Dark Moves Of Love ~ Neymar Jr

Chapter 89

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The second I woke up I felt my head pounding. I tried to open my eyes and get up but I felt dizzy right away. I stayed still for a few minutes gathering my strength before I tried again.

I finally managed to open my eyes and realized I had no idea where I was. "Sarah?" I croaked, my voice sounding to my ears.

"In the kitchen." I heard a male voice say and followed it. "Good morning." The blond guy from yesterday said, smiling at me.

"Good morning." I simply answered when I wanted to ask a million questions. "Where are we?"

His smile dropped. "What do you mean where are we? Isn't this your house?" He asked me.

"No!" I yelled.

"You gave the cab driver the address!" He yelled back at me.

"I did not! I've never been here before!"

"Well whose house is it? Oh God, please don't tell me we're breaking and entering!" he said as he sat down again. On the wall behind him was a picture of Sarah with her parents. I breathed again.

"Oh right. It's my friend's house." I said. "I've never been here before." I pointed at the picture behind him.

"Good. You had me scared there for a moment." He said relieved. I hope you don't mind I made coffee." He said and pushed a mug of hot coffee towards me.

"Thanks." I said. "So..." I started saying but realized I didn't know his name.

"Aramis."

"Like in the three musketeers!"

"Yeah, you said that yesterday too." He observed clearly annoyed.

"Sorry. You're French?"

He nodded. "Here for the World Cup."

"Aramis, don't take this the wrong way, but nothing happened between us, right?"

He chuckled. "You mean besides you telling me all about your imaginary boyfriend, coincidentally named Neymar like the Brazilian striker?"

"He's not imaginary!" I protested.

"Sure he's not. Unless you mean your boyfriend is someone wearing Neymar's jersey, because there are plenty of those around here."

"So nothing happened?" I asked again, ignoring his comment.

"Nothing between us. Now, between you and my friend D'Artagnan, that's another story."

"WHAT?" I asked, thinking about the guy he was with yesterday. "Oh, D'Artagnan. Nice one."

He laughed. "No, Neymar has nothing to worry about." He continued mocking me.

"He's real!" I yelled.

"Again, no one is saying he isn't real. I'm just saying he's not really your boyfriend."

"Whatever. Where is my friend?"

"Bedroom. With my friend."

"WHAT?" I turned to look at him.

"Not D'Artagnan. Louis."

"His name is Louis? That's so messed up."

"It's a perfectly good name." Aramis said.