What Neymar wants, Neymar gets [Neymar Jr ]

Chapter 7- Bipolar behaviour

I didn't know what to do. I looked at him to see if he was being serious, and he sure was.

"N-Neymar" I stumbled on my own words.
"What?" He said coldly.
"Do you need me of any assistance, apart from your inner needs?" I replied.
He just starred at me with rather fierce eyes.
"Who are you to question me?" He then spat.
I took a step back, not in fear but in confusion.
"Let's just go bed?" He added in a change of character.
"No" I replied looking into his eyes to show I was being serious, then stormed out of the room making my way for the door.
As I was opening the door I felt the opposite force push it against me, I turned to see an angry looking Neymar staring at me with furious eyes.
I just stood staring back at him.
He shut his eyes and breathed in and out for a few seconds before calmly moving away.
"sorry" he said under his breath looking down.
I didn't quite get him.
"Just go" he said to which I continued looking at him strangely.
"Go" he yelled.
I flinched slightly then walked out not quite comprehending what exactly happened.
I got into my car and drove home.
Maybe it was my fault I thought to myself, maybe I shouldn't of gone in the first place, maybe this wasn't the job for me?
I got home at 4am sharp, I sat on my sofa with my head in my hands. It had not even been a week, yet I found a way to mess up this job. I shook off my heavy thoughts and got back into bed.

The annoying ringing sound of my alarm awoke me from a deep dream, my eyes stung from the lack of sleep, I got up and washed my face to soothe it. It was 8am and work started at 9:30- that's of course if I wasn't fired.
I tried clearing my mind and putting it all behind me, after all, nothing really happened.
Once I had done my normal morning routine, it was time to choose an outfit. I decided on something really casual- a pair of ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and my Nike roches, I put my hair into a ponytail and applied my makeup. I sprayed myself with some perfume then grabbed my bag, sunglasses and keys before heading out the door. I drove to Neymar's place with a heavy heart, I felt quite tense and uneasy. I put on the radio and blasted out some songs to distract me.
I soon arrived at his place, I parked my car then got out and made my way for the door which to my surprise was left open.
I walked in and called his name.
"Neymar?" I said walking around, soon spotting him in the garden with poker.

He turned around and was rather surprised to see me.
"Hey " I said opening the door to the garden.
"You came?" He asked quite shocked.
"I still have my job right?" I questioned.
He looked at me strangely.
"I mean after last night-" I said, in the middle of explaining until I got cut off.
"Nothing happened" he said coldly.
"Of course it didn't I was just-"
"Nothing happened, there was no 'last night', okay?" He said harshly.
I lowered my head and nodded.
Why did I feel so weak around him like I had no control of myself, and I was his puppet having to do as he said.

"So what's the schedule for today?" He said smiling, his character was very bipolar and I was yet to understand it.
I took out the schedule and scanned it.
"Okay so today it says you have a fitness session at 2, and then training at 6" I said.
"Sounds chilled" he replied throwing the ball for poker to catch.
"So I'll be here up until 5, so if you need me for anything just call" I said.
"What about training?" He asked.
"What about it?" I replied.
"You're not coming?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well here it says I don't ha-" I was about to say but he had a habit of cutting me off.
"Forget what that says, you're coming with me" he replied.
I opened my mouth but no words came out, I couldn't exactly say no, after all he was my boss.
I turned around and made my way back into the house when I felt a connection with my back, of course it would be the ball he was playing with. I turned back around and saw a big smirk on his face.
"Poker wants you to play" he then said looking at poker other than me.
"Is that so?" I said raising an eyebrow.
"I have work to do" I then added.
"What exactly do you have to do?" He said raising his eyebrow sarcastically.
"Well.. You know, I have to-" I struggled to think of something because I didn't actually have anything to do.
"That's what I thought" he laughed.
I picked up the ball and tricked him into thinking I was going to throw it to poker but quickly changed direction and aimed for Neymar, which wasn't a good idea seeing as my aiming was tragic. I let go of the ball and followed it as it not only hit Neymar but his genital area. My hands covered my mouth in shock as I watched a painful looking Neymar grasp his privates in agony.
"Neymar, I am so so sorry" I said jogging up to him not knowing where to place my hands for comfort.
He just laid on the floor with his eye shut tightly rocking back and forth.
"I'm really sorry, honestly I am! It wasn't meant to hit you there" I said trying my best to sound apologetic.
"So, you was meant to hit me?" He just about asked.
"Well, erm.. Yeah but only as a joke not to hurt you" I said. Listening to myself I realised just how stupid I was. Why couldn't I have just played the game like I was told to.
I helped him up and walked with him into the kitchen.
"Do you want some ice?" I asked to which he nodded his head to.
I got it out the freezer and handed it to him, he slowly placed it on his manhood groaning a little.
"I am really sorry" I repeated.
"You'll just have to explain to coach why I can't participate fully in today's training" he said smirking.
I looked down thinking how silly it will sound but that was the least I could do.
"I need to check my down-below " Neymar laughed a little embarrassed to mention.
"Yeah sure go ahead" I insisted not realising that meant 'turn the heck around' so I stood there just staring at him.
"I mean if you want to look at it that's fine, just don't tell me I didn't warn you" he smirked.
"Oh no! God no! Sorry" I said as my body came back to reality, I turned around and just stared into the distance.
After about a minute he told me he was done.
"Any damage?" I laughed.
"Damage? To this bad boy? Never" he laughed cockily.
I dismissed his rather self obsessed remark and made my way for the living room where I sat quietly, replying to emails.
Neymar's personal fitness trainer soon arrived, they were too busy downstairs in the gym to realise I was even here. I didn't have anything to do so I just scrolled through my phone replying to messages from my friends to do with my sudden leave, I tried to dodge those type of questions because it was just long to speak about the story behind it.