Relationship of Convenience

Chapter 1.

When her manager called this morning complaining about the pictures of Ely leaving with a boy she met at the club she was at, she thought she was only getting a reprimand, as always, lately it seemed like she only got those these days.

She never thought he would try to set he up with someone.

"It's not a real relationship," Jude Walker said sitting down in his big chair behind his desk, "I just want the media to stop writing shit about you," he was now caressing his beard in deep thought.

"But it doesn't matter to me Judy," Ely whined putting her hands around her head, "bad publicity is as good as good publicity, right? You once told me that!"

"Yeah but bad publicity isn't good when it's costing you acting roles and costing me money!" He was now angry and Ely decided not to speak anymore.

"Ah, there it is" Jude said when the phone started ringing. He answered and his mood drastically changed and Ely wondered what it was that made him so happy when he was ready to kill seconds ago.

Jude spent a good ten minutes on the phone, mostly listening and agreeing with the other person on the other side of the line. He hung up and looked at Ely with a smirk on his face, he caressed his beard once again and spoke,

"I called a few friends of mine, I told them about our little issue and one of them replied, apparently he has the same problem," he looked at her with a knowing look and she shivered, wondering what was he thinking.

"So we came up with a little plan, we are going to make you and his client pretend you're both in a relationship," He said, now grinning, "this way, the media will see that you can actually be mature and professional and maintain a steady relationship at the same time," Ely was looking at him with wide eyes, "so then the producers and casting directors will realize that you're not a Lindsay Lohan wannabe and actually let you audition for their projects," he looked at her as if he was waiting for her to speak.

"But who is it, exactly?" Ely asked, if she was going to have to go through this she was hoping the guy was at least hot, if he was at least a bit cute she wouldn't have a problem playing the happy girlfriend role, "and how are you going to make it believable? You know how his fans are! Always thinking everything I do is a stunt!"

"I don't know yet, he has a lot of clients, we will find out later," he said and went back to ruffling through his papers, "and hopefully they'll leave you alone now that they'll see you've moved on and the little "Zely" ship can finally die and people will stop thinking all your fans are little twelves years old," He replied.

Ely had dated ex One Direction member since she practically started her career when he starred as a guest on her show, he was barely getting recognized with the band during that time and the media never knew how they were without being in a relationship.

"Now please, go home and behave and stay out of the cameras until this is sorted and confirmed, I don't want to send another statement to a magazine or tv show," he was clearly annoyed so she did as she was told.

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"Are the rumors true?" his father asked him and he was pissed, "did you really brought one girl for each of your friends and had an orgy in your house?" He yelled at him and hit him in the head, that was typical of him so it didn't surprised him.

"Answer me Neymar!" Neymar groaned and hid his face in his crossed arms, resting them in the table. He knew he was behaving as a little boy but he couldn't help it. He hated being told what to do and how to behave.

"This behavior is unacceptable and I won't be tolerating any of this anymore!" His father continued and he just stayed silent looking down at his feet, he knew this was bound to happen and was hopping he could get away with that as always, simply and quietly.

"You're ruining your image, your career, Luis Enrique thinks you're so unprofessional and he was thinking of taking you out of the starting 11! Can you believe that?", his father was never this angry, at least since he turned 20, "I don't want my grandson to grow up and learn about this kind of stuff when he's old enough to understand. We are going to fix this before it's too late."

His father exited the room and he sighed, he had really fucked up this time, but it wasn't his intention, really, he thought he wasn't being followed but then again he was really drunk so he wasn't thinking straight, probably.

Neymar sighed and grabbed his phone and dialed the oh so familiar number. He knew his father was going to get angrier once he found out what he was planning to do. He then got up and went to get ready; this was probably going to be his last night out with friends and he was going to enjoy it.