His Maid (a Neymar Jr fanfic)

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One of the questions they asked over and over again resonated in my mind as we pushed through the masses of the paparazzi, Neymar's arms wrapped tightly around my own as I desperately tried to cover my face - "Is this the girl you cheated on Bruna with?"

A large black microphone pushed its way into my face, the white flash of a camera glaringly bright. "Is it true you're just his maid?"

As my heart started to pound, I felt Neymar's arms tighten around me as we struggled to exit. The questions seemed to flow in from all directions, a never ending flow of jab after jab intended to extract any gossip they could get their hands on.

"How's Bruna, Neymar?"

"She told us directly that she found you in bed with another woman- is this her?"

"Look over and smile for us!"

Neymar cursed quietly, his grip tightening as we finally pushed through the dozens of bodies crowding us. "I have no idea how this happened..." He muttered quietly, gently pushing me towards the car waiting for us. "Where the fuck is my security?" As we got into the the car, he slammed the door and a couple of reporters even tried chasing after the car. The driver was told bluntly to step on it, and the cameramen soon became little specks of faces. Neymar pulled out his phone and began a quick stream of curses and accusations to who I presumed was his security. He ended the call after a minute, wiped his face with his hands and slowly turned to me.

His eyes slowly took in my shocked face, and he shifted till he was sitting right next to me, taking my hand in his. Neymar lifted the other hand to my face. "I have no idea how this happened. This shouldn't have happened..." He said, his hand tightening around my own. "How are you, querido?"

I relaxed slightly as his thumb slowly traced patterns on my skin. I surrendered to the emotions it ignited inside me, as even the simplest of his touch drove me insane. "That was unexpected. But I'm okay, I guess." I turned towards him. "How are you?"

Neymar smiled, a soft sweet smile which had my insides turn to mush as he edged his head closer towards my own. "I'm all good. My team's going to find out how the hell this happened, and then my security are going to go through a few protocols and all that..." His voice turned into a low whisper as his eyes traveled from my eyes to my lips. Just as his lips were a breath away from touching my own, I turned my head to the side, and a groan emerged from him.

"Aren't you meant to dine a lady before making a move on her?" I teased, as he narrowed his eyes at me.

A giggle escaped my lips as he pulled his version of a puppy dog face, looking too much like Davi. "I guess I'll be a gentleman..." He sat back in his seat, his head resting on it as he gazed at me beneath his lashes. "Just for tonight."

The rest of the ride was in a comfortable silence, with him asking every now and then if I was absolutely sure I was okay. After the fourth time he asked, I grabbed his face in my hands and placed a quick kiss on his lips, ignoring the tingles it made me feel. "I am fine, querido," I said, mocking his voice. After seeing his shocked face I sat back in satisfaction as he lifted a hand to his mouth.

"No more gentlemanliness tonight." He said in a low voice, trying his best to be seductive even though he'd used a word that didn't even exist.

"Gentlemanliness? Really?" I laughed aloud as he snapped out of his daze and laughed along.

"What can I say, baby, you make a man forget his language." I rolled my eyes at his cheesiness as the car rolled to a stop. Neymar jumped out of the car, ran to my side and opened the door for me., looking up at me in a way that tugged at my heartstrings. I placed my hand in his as he helped me down.

"I almost forgot to tell you," He said, putting his hand into his pocket and taking out a silky black tie. He came behind me, his chest lightly pressing to my back as he moved back my hair and placed the ties over my eyes. Neymar's lips pressed against my ear. "It's a surprise."

I tried to suppress the excitement arising within me. "I love surprises." My voice was a little breathy and Neymar moved closer to me, pressing into me from behind. Just as his hands were travelling from my waist to my stomach to... He moved his hands  away, and he laughed aloud as he took  my breathless, flushed face in.

"Two can play at your game, Lili." My heart fluttered as the nickname he'd given me.

"You're so going to pay for that."

"I'm already paying for the whole night, do I have to pay for this too querido?" He took my hand and led me in. I'd been so busy staring at Neymar that I didn't have the chance to take in my surroundings before he'd put on the blindfold. I heard him opening a door before ushering me in. Quiet chatters of people conversing in Spanish filled my ears, but before I had the chance to listen to what was being said Neymar led me up some stairs. It was a lot harder than it seemed, going up the stairs in pitch black.

I almost tripped (thrice), so Neymar tightened his grip on me. "I'm already making you fall for me and the night hasn't even begun."

"You can't see but I'm rolling my eyes under the blindfold." I said, secretly agreeing with him.

He simply chuckled and I realised we'd began walking on even ground. Neymar let go of me, and I heard a door open before he ushered me in. The soft sound of a piano twinkled around us, and I smelt the sweet bitterness of jasmines around us. A cool gentle breeze caused me to lean into him. He slowly bought his hands to my head and undid the knot- and my heart stopped for a few seconds.

The room was dim, candles hanging from pillars in the four corners of the room as garlands of jasmine dropped from the ceiling. The soft sound of a piano came from the far corner of the room, where a grand piano was played by a young boy, presumably someone who worked here. Rose petals led to a balcony, where thin curtains hid what was outside. Without a word, Neymar led me outside by the hand.

He lifted the curtain away, the whole time staring at me. The moonlit night was scattered with stars, and the white table set in front of us looking at the view of Barcelona below took my breath away. Roses, champagne, flower petals and two plates sat atop the table, and fairly lights hung around the balcony. Nothing had ever been more beautiful, except maybe the man standing next to me.

He cleared his throat. "So... Do you like it?" His tone was shy, nervous.

I turned to him, and he was taken aback as I launched myself at him and wrapped my arms around him. "I LOVE it. Oh my gosh.. All this... For me. Oh my gosh. Thank- oh my god I can't thank you enough. It's perfect, it's beautiful, it's amazing, it's perfect-"

Neymar cut me off with a finger to my lips, a huge smile forming on his face. "Wait. Are you crying?" He asked, trying to hide his laugh.

I laughed as I tried to hide my tears and he held me close for a moment before pulling my seat out for me.

"Sit, my lady, and let's finally dine."

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