Strings Attached // Neymar Jr. Ft Marc Barta

☓Chapter Nine

Camila's POV:

"Wake up, it's ya birthday! We gonna party like its ya birthday." A certain Brazilian loudly sings, very off key may I add.

Note to self: find out who told Neymar where I hide my keys.

"Come on Cami, I want to take you somewhere for breakfast for your birth day . Plus, I'm starving woman!"

It brought a smile to my face knowing that Neymar remembered my Birthday. But I also felt a slight bit of hurt knowing that Marc usually does this on my birthday but he didn't this year. Oh well, me and Neymar have become so close. But hey, who wouldn't want to wake up to this charming Brazilian in the morning.

I gave him no response, hoping by closing my eyes he'd magically disappear and let me continue sleeping.

"Okay... I guess I'll have to get you up." He says wiggling his fingers. My eyes shoot wide open, oh hell no.

"NEYMAR DONT."
"Why not?"
"Im not ticklish, i-its"

"LIES" he yells and pounces on top of me. With one hand he pins my arms down and with the other attacks my sides with his fingers. I laugh uncontrollably, trying to pry him off o

"say I'm better than Marc and I'll stop." He smirks.

I put on a thinking face and tap my chin and shake my head smirking.
"Not even just alittle?" He pouts
"Nope." I say. He gets a mischievous grin.

"Don't tickle me anymore Neymar because I swear-" I begin, only to be cut off by his lips on mine with him still on top. Honestly, it caught me by surprise but soon I got into the heat of things. The kiss was nice and slow and I couldn't get enough. It send a feeling of warmth ignited my body. He soon pulled away, too soon in my opinion. I pouted, sad that the magical kiss was over.

"Am I better than Marc yet?" He asks, planting a kiss on my neck, only making me want more. It was crazy the effect he had on me. He made me feel so.. Warm. Damn, I wouldn't mind waking up earlier if Neymar did that every morning.

I just roll my eyes smiling and nod in defeat ,not being able to lie. He smirks and rolls off of me, getting up off the bed.

"By the way, nice sports bra." He teases, turning to wink at me before walking out of the room. I look down to see me sports bra, which was push up and made my breasts look plump.
I roll my eyes and look up feeling happier than I have in a long time. What was Neymar doing to me?

As I get myself out of bed I hear the doorbell ring. Neymar goes to get it.

" oh hey Marc..."

Ooh Cliffhanger. Sorry, don't kill me lol. I'm just exhausted but felt like updating and this is the result .I'm going to go back and edit later to make sure the chapter is at its full potential, but I'm tired right now.

Why? Because my little cousins have to stay over my house this week and they're soo annoying. One doesn't have manners and is offensive and the other one follows me around everywhere.

Like I honestly hate staying in my room but that's all I've been doing because I can't stand them sometimes. But I still love them deep down lol I'm not mean I swear.

Damn, that turned into a full on rant. You the real mvp if you actually read all that! But yeah, thanks for reading chulas!