From Me To You

Chapter 36 - Nike

I rush into the building as fast as I can in my heels and make it to the floor where the meeting was taking place.

The flight landed on time there was just an unbelievable amount of traffic on my way westward to the photo shoot for Nike. This was the first photo shoot I managed to book with all of the guys since they've been scattered throughout the globe.

I burst through the double doors to find Luis Enrique getting ready to have his photo taken. I look to the wall clock and then flash him a smile.

"Right on time," I say as I walk past him to the right to greet the other guys getting dressed and ready.

They all turn their heads as the sound of my heels fills the room and I make my way to the back of the room to greet the photographer.

"Bonjour!" I say as he turns to face me.

The prestigious photographer offered me a grand smile when someone who spoke his language finally arrived.

A couple of minutes later the photographer had finished up with Luis so the both of us headed over to the area where the assistants were doing the touch ups.

"Luis," I look up at him whilst the person finishes up the touch ups. "I've been meaning to ask you why I have a free slate in September."

"Uh, September," Luis begins to think. "Yeah, free slate, you have vacation days you have to use up by the end of the year, you can move them around, I just put them for September cause it'd be the best for the team since they're going to be super busy."

"Alright," I begin to nod my head.

"Kat!" Marc calls for me as he's sat in a makeup chair. "Can you explain to her that she's getting that in my eyes."

"Close your eyes, Marc," I say as I roll mine at him and he begins to laugh at me.

I walk along the rest of the guys getting ready and stand near the photographer whilst Piqué is finishing up his shoot.

I feel a hand on my waist and I turn to face Leo.

"What's up?" I ask him.

"I need a translator," he says and I follow him back to where he came from.

Once I finish explaining what Messi needed me to, I catch Neymar's eye and I walk over to him as he's putting on his shoes.

"Good morning, Neymar," I chime as I walk over.

"Kat," he smiles.

It's going to be two months since we got together in less than a week and I'm more than just finally happy.

"Suivant," the photographer says asking for the next player.

"You're up," I tell Neymar.

The only ones who know about us is truly a short list. Leo and Antonella, Naomi, Carolina, Marcelo, and my family back in Colombia but they probably didn't even realize how this was going to end or even care for that matter.

Piqué comes up to me and interrupts my thoughts.

"Shak wanted you and Neymar over for dinner tomorrow night, please say yes because I was supposed to ask last week," Piqué pleads.

"Why us both?" I ask.

"You may not have admitted it but everyone knows," he smirks at me. "Yes?"

"I'll think about," I mock him.

"Don't do this to me, Kat," he says as he follows me to the editors.

"Ask Neymar," I smirk.

It's almost ten at night when I arrive home and I lock the door behind me.

I shut off the tv which served as background noise to the empty room and I turn off the lights in the living room as well before walking to my room.

I take off my heels and let out a moan before I hear footsteps coming my way.

I get up and open the door before Neymar had a chance to knock and he gives me a smile.

"Hey there, beautiful," he winks.

"Handsome," I offer back.

I wrap my arms around him and place my lips on his, what I've been waiting for all day.

Neymar slowly moves me backwards till I'm leaning on my door and he removes his lips from mine.

"I'm exhausted," I tell him.

"I can see that," he smiles. "Such a professional. How was your flight this morning?"

"Fantastic, the best sleep I've gotten in ages," I tell him as I move to my bed.

"That can't be true," he says as he throws himself next to me. "How were the guys?"

"Oh, they were all great, I had a blast seeing them all again," I begin to smile, thinking of the night before. "Everyone sends their best."

"Who's everyone?"

"James, Keylor, Toni, Iker and Marcelo, but you know that because you were texting Marcelo non-stop," I poke Neymar's arm.

"Alright, alright, you got me there. I was just curious," Neymar says before smiling at me. "Tell me more."

I tell him about the little reunion and when I'm all done retelling the stories I ask him about the dinner.

"Did Gerard mention the dinner to you?" I turn to face him as he brings me closer.

"Yeah, what do you think?"

"Whatever floats your boat, I'm not gonna complain about a dinner with Shakira," I say making Neymar laugh. "Why is it so hot in here?"

"It seems fine to me," Neymar says before he begins to kiss my neck.

I sit up and he stops and just looks up at me.

"It's June already?" I let out a grunt.

"If that's what the calendar says," Neymar says as he sits up. "Come to my room, it's cooler."

"Oh, I'm sure it is," I smirk. "Alright, get out I'm gonna change."

"I won't disturb you," he says.

"Out," I begin to laugh as I push him out of the room.

All I manage to do is take my shirt off before Neymar comes back in and lifts me over his shoulder and carries me to his room.