Neymar's Shorts (short stories)

La Tortura

Song: La Tortura by Shakira ft. Alejandro Sanz

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I snorted glaring at that cursed perfection called Neymar, my damned ex-boyfriend. The bastard had the guts to keep coming to my bakery after all the shit he had put me through.

I breathed a sigh, putting on the usual poker face I used whenever I saw him. My tears for him had been shed, my love for him had been buried six feet under.

"Good morning, how can I help you today?" I asked with the fakest smile I could muster.

"Good morning Cat," he chirped, his hazel-green eyes bright with joy.

"It's Catalina," I grumbled with an annoyed look.

"How are you? It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

"What would you like to order?" I asked, ignoring the small talk he was trying to initiate.

"You know what I want," he replied, giving me a wink.

He was really pushing his luck today, but I chose to ignore it and act professionally.

"So one Latte Macchiato and a chocolate donut?" I asked and turned around to switch on the Espresso machine. After that, I grabbed a fresh bottle of milk and poured it into a pitcher to start frothing it.

"Make it two chocolate donuts."

I turned around and caught him staring at my ass. He was such a sleazebag! I cursed myself for wearing a pair of skinny jeans which were a size too small. I shot him a murderous glare as I placed the two donuts inside a paper bag and handed it to him. He brushed his hand against mine on purpose while taking it.

By the time he was out of the store, I was taking deep breaths to calm my raging anger. I glared at the money he had handed me. 50€ for a 7€ purchase. He must be thinking that he could buy anything with his money. Well, he was wrong, he could not buy my forgiveness.

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"You forgot your change the other day," I pointed out the next time he entered my bakery and handed him 43€.

"That was the tip," he stated smugly.

"Excuse me?"

"For your impeccable skills," he chuckled and took a large gulp of the coffee I had just made for him.

I rolled my eyes and pushed the money over the counter toward him.

He pushed it back.

I pushed it back to him, and he pushed it back again.

We continued fighting until I heard someone clear their throat behind Neymar.

"Take the money and go!" I hissed to Neymar and shoved him aside to serve the elder man who was waiting to place his order.

"I'm sorry for making you wait, sir. What would you like to order?" I asked with a genuine smile.

After the man had left the bakery, I caught Neymar sitting at a small table near the window.

I marched towards him with my hands on my hips. "I thought I told you to leave, what are you still doing here?"

"Having my coffee?" he mused with a haughty tone.

"Really Neymar?"

"Really Cat."

"It's Catalina!" I hissed, getting irritated by the silly games he kept playing.

"Cat, why are you getting all worked up?" he questioned, batting his long eyelashes.

"You know exactly why!"