Love, Lies & War (David Luiz)

Number Five - Inessa

I woke up around 11 to a knock on my door.

 "Urgg Layla you said 1, what do you want" I complained

"Its me freckles, you descent?" Soap questioned through the door

"Aye pal sorry. Come in" I shout

Soap walks in and throws himself on the bed next to me. We both just lie there for about half an hour saying nothing

"I reckon we've missed breakfast now freckles" Soap whispers breaking the silence 

"Never been one for breakfast food myself" I return back

"It weird isn't?" Soap asks

"What is Pal?"

"Lying here, no noise, no gun fire.... nothing to do" he answers

We both go quite for a few minutes, until Soap starts laughing like some deranged mad man

"I'm in need of a whiskey and woman freckles" he chuckled

"well go knock your self out, I'm meeting Layla and number five at 1" I laugh

He drops a kiss on the top my head and walks out, as I lie there and fall back to sleep

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"FRECKLES..... OI NESS"

I wake up to a very disappointed Layla looking down on me

"What the hell Inessa. I said 1. PFFFT. Get your little arss out of bed" Layla orders

Shit. I'm really in for it if I'm being called by Inessa.

I get out of bed and turn to the bathroom and jump in the shower

"I'll sort you out an outfit" I hear Layla bark

After I get out of the shower, I put on the outfit Layla picked out for me. Skinny light blue jeans and floral top. She orders me to stick on some painful looking heels but like a badass I stick to my navy converse.

We get into the lobby to find a bunch of the paparazzi outside. As soon as they get a glance of me they go mad. Layla hands me her sun glasses and we head out to the car.

"WELCOME HOME INESSA"

"WHERE WERE YOU THIS TIME INESSA"

"CAN WE GET A QUOTE OR A SMILE FOR THE CAMERA NESS"

I turn and smile, letting them get their photos and jump in the car.

"So where are we going then?" I question Layla and we speed off

"To meet number 5 at his work, he's taking us for lunch" she beams

"So what does he do" I ask

"Oh he's just the head PR dude for Chelsea football team" she smirks

I just shake my head and light up a cigarette.

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We pull up outside a large building next too some football fields. I look over to one of the fields and notice a bunch on people shouting and running around

"YAY. He's out on the field with some of the guys, means we get to check out some of the footballers" Layla beams slapping my bum

As we head over to the field, Layla struts up to who I assume is Peter and dives in for a big gross kiss. Standing there awkwardly I look around and notice a couple of familiar faces.

"Well well well. Look who's here" someone shouts

"Bloody hell your looking old. How longs it been" I smile back to John Terry

"Too bloody long" Lampard shouts as he runs up and throws me into a hug with my feet off the floor.

"Hows it going pal. You guys look good" I respond flicking Terry on the ear

"Aye cant complain" they both enthuse

As I continue to mess around and catch up with Terry and Lampard, two other guys walk over.

"Yo Terry, who is this" one says in a thick Brazilian accent.

"Oh yea, Luiz, Oscar this is Inessa Veno. Ness this is David Luiz and Oscar Santos" Terry announces

" Olà, prazer em conhecê-lo" I respond

(Hello, Nice to meet you)

"Uau. O português é brilhante" chirps Oscar

(Wow. Your Portuguese is brilliant)

Obrigado. Meu sobrinho é metade Brasilia e mora lá e eu tenho alguns amigos lá também e pegeui" I smile back

(Thanks. My nephew is half Brazilian and lives there and I have some friends there too and picked it up)

"OI can we please have some English please" Terry chuckles

"Why? You can barely speak English either" I laugh with Oscar and David

"I actually know Lucca, cute kid. He will defiantly make a food futballer one day" David adds

"Oh wow. I've not seen him in two years! I can't wait to see him, but I just hope he remembers me. How do you know him?"

"I'm sure he will. Maya has pictures of you all around the house and they talk about you often to him. It's actually cool to finally meet you. And my mãe is friends with Maya" he replies

That was so good to hear. When my brother died in that awful crash during the German Grand Prix I was a total mess. Thankfully Maya Senna the mother of Bruno Senna took him in for me. Lucca's mother wanted nothing to do with him. I was so thankful to Maya, and had always felt like a member for the Senna clan, which came from being childhood friends with Bruno. We use to cause so much trouble on a Grand Prix weekend as kids.

"OI ginge come over here and meet Peter" Layla shouts

"Hi, nice to meet you numbe.... I mean Peter" I chirped

He was an ugly old man. Grey hair, a big round belly with some stupid expensive shirt too tight over it. His face was round, red and sweaty. I just looked over to Layla and smirked.

"Well, my dear wife tells me I have the wonderful pleasure of taking you two beautiful ladies out for dinner" he barks looking me up and down and smiling

I turn around and see the guys walking slowly back to the changing rooms.

"HEYYY... HEYY Terry, Guys!!! Come here" I shout over

They all come running over

"The wonderful Peter here is taking us out for dinner. You guys want to join" I blurt with a look of desperation

David sees the expression on my face and laughs, "Sure freckles we'd love to, give us ten minutes to change and we'll meet you in the car park"

"Awesome, thanks.. I mean cool yeah. Ten minutes" I enthuse

Did David Luiz just call me freckles

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