Dark Moves Of Love ~ Neymar Jr

Present Day

(Update: The previous chapter, Epilogue was the true ending to DMOL. Present Day Pt 1 and Present Day Pt 2 set up the second book Fever Dreams. If you don't plan on reading the second book stop here. You've been warned xx)

Hi guys! As promised, this is the bonus chapter for Dark Moves of Love, taking us all the way to the present!

Now, if you love your HEAs and want to think of Liv and Neymar walking off into the sunset together (or doing any other thing that you can think of), don't read this chapter. That way, what happens next is up to you!

On the other hand, if you want to know where all these characters are, all this time after the WC, go ahead! You have been warned!

As always, thank you so much for reading, for commenting and voting for all this time! It means the world to me! And I will keep you updated on what I write next!

Without further ado, here's the bonus chapter of DMOL!

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When I heard the key twisting in the front door, I jumped to my feet, barely containing my excitement. I run to the living room as he closed the door and put his suitcase on the floor.

"Hi!" I yelled, before I ran towards him, enveloping him in a big hug.

He reciprocated just as eagerly. "Oh Livvie, I've missed you! It's good to be home." He said, giving the house the onceover.

"Missed you too." I said, squeezing him even tighter before he finally let me down. Even with our small height difference, every hug David gave me, had me airborne. "Your hair is longer." I told him, once I got a good look at him.

"You like it?" He asked me. "Unruly curls are making a comeback."

I rolled my eyes. "I saw the game. Impressive."

"It's what I do." He said, dusting nonexistent dust from his shoulder. "What have you been up to?" He asked me as he plummeted on one of the sofas.

"Same old, same old. Practice, classes, everything is like you left it."

"Exciting." He mocked me.

"Well, our season is starting soon and Coach Mariano has almost doubled our training hours. I'm barely keeping up with schoolwork."

"You're the one that wanted to go to graduate school. On top of playing for one of the best women's teams in the world." He said, but he wasn't mocking me this time.

"Until we get payed the same as you, I'm afraid a woman professional footballer has got to make a living somehow."

He chuckled. It was true that if David and I weren't roommates I would never afford to live in a house like this one.

When I first arrived in France a year ago I had no plans to stay. David was the one who had suggested I come for a visit for a few days and those soon turned into weeks and suddenly I was living here. Like everything that happened in the past three years, ever since the CBF revoked my job offer, it happened organically and without planning.

But it wouldn't have happened without David. He was the one that scored me a job interview for an assistant coach position with the Paris Saint-Germain team. But my run as an assistant coach for the men's club was cut short when only a month later I was fired.

And what happened next was a dream. I was fired as an assistant coach and re-employed by PSG as a professional footballer for PSG Féminines! I hadn't played in a team since university and now I was part of one of the greatest teams in the world!