Chapter Twenty Six

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-- Alessandra's POV --
I woke up the next morning and didn't remember a damn thing after I went to Neymar in the club to scare some bitch away.
I guess I got really drunk after that.
I looked around and saw that I wasn't in my bedroom and that I was laying on the couch on my own with a tiny blanket covering me. I didn't have any clothes on and that wasn't a good sign.
My underwear and dress laid on the floor next to the couch so I picked them up and looked if someone was coming into the living room.
I took my panties first and put them on. Just as I put my bra on, the front door opened and I hear a few man voices. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
I tried to put on my dress too but the few men already entered the living room.
The blanket was in my hand as fast as possible and I tried to cover my body with it.
The boys eyes went wide and I coughed loudly.
"Hi boys" I smiled awkwardly at Neymar and some of his teammates.
They just waved at me but Dani burst out laughing.
"So the picture that Gil send in the group chat is real" he laughed loudly and all except for Neymar and me joined him.
"Wait what picture?" I asked confused.
"This" Dani took his phone out and showed me a picture of me and Neymar laying on the couch with his arms around me and our clothes everywhere but on our bodies.
My eyes nearly poped out of my head.
"I'm going to kill that bastard" I was so enraged now.
"You two really did have sex last night, huh?" Gerard smirked.
Neymar looked anywhere but my face and I got red as a tomato.
"I was drunk, OK. I don't even remember leaving the club so I was definitely not myself yesterday night" I explained.
"Of course. Keep lying to yourself" Leo smirked and I wanted to slapt that out of his face so bad but I tried to stop myself.
"I should go wear something and then maybe bury myself in the garden" I smiled sarcastically and walked to the stairs.
"Oh wait is Gil at home or not?" I turned around and looked at Neymar who still avoided me.
"Should be in his room" he answered shortly and I ran up the stairs.
I got dressed in a simple T-shirt and some shorts.

"GIIIIIL" I screamed as I opened the door of his room with force.
He laid on his bed still sleeping. Oh that boy will die today.
"Wake up you bastard" I screamed and he opened his eyes.
"Why did you send them a fucking picture of me and Neymar laying on the couch" I hissed.
"I thought you two looked cute and I wanted to share that moment with all of our friends" he laughed with a smirked and I slapped his arm.
"I hate you. Now they all think that I want him" I rolled my eyes.
"Stop lying to yourself and admit that you like him" for that stupid comment I punched him, then left his room.

"To clear everything. I do not like Neymar nor do I love him. I slept with him because I was drunk and couldn't think. Don't suspect anything and if that picture goes viral, all of you are dead." I informed the group of men as I entered the living room.
The couch that I woke up on was pushed in a corner and I first wondered why but then I knew why no one wanted to sit there.
They all looked at me with slight smirks in their face, didn't say anything, then turned back to the TV.

I looked at my phone and saw that I had a message from Melissa.
'You want to hang out today?' It said and I accepted her invitation.
"I'm going out with Melissa" I threw into the room but didn't get a reaction since they were playing fifa.
I was dressed in normal clothes and just left the house.
She texted me her address and I took one of Neymar's expensive cars to drive there.

"Hi Mel" we hugged each other.
"Hey Al, how are you?"
"Not in a good mood" I groaned.
"Why? What happened?"
"Don't act like you don't know. I know for 100% that Marc showed you the picture"
"Ok yes he did but what's so bad about it?"
"Mel I don't like Neymar. I just slept with him last night because I was so drunk. I can't even remember it anymore"
"Al I bet that you will soon realize that he isn't that bad of a person and that you actually like each other." She somehow tried to reassure me.
"Can you all stop saying this. Let's talk about something else please." I complaint.
"How about we go to the Mall and have a beauty day?" She smiled widely.

"I love this day" I said as we left the nail salon.
"Let's go to Victoria Secrets" Mel suggested and we did.
"Uhh this one is so cute" I had a set of baby blue lingerie in my hand.
"Hmmm no Al you need something sexy. A girl like you shouldn't wear cute underwear" she smirked and looked at the thong area.
"This one is literally screaming that you want to get fucked" she had a red set in her hands and damn they were sexy.
"Ok I'll try it on" I agreed.
"And take those too" she handed me 5 other other sets.

In the end I took all of them and we went to eat ice cream.
We were sitting at the table in the ice cream shop when my phone interrupted our conversation.
"Who is it?"
I groaned as I looked at the name on my phone. "Neymar"
"What" I said into the phone.
"Where are you? I'm worried."
"You shouldn't be"
"You are my wife so yes I should. Tell me where you are and with who"
"I'm at the mall with a cute boy so stop annoying me."
"You really have a date when you're married?" He asked in disbelief and I had to bite my lip so that I don't laugh, just like Mel.
"I don't care about your opinion"
"I'll pick you up in 10 minutes"
"No need, I took your car" I informed him and cut the call before he could say anything.
We both burst out laughing.

"So my cute date what are we doing next?" I asked Mel and she laughed.
"I'm a bit tired and I think Gala misses me so I should go home."
"Please let me come with you!" I begged.
"I wanted you to get to know Gala anyway" she giggled and we left the shopping paradise with a lot of bags.

"Hi babe" She screamed into the house as we entered.
We heard Marc scream a hello back and then a giggle of Gala.
As we entered the living room we saw Marc and Gala playing on the couch.
"Oh hey Alessandra. Neymar was already worried sick about you" he grinned at me.
"I know, he called and I told him that I had I date" I smiled mischievously.
"Let me guess, my girl was with you the whole time" he laughed.
"Right" Mel took Gala of his lap and introduced me to her.
"Gala this is Alessandra" the little baby giggled slightly as I tickled the side of her tummy.
"She's so cute" I cooed.

I stayed at their house for one hour and decided that I should get back before Neymar dies of worries.
"Hey I'm back" I entered the house.
"Finally" he groaned.
"Did you make some food or order?" I asked looking into his eyes.
"You really talk about food with me when we have a lot more important things to talk about?" He questioned me with a wtf-look.
"Yeah, I'm kind of hungry" I provoked further.
I walked into the kitchen, sat down at the table and took my phone in my hand.
Neymar followed me and freaked out completely at my actions.
"Can you just try to make this marriage work for one fucking minute?"
"Neymar I didn't have a date, ok. I was with Melissa the whole time. If you had listened before I left then you would have known it."
"It's not only that what we have to talk about Al. Where do we stand now? How will our relationship be now?"
"Ney to be honest I don't know either."

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IT'S BAE'S BIRTHDAY AHHHHHH 💕💕💕
A happy birthday from the bottom of my heart to the man who made me love football so much that I'm addicted to it. I love Neymar in every way possible.
It hurts my heart to see him with Bruna even though I've never seen him in real life and I don't know her personality.
I try so hard to be happy for him but it just doesn't work. My love for him got to a point where I don't even know what to do anymore because it's so deep. 🔥💋

We beat Bilbao with a solid 3-0 💪
But my poor baby Rafinha got hurt 😞
Ter Stegen must feel so bad and I am so sorry for both of them because Stegen didn't mean to hurt him and now everyone is blaming him.
Poor babies ❤
I just hope Rafael will get well soon and will be back on the pitch with more power. 🔵🔴

Anyway I hope you like this chapter.
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Love you all ❤

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