His Maid (a Neymar Jr fanfic)

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*one week later*

I clutched the clipping of the advertisement tight in my hands, nervously smoothing down my pencil skirt. After the night I discovered the advertise, I'd been up all night this week preparing myself for the interview, stressing over the tiniest details.

I'd chosen the closest outfit to smart I had for the interview- a black pencil skirt, a white collared shirt with a simple cardigan over it and smart black heels.My unruly hair was tied into a pony tail, and I wore minimum makeup. Now that I'd looked the part, I just had to feel it.

As soon as I'd found the advertisement in the newspaper, I'd rushed home to call the number, and had arranged an interview for next week.

Now that the day had arrived, I was pretty sure that it wasn't possible for someone to sweat as much as I was. I breathed out through my nose and took in my surroundings.

The mansion before me was ridiculous. It was massive, the grey tiles of it stretching as far as the eye could see. The lawns before it were neatly trimmed into beautiful shapes, and the marble fountain sprouting multi-coloured water was breath taking. There was a large swimming pool beneath the gazebo, and as I walked under the archway, I could've sworn I'd heard a little boy squealing and laughing. I could never imagine growing up in a place like this.

I'd shown the advertisement to the many guards and they'd let me in, not before checking all my belongings and clothes.

Who the hell lived in this place, a king?

I knocked on the front door, trying my best to control my breathing. The oak door opened to reveal an elderly woman, her white hair tied up in a tight bun. She smiled at me, her glistening brown eyes disappearing into the tanned folds of her skin.

"Hola carino , ¿estás aquí para el trabajo? (Hi, sweetie, are you here for the job?)" She asked in Spanish.

I nodded and she welcomed me into the house. A blonde child suddenly ran past, and the lady scolded him in Portuguese. I took it the owners of this house were either Portuguese or Brazilian.

I was glad of my heritage at that point- half Brazilian, a quarter Italian and a quarter Persian. My mother loved to boast about it. My family had taken it upon themselves to teach me the languages and I was fluent in all. That was probably my only talent.

"Is he your child?" I questioned the lady in Portuguese

She looked surprised at the fact I spoke Portuguese. "Oh heavens no," She replied back in the same language. "I have to look after him. I'm so glad you speak Portuguese! And before I totally forget, I'm Beatriz and it's lovely to meet you."

I paused for a minute to take in my surroundings and gasped at the beauty of it all. The chandelier above me was massive, the crystal decorations swaying. All around me were large paintings, some of landscapes, others of what looked like the little blonde child. The hallway was beautiful, and Beatriz led me into the kitchen.

"We usually do this sort of thing in the living room, but Master has some friends around so we must make do. I read through your CV and everything, and I'm so happy you decided to come here, querida (sweetie)!" She said, taking a seat near the counter and motioned for me to do the same.

I sat opposite her and told her all about myself and my previous work experiences. By the end of it, she looked extremely happy with herself.

"I can't wait to tell Master all about you!" She gushed, and I chuckled at how young she acted and how easily we got along. "You've got the job!"

Oh my gosh. I could almost kiss her. I'd gone from earning barely anything to so much; I couldn't wait to tell my family back home. As she told me everything I'd have to do, I could barely hear her over how excited and happy I was feeling for the first time in so long.

"... And so you'll have to move in here, with the rest of us maids. Don't worry though, Master makes sure we have everything we could ever need! He spoils us, he really does Lana. You'll have to move in before next week as it's all going to be busy and we need all the help we can get."

My eyes widened at how fast everything was going, but this was exactly what I needed to get my mind off everything. The laughter in the next room got louder, and I could swear I'd heard a familiar voice singing... And getting all the lyrics wrong.

"Master should be seeing his guests out soon, so I can take you on a tour of the house." Beatriz spoke in a excited, child-like voice that stood out from her elderly appearance. "We also have to get you into a uniform!"

"Wait," I interrupted, "who is our 'master'? And why should I have to call him that? I'm sorry, but I'm not calling anyone master." I quickly shut my mouth when a nervous smile came across her face.

"Master, meet your new maid, Lana Woods. Lana, meet your master". She gestured behind me and I turned slowly to find..

Oh my God.

I'd been so caught up with Beatriz I hadn't heard the footsteps behind me. Leaning in the kitchen doorway, with a wine glass in his tanned hands, was no other than Neymar Jr. He wore a black suit, his usually styled hair slicked back. His bright green eyes shone with humour - and maybe a little wine- and his full lips curled back into a smirk.

He took a step forwards into the kitchen and he chuckled, a deep sound emanating from his body. "I am your master, Liliana."