said,
"Mhm... is that so." I mumbled.
I came on the bed and sat down.
"Tell me about yourself." I said.
Neymar looked at me.
"There's not much to tell." He frowned.
"Everyone has a story. And right now I would like to hear yours." I said.
There was a moment of silence.
"I don't do romance or anything lovey dovey." Neymar finally said,
"You're sounding like Christian Grey now, from 50 Shades of Grey." I nervously chuckled.
Neymar looked at me seriously. I looked down at my fingers.
"Tell me about yourself." He said,
"There's not really much." I said.
"Like you said, everyone has a story. That's what makes every human being unique." Neymar mocked.
I rolled my eyes.
"My parents are divorced obviously and my mom lives in Barcelona. Um... thats my story." I sighed.
Neymar layed on my bed.
"We'll find out the rest." He said.
Neymar is intimidating. And I'm not gonna lie he is kind of hot. I just didn't like the fact he tried to seduce me and how he was rude sometimes and acted like an ass but how other times he was understanding. He was truly confusing, and now I'm determined about finding more and more information about him.
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