Deceitful

Seven.2

"She's going to Italy." Neymar says in the phone. Gil answers with a soft laugh before answering his best friend. " you know she has a weakness for hot Italian man in suits." He laughs and makes me even more furious. "I fucking told her she was acting like a bitch , because of me. Fuck , i should've never left her at that theater. I asked her if I could come , but she told me she needed alone time and that our marriage is fucked up. Now tell me Gil, how fucked up do you think I am?" His laughter dies down and I hear him curse silently. "When is she leaving?" " tonight , she's packing her bags right now." I tell him and move my other hand over my face. " shit , maybe she wants to divorce me , that definitely will end me." I sob in the phone , while looking at our wedding picture , hanging  proudly above the couch. "You know what , I need to go." I say and decline the call. Putting my face in my hands , I know it's my fault that she feels so misery , that she doesn't want me to come with her and that we grew so distant.

"Baby, do I need to help you?" Neymar quietly asks Angelina. She's running around their bed-and bathroom , searching for the right things. "No." She harshly comments. "A-alright." He stutters and turns around to walk downstairs. "I'm sorry." He says , but he knows she can't hear him. "I fucked up so bad."

"I see you in uhm.. Some days." Angelina says and hugs the children goodbye. "We'll miss you." Neymar whispers and leans down to give her a kiss. "Your sure i don't have to drive you towards the airport?" "No , I'm alright." She says and walks towards the door, turning around and waves one last time , before she really left.
"Shit." I say and slap my head. "Have I lost her?" I ask myself. "Daddy? Can you bring us to bed?" "Oh sh-sorry baby's , of course." I happily say and give them a kiss on top of their heads.

"Poker?" Chris asks and hands me the set of cards. "Actually , I'm not really in the mood. I think this will be an early night." I say and I hear the guys protest. "Come on , one game! I will set the table and Gil will make the snacks. You can send your girl some love letter , to make her feel better." Jo says and pats me on my shoulder , giving me a warming smile.
Neymar nods his head , while rolling his eyes with a big smile. These guys could make him feel better whenever , wherever.
Opening his phone , he decides to check his social media first. He sees a picture of
Angelina on her Instagram , probably made by her mother or some friend there.

Her cleavage was on show and damn that made him hard , he already imagined how her ass would look in that tight black , cocktail dress. Her never-ending legs were coated with a layer of shimmering body lotion, making them look longer than they already are. Her cute feet were propped  in some cute heels  and her toes were polished in a hot red color.  She kept her make-up simple , but the red lipstick made her look a hundred times better. "You enjoying it over there." His friends laughed at him , he was biting his lips , while moving awkwardly around , covering his hard one.
"Baby girl , why so beautiful and hot?😍😩"  He liked her picture and left the comment.
Scrolling further , he saw that Angelina posted a picture of Her and a man? His hair was slicked back. "Idiot." He mumbled under his breath. The guy's arm was wrapped around her shoulder , while he was looking at her laughing loudly , showing her beautiful set of white teeth. He always was jealous of that pair of teeth.
They looked like they had so much fun , more fun than she would have with him and that realization made his heart drop.
Feeling the urge to forget about this night , he laid  his phone away. "Guys, let's go to a club."
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Yes , he was drunk , too drunk. It was already noon and he was stilling sipping on some bottle alcohol. he felt angry and he felt like he had to cal, Angelina to let her explain.

"who is that guy?" Neymar kind of screamed in the phone. "I don' t know about who you' re talking." He heard her sigh loudly. He clicked his tongue , because she know who he meant. "his name is Mariano , I met him yesterday , he was my company." She answered calmly. He rolled his eyes, of course she was falling for him. He was angry , because that Mariano guy made her happier than him. "Listen , I don't want a guy like him near you , Understand?" he asked her. "Neymar he is no-""Understand? My sweet Angelina." He asked her again , now very demanding. He knows she hated it when he talking this demanding , but it also turned her on and a boyish grin was plastered on his face. Fuck , he was fucking drunk
"I understand." she softly said. Before he actually apologized , she decline the call , leaving  him more saddened than first.

He know she didn't want to talk to him anymore , he fucked up and probably ruined her mood in Italy.
"Veronique." He breathed heavily in his phone, he needed release. He still was angry at Angelina , Mariano , but the biggest part of himself. He wanted to punch , hit , kill himself for being like this.
"Neymar. I'm at eleven." She said and hung up . He grabbed his keys and drove with full speed towards the club.
Looking through the crowd , he found her , finally. "Why you coming at me again?" Veronique asked him seductively. "Because i'm so fucking angry , i fucking need a fucking release." He breathed in her air. He asked the bartender for some shots and Neymar took them gratefully.

He kissed , grind and felt , not caring at all. He was hella drunk and the pretty woman in front of him was making him want to release himself. He groaned loudly as he felt himself grow harder. He only wished Angelina was doing this to him on this moment.
Cameras flashed , but he didn't care at all , he still kissed her , while grabbing her ass. Veronique walked with him inside the luxury hotel , towards her suite , she booked for the weeks she will be here.
He undressed her so fast , it was an new record. She was spread open wide , his mouth was making his way towards her pulsing navel , sucking and licking , he made his way to her lady part.
She was close , but before she came , he shoved his manhood deeply inside her , she loved it rough. They both came loudly , not much later.

"Goodnight. " Veronique whispered at him and placed a kiss on top of his head. He closed his eyes and flashes of him and Angelina were placed in his mind, she was the only he could think of and of course his sweet little childr-." Fuck!" He screamed. "What?" Veronique asked shocked. " I totally forgot to pick up my children! It's already 3 in the morning!" How could he forget, he brought them to his parents the night before and asked his parents to bring them to school. They totally agreed if he would pick them up at 4 afternoon. "Fuck, fuck." He cried and slammed his fist on the table. He wasn't being a father. The only one who could help him in situations  , was Angelina.
"Fuck it." He mumbled and grabbed his phone , he loved her , he needed to apologize and he needed to talk to her , they needed to start fresh.
He declined her number , before she even finished her first sentence , he interrupted. "Angelina , baby , I fucked up." He loudly sobbed in the phone.

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Sorry again , for the long wait. Hope you guys like the second part of seven. Tell me what you guys think.❤️