without you || n.j

Chapter Thirty One

"I'm going to miss you guys." Neymar sadly said, as he grabbed his final suitcase and began to head down the steps of the house. 

Neymar was leaving to be with the national team for a few World Cup qualifying matches. It has been almost a week since Neymar had last deserted Mariana and I in the cafe. We had barely spoken unless it's to say "good morning," or "night." Something between us had altered and it wasn't a good one. 

"Do you know when you're coming back? I was planning on going on a trip with Melissa and I didn't want to go if you're not going to be back." I questioned. 

"I'll come back when I come back," He snap. "I'm sorry, I just been restless and it's all coming to my head." He replied, opening the front door with his free hand. 

I began to follow him out, until he turned around and shook his head, "You don't have to walk me out, I'm fine with you saying bye here." He grumbled. 

I furrow my brows in confusion. "Neymar, what has gotten into you?" 

He tossed his suitcase into the trunk and walked to the drivers seat. "Can you stop interrogating me as if you're the police," He snarled. "I don't have the space to be arguing with you right now. The team and the country needs me to be focus. I don't need to have your attitude ruining that for me." 

"You're being such a bitch right now." I scoffed and stomped back in the house, making sure to slam the door hard just so he can know how furious I was with him.  

I began walking to the stairs to go check up on Mariana until I heard the front door open, then slam shut. I make my way up a step but Neymar grabs me by the arm and spins me around before crashing me against him. "I'm sorry, meu amor." He peers down at my neck before placing kisses between my clavicles as his large hands grip my hips. 

I press my fists to his chest and push him away then knitted my brows together in confusion as I stare into his round eyes. "Are you on your man period or something. One second you're furious the next your mr. happy. Seriously Neymar, what's happening between us." 

He sighed still not releasing me but holding me tighter. "This is new to me, amor. Once I come back, I will make it up to you and Mariana. I promise." 

"Fine. I'll miss you, you know that right?" I said hugging him back. 

Neymar grabbed the sides of my head and laid his lips against my forehead. "I know." 

+ 

Melissa's brown eyes grow wide. "He seriously did that..." 

I was on the brink of throwing a tearful tantrum in her home. "I asked him when he was coming home and he snapped on me. This is bullshit! I thought I should be the pmsing not him. Fuck what am I going to do?"

"You need to go on this trip to Ibiza with me. You're way to stressed out and I can't keep seeing you this way." She begs putting her hands togethers. 

"I don't know..." I said sounding unsure. I couldn't just leave Mariana here in Barcelona and I go away to Ibiza. It didn't sound right and I would appear as a bad mother. Neymar would be irritated with me and that's the last thing I wanted. "Neymar doesn't even know when's he's gonna be back. I just don't want him to get angry with me." 

Melissa let out an exaggerated sigh. "Cassandra, I love you and all but let loose. You have revolved your life around Neymar and that's unfair to you. You were force to develop faster then normal teenagers and now you never got a chance to do what normal teens would do. Take a chance and go." 

I tossed my head back knowing I was going to regret this later. "Fine. I'll go, I'll just need to find someone that will watch her." 

She let out a cheer. "No take backs," She quickly responded. "And don't worry about the babysitter part. I already asked Marc's parent's if they could watch the little girls and they are perfectly fine. Excited actually." 

"You really planned this all out didn't you." I teased getting up from the couch. "When are we leaving then?" 

"Thursday. We'll be there until Monday." 

I gaped at her as if she was for real. "Three day's to pack. Your joking right." I could never pack for myself in less the three days. The fastest I could ever was a week tops. Packing for two is tougher and if she thinks I could pack that fast, she's so wrong. 

"Then you better get packing." 

+ 

I groaned as I threw another dress back inside the closet. The mess that pooled around my feet irked me. I would have to organize them until only to pull them out again for the next day. Maybe I should just leave them here. 

I started folding the clothes, that I knew I wasn't going to bring. The thought of wondering what Neymar was doing crept into my mind. He was suppose to land at nine in Spain time, while it would be six Brazil time. Would he call me? 

The sound of the doorbell being repeatedly ringing brought my back to reality. "I'm coming." I said to no one particular. 

Without checking who it is I through the front door open. "Micheal? What the hell are you doing here. How the hell did you find out where I live!" 

I tried to block the door with my small frame, as I attempt to keep him out of my home. "That doesn't matter. Are you going to invite me in? That's kinda rude if you don't." 

I crossed my arms trying to look tougher then I actually am. Secretly inside I was shaking and I felt like a turtle, wanting to curl back in my shell. "Invite you in? Why the fuck would I invite you in when you kicked me out once." 

He rolled his eyes clearly annoyed, not like I cared. He deserves it. "The only person you would want to kick is that footballer boyfriend of your's." 

I lowered my guard down wanting to know what he was talking about and I knew he was being serious. Micheal may be a bad person but he could never be lying. It no doubt came with his lawyer personality. "Micheal... What are you talking about?" 

"It's better to about in there," He pointed a finger inside the house. "Then out here. Don't want you to a snotty mess then people blaming me I hurt you." 

"You already have," I said rolling my eyes and letting him in. What ever he had to show me better be good or his body is going to be in the backyard. "What is so important you had to come all the way here." I replied sarcastically. 

"This isn't going to be one bit fun for you." He said opening his suitcase on the coffee table. I stayed leaning against the door to avoid being closer to the piece of shit. "You're gonna be hoping I stalled time rather then show you these." 

"Just show them to me already god damnit." 

He chuckled. "Still pushy as usual." Micheal got up from the couch and sat on the armrest. "I had somebody follow Neymar an— " 

"Why would you tell somebody to follow him?" I interrupted needing an answer. It was strange that my ex showed up but it's even stranger that he had somebody follow my boyfriend.

"Would you let me finish." I nodded urging him to speak faster. "I knew the moment I saw him on tv with you by his side, something wasn't right. I didn't trust him. When he flew down to Brazil I got someone to follow him and then someone to follow him in Barcelona. And I was right." He handed me the pile he was hiding behind his back. 

I looked through the photos unable to say a word. I fell against the closet by me, the oxygen leaving my body. 

All I wanted was to look away but I couldn't. 

Well played Neymar, well played. 

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