His Maid (a Neymar Jr fanfic)

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Liliana's dress at the top, she's so beautiful😪😍

Liliana's POV

I ran up to my room after speaking with Neymar, the smile on my face wide and my heart beating a rhythm in my chest. He was taking me on a date tonight. Neymar Jr, star of Brazil, was taking me on a date. There was a happiness I'd never felt before coursing through my veins. My first real date and with a footballer no less. This would be one hell of a story to tell the grandchildren.

I had a whole day to prepare, but the excitement and nerves kept me awake till it was 10 in the morning. I got out of the bed I hadn't slept even a minute in and slipped into the shower.

As the warm water cascaded down my body, I remembered Neymar's words. I realised his reasons for avoiding me- even though it did hurt. But now-everything was okay. Everything was going to be okay.

I pondered what to wear tonight as I put on a black sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. I only had a few dresses-and they were hardly worthy of wearing to a date with Neymar- could I ask Beatriz if I could leave earlier to go shopping?

And then a thought occurred to me. I was his maid. I worked for him, cleaned after him, looked after his child- and now, he was my sort of boyfriend? I sat on the edge of my bed, letting these thoughts carry me  into a place in my mind filled with doubts, when a knock at my door interrupted me.

The door opened to reveal Beatriz, her face tired, with a smiling Davi in her arms. He squealed upon seeing me and wriggled out of her arms, only to jump into mine.

"Hi, Beatriz, I was wondering if I could ask you of a favour? I want to go-" I began slowly, unsure of what her answer would be. I shifted Davi in my arms, and he wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Si, si, whatever it is you've earned it. Go treat yourself." She said hastily, cutting me short. I felt a shot of pride inside, happy I'd made a good impression on her.

"I- thank you! I need to go shopping." Taking a look at her tired face, I added, "And I can take Davi with me if you wa-."

Before I'd even finished my sentence a smile lit up her face and she nodded energetically. "Please! Yes please, Lil, it would help so much."

With a wave, she left the room. I looked at Davi, who's head was currently resting on my shoulder. "Wanna go shopping with me?" I whispered into his blonde curls.

He nodded yes frantically, his eyes widening as though he'd never been shopping before, and with that we were off.

---- two hours later ---

Davi sat on the kitchen stool, his small legs swinging beneath him. He had a content smile on his face, which was currently sticky with candy floss. In his hands he held a brand new toy car. The kid got happy over anything.

After looking through countless expensive shops, I'd finally come across a small boutique tucked away from the large shops. I'd found the most perfect black dress there- I just hoped it was good enough for the date.

I leaned on the kitchen counter, keeping an eye on Davi as I tried hard to conceal my excitement for tonight.

I stood up straight as the door from the living room opened, my heart pacing faster as I hoped it would be Neymar, but Beatriz walked in. She grinned widely at Davi and I, asking how the shopping trip went.

She then took Davi upstairs, and a quick glance at the clock revealed I only had 2 hours to get ready. I hurriedly washed the dishes, all the while wondering how strange it was I was about to go on a date with the man whose house I cleaned.

I made my way into my bedroom, walking slowly, letting my mind wander over what would happen tonight. I'd never been on a date before, and the nerves starting to kick in. Would I do something wrong?

Walking over to the bed, I rummaged through the bag I'd left there earlier and brought out the black dress. It was still as beautiful as it had been when I first saw it, and even more so when I put it onto my body and looked into the mirror.

I felt pretty.

Then began the tedious session of hair and makeup. I didn't want to go overboard, so I applied the normal foundation, mascara and lipstick and let my hair loose over my shoulders.

I slipped on a few rings, which accentuated the few finger tattoos I had gotten a year ago. My mum was totally against them but once my mind was set on something, I would never give it up.

A quick glance at the clock showed me that two hours had almost passed- my heart started thumping against my ribs in anticipation. Putting on a pair of black heels, I left my room hoping I wouldn't run into anyone.

I made my way into the kitchen, where I sat waiting for Neymar. I didn't have to wait long. The door opened, and in came in the man of my dreams.

He'd worn a black suit, his top button open and his tie undone. His sleeves had been rolled up again to show off his tattoos, and his hair was a perfect mess. His face.. his eyes drank me in, his lips parting slightly.

I stood up, unsure what to do and feeling self conscious. He walked towards me, slowly, his hands outstretched.

"Dios mío. Nunca he visto tal belleza pura..." (My god. I've never seen such pure beauty.) Neymar murmured softly, and on cue my cheeks started to burn. I ducked my head, hoping my hair would cover my cheeks, but he caught onto my movements. He gently pushes my hair aside, allowing him to see my face in all its blushing glory.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned into me and inhaled at my neck, leaving a small, feather of a kiss.

"You look beautiful, Liliana. So, so beautiful." He whispered into my ear, leaving me shuddering at the tingles and his sweet words.

"So do you," I replied back. Was it okay to call a guy beautiful? Because that's exactly what Neymar was.

He grinned at me, and indicated that his tie was undone. I stepped closer to him, aware of my heart beating faster; aware of the closeness, aware of his arms slowly circling my waist.

I did his top button, conscious of the fact that his gaze was on me the whole while. I lifted his collar up, feeling the skin of his neck and seeing him shiver softly. I did the knot of his tie, and smoothed it down onto his chest. He caught my hand and kissed it, leaving me a speechless mess.

"Gracias. Shall we?" Neymar motioned for me to grab his arm, and together we left the house for our date.

What we weren't prepared for was the mass of media outside.

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