A Condemned Lust [Lionel Messi]

Chapter five

Leo's POV:

"HOLY MOTHER OF SAMBA!" I heard Neymar blurt out so suddenly. Before turning to ask him what was his enthusiasm about, i lay eyes on her.

Her long brown hair falling loosely on one side, her big hazel eyes staring admiringly at all the team as she made her way down the stairs. No trace of makeup on her face, not that she needed any, anyway.

I kept staring mesmerized, not hearing any sound from the quite loud salon, and not seeing anyone else but her.

I was right about that dress, red suits her very well. A fiery color that ignited everything from that day i saw her in her first red dress. The memories passed so fast in front of me as i gazed at the beauty that was now sitting in the corner whispering some things to Thiago.

"Wait. Is she wearing a white converse with that dress? Oh my god Leo you have to tell me who she is or i'll go find out for myself." Neymar spoke loudly so i could hear him through the music.

"NO! You stay here!" I found myself snapping at him. "Uhm, i mean, look at her, she's obviously overwhelmed by all of you being here, don't make it more awkward for her." I smiled anxiously, as i virtually slapped myself for being so impulsive.

"Ooookay?" He exclaimed eying me weirdly. "Care to tell me who she is or should i ask for the 10th time?" He chuckled, fortunately not having any clue on what's happening.

I massaged the back of my neck trying to calm my nerves. What's happening to me? Why can't i answer his question?

"LEOOOO?!?!" He moved his hand close to my face knocking me back from my thoughts. "Are you still with me mate?"

"Yes yes i'm sorry. Uhm, she's the new nanny. Laura." I said, sipping on my glass of champagne. Which i might need a lot this night. Just a feeling.

"Laura.. that's a nice name. Laura and Neymar. Neymar and Laura. Yes, i like the sound of that."

I almost choked on my drink while hearing what this boy just said.
Nope. Nope nope nope.

"Hey, are you okay Leo?" I hear Iniesta's calm tone.

Andres, thank god. Save me from this torturous conversation.

"Yes i'm fine, don't worry." I said, smiling at him.

"Why is this boy drooling on his suit?" Andres asked me, turning his head to scan Neymar.

Oh god. Can this nightmare end?

"Capita, do you see that princess over there?" He says, pointing towards Laura. "She's gonna be mine."

"Hahaha, easy easy boy. Calm down. Now tell me, what do you know about this girl? Besides her name of course." Andres mocked him.

"Uhm, nothing. But i'm about to."

And before i could speak, he made his way towards her, taking her hand in his and kissing it.

That asshole. 'She's gonna be mine' my ass. Over my dead body.

"You sure you're okay man?" Andres brought me back from my slightly dangerous thoughts. I noticed that i had my palm in a tightened fist.

I drank more from my glass, to ease my tension. Why was i even that furious at him for wanting her?

"Yeah yeah captain, don't worry."

"Did you talk to Antonella yet?" He asked in a low voice.

"Nah. I'm not ready for it just yet. My whole life is gonna change, my children's life as well. Let alone the media coverage, the headlines. I'm not ready to face all of this now." I sighed.