The Foreigner {Neymar fanfiction}

Chapter 3

He couldn't mean that for real. Neymar would probably aggrieve me so I would leave voluntary, but I didn't dare to tell Johnny about my fears.

"Johnny, we need a serious talk. Just us both", Neymar gave me an evil glare. Then they both walked out to the hallway.

NEYMAR'S POV

I pulled Johnny out of the door and closed it behind me. I couldn't believe what he just came up with. Johnny and I had been working together for years now, he knew me since the beginning of my professional career. He always gave me some good advise and made me become a professional model next to my football career. What did he think of asking me to take that jungle girl home with me? I had Bruna living in my house with me and she was already stressing enough. No need for more of that by another girl around me.

"Johnny, you can't do that", I started trying to sound as serious as I could.

"Can't what? Neymar, please. She is a great new talent and I can't just send her back home!", Johnny declared.

"And out of all places in São Paulo you had to choose mine? It isn't even in the city center", I tried to convince him that his idea was absurd.

"I can't let her stay with me and neither she or I have the time and money to buy her a house or flat or whatever. You already know each other, it's the only possibility" He actually sounded really desperate. That girl seemed to mean a lot to him already.

"What about Jay? She knows him too", I replied.

"Jay has a two months old daughter. I can't expect Jay, Sara and Luciana to do that, Neymar. At least for the next days, please"

"Bruna is in Milan for five more days. Until she comes back, Luciana can sleep on my couch. Until Tuesday, no day longer.", I muttured making Johnny smile and pulling me in a man hug.

LUCIANA'S POV

After half an eternity, Johnny and Neymar entered the room again.

"You'll stay with Neymar! You can both go home now and we'll meet again here tomorrow at eleven. See you tomorrow, guys!", Johnny shouted already turning around to leave as he still spoke. The door slammed behind him and Neymar and I were the only ones left in the room.

"Um, let's go then", Neymar mumbled picking his sports bag up and walking to his car. I followed him all the way, well I had no choice.

During the drive both of us didn't say a word. As he was about to stop the car in a huge yard, Neymar suddenly started talking.

"I have training with the Seleção now. Here are the keys, just go in and... do whatever you think of doing. I'll be there in like three hours. Do you want Asian noodles or rather a hamburger for dinner?", he asked as he handed me the keys of his villa. I have never eaten Asian noodles or a hamburger, so I just decided for the first meal. I quickly made my way out of Neymar's car to the front door while Neymar left. Standing in front of the door, I still couldn't believe any of this. I was about to enter the house of someone I didn't know for long, who I didn't even like a lot. He offered me food I never ate and he let me live in a house as big as I've never seen one like this before.

Inside I continued my amazement. I stood in some sort of huge living room with a TV that was placed on the wall and was almost as big as the whole wall. The furniture was modern from what I could say. It was mostly white with black and silver details. The kitchen wasn't a room itself, it kind of belonged to the living room. I walked through the room observing every small bit of it. It all seemed to good for someone like me. I don't think this place could ever feel like home to me. As I reached the huge window side of the room, my sight fell on a pool outside the house. I looked out of the huge windows to see a nice terrace around the corner and some sunbeds around the pool. A little more afar in the garden I could see basket for basketball.

After seeing all of the floor I was on, I decided to go downstairs before going upstairs. There I found a wooden room with nothing but wooden benches inside of it. I went back up the stairs and took the other ones up. I saw five doors. Two on the left, one in front of me and two on the right. First I went inside the first one on the left. A bathroom. I went out of it again and didn't dare to open the other doors since one of them had to be Neymar's bedroom and I didn't want to get to deep into his privacy.

For the next hours I just walked around the living room waiting for Neymar to come back.

After two hours, he finally came back. I was already pretty bored because I had nothing to do and didn't want to touch or use any of his fancy things.

"Here's dinner" Neymar walked inside placing two paper cups on the counter in the kitchen. All I did was standing there and smiling awkwardly. Neymar sat down on the counter and gave me a weird look back. "Do you wanna eat while standing in the middle of the room? Sit down here" He tapped on the chair next to his. I sat down quietly and started eating my noodles.

"And?", he asked looking at me.

"Huh?" I didn't know what he wanted from me.

"Do you like the noodles?", he asked almost sounding annoyed again.

"Yes, they're great", I mumbled with a slight smile. Actually he seemed to care at least a little about me and that was kind of cute.

"Do you want to sleep now?", Neymar asked while turning around to me after throwing the paper boxes into a dustbin.

"Uh, yes", I muttured as he went over to the stairs that led up to the second floor.

"Come with me then", he said without interrupting his walk, so I followed him quietly.

"I guess you wanna know what's behind all these doors, so before you go a wrong way, I'll show them to you", Neymar stated. He didn't know that I already went upstairs before.

"So this is the bathroom. If you need to pee or want to take a shower, do so. But please don't forget to lock the door, I don't want to see you more naked than I already have to" He closed the bathroom door again after we both looked in as he finished his sentence. Then we went over to the next door and Neymar opened it to let me take a look inside.

This is Davi's room", Neymar whispered to me and smiled as he saw the toys which sere distributed all over the dark blue carpet.

"Who's Davi?", I asked hoping to not bothering Neymar too much. His smile suddenly disappeared. He turned around to me and started speaking. "Davi Lucca is my son. He's three years old and lives in Santos with his mom. Not so far away but I don't get to see him often because of my job" He looked down sadly. For the first time ever I felt sorry for him. It must be hard if you can't see your own son a lot. I wondered how my mom manages life without me right now... I missed her so much.

"Lets go to the next room", Neymar interrupted my thought all of the sudden.

"This is the room of my sister for when she visits me which happens next... tomorrow. I got her her own room because I wanted to make her happy and she didn't want to sleep in the same room with my parents when they're here too. I don't know why she doesn't want to sleep in my room then bur whatever. Just prepare for her to be here tomorrow" His sister's room looked extremely pretty. It had white walls and floor, black furniture and light pink details.

"This room is my room and you don't need to see it because it's a mess", he said as he pointed to the second door on the right.

"And this is... surpriiiise", he started as he opened the door. "Your room."

The room had white walls and floor just lile the one of his sister, but the details were red and black and the furniture grey. It was really small but enough for me. I was happy as long as I didn't have to sleep on the street and I didn't need more space. I was used to small rooms from my home, but I was surprised that a famous person like Neymar had such one.

"I'm going to sleep now so if you need something go get it yourself", Neymar winked at me as he went over to his apparently messy room. I decided to wait until everything was quiet in Neymar's room, so I could put on my night dress without him seeing me or anything.

As I just wanted to get into the bed, the door suddenly got open and I cringed.

"Make sure you get up at nine tomorrow. There's an alarm clock. Goodnight jungly", he smirked and closed the door again. He called me jungly, for real? And he stood there again in his underwear. I had to admit that that was hot. He was hot.