His Maid (a Neymar Jr fanfic)

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My eyes widened at the sight of him.

Oh my God. Was this real?

I played with the ends of my hair as Neymar came into the room and put an arm around Beatriz, looking down at her with affection.

Why did I have to open my mouth like that? Beatriz was shaking her head in mock-disaproval at the wine glass in his hands, her face full of motherly love.

'Beatriz, Beatriz,' Neymar said, his deep voice slightly slurred because of the alcohol. 'How many times do I have to tell you to call me Neymar, and not master? Now you've probably scared the poor pretty girl into thinking that I'm cruel.'

Wait, pretty girl? Was he talking about me? I tried to stop the light blush that covered my cheeks and was silently glad that he was drunk enough not to notice it.

'And how many times have I told you, Neymar, to stay away from the alcohol? You have training tomorrow! Just because you and Bruna have a couple of arguements does not mean you start getting drunk off your head!' Beatriz scolded him, apparently not caring that he was a multi-milionaire footballer and that she worked for him.

He grinned at her, his white teeth shining, as if she'd just complimented him instead of telling him off.

She took Neymar's arm off of her and placed him on the sofa behind me.

'But, Beatriz,' He moaned, his pink lips turned into a pout. 'She keeps on having a go at me for no reaso-'

'Um,' I interrupted, 'I should be, um, going now. Perhaps you can call me if I've got the job?' I didn't want to hear all about Neymar's personal problems, especially since he was drunk and probably wouldn't even remember meeting me in the morning.

'Querida (Portugese for sweetheart), you already have the job! All the other girls, and even a few boys, were only interested in the money and getting their claws onto Neymar. You, Liliana, are one of those rare ones that genuinely wants to work! No way am I letting you go.' Beatriz smiled at me.

I smiled back, and was about to reply when a noise came from behind. Neymar cleared his throat and I turned around to find him staring at me, his head cocked to the side.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi."

"I'm Neymar."

I bit back my tongue to say that obviously I knew who he was. Wasn't I just watching his face on tv only a few days ago and now seeing him in real life, working for him? Life truly was crazy.

"I'm Liliana."

"Liliana.' He nodded slowly, tasting my name on his tongue. 'Liliana. Nice name. Do you work for me now, Liliana?"

"Yes, sir, I'm going to be helping Beatriz around your house."

"I needed a new pretty face around here.' He mock whispered, causing the pinkness in my face to turn scarlet. Great. I'd had my first meeting with my boss looking like a tomato.

"Anyway,' He suddenly got up, and Beatriz and I both realised that his wine glass was now empty. 'I must return to my bedroom, where apparently Bruna lives now too!" He left the room, all the while muttering to himself. "Atleast she's always up for it".

I choked back a laugh as Beatriz shook her head and came to stand next to me.

"I promise he isn't always like this, sweetie, it's only when that pyshco girlfriend of his is over here!"
She shook her head, her greying curls bouncing around her face. "Don't know what the boy sees in her.."

It wasn't my business to pry, so I didn't ask any questions. After Beatriz told me I would be moving in here in a few days, I was handed a few contracts to sign.

A place to stay, an over-exaggerated salary, a world-famous footballer as my boss- it all seemed to good to be true.

"These are just so you don't tell anyone where Neymar lives and stuff like that. You know what those fan girls are like!" Beatriz explained. "Stay here, while I get something for you. There's a few snacks on the counter, dearie, in case you're a bit hungry."

She then left the room to get something, while I sat down on the sofa where Neymar had been a few moments ago and once again took in my crazily amazing surroundings. I stood up and made my way around the kitchen, the granite surfaces polished so clean I could see my reflection.
I leaned against the counter, my head in my hands as I tried to process this all. I reminded myself to phone my mom later on, and then silently thanked God.

I clasped my hands together, looking towards the heavens - or in this case, a real expensive looking ceiling - and shut my eyes.

"Gracias Dios, por todo." Thank you God, for everything.

I was so into my prayer that when I opened my eyes to find Neymar and Beatriz standing there with amused expressions on their faces I let out a little scream.

Beatriz chuckled, "Nice to see someone thanking the almighty!"

Neymar had changed out of his suit into football pyjamas, and I tried not to laugh at how child-like he looked. Neymar still stood there glancing at me and probably wondering if my face was permanently red.

He then glanced at Beatriz quickly, and she nodded at him as if to say go on, before giving me his attention.

"Liliana," He began, in a small voice. "I think we should have this meeting again tomorrow because I think I was drunk?"

"You think!?" Beatriz said behind him, lightly smacking his shoulder.

"No, no, I know I was drunk," He said, with a pointed look at Beatriz. "Anyway, I apologize for all this inconvenience, and it won't happen again."

Walking over to me, he quickly gave me a pat on the back and I bit back my laughter as he exited the room with Beatriz behind him.

I went to the doorway and looked to see Neymar walking up the stairs with a pouty look on his face.

'Are you happy now, Beatriz? Now the pretty girl thinks I'm an idiot!' He said, and Beatriz only chuckled in reply, ushering him up the stairs.

I leaned against the doorway and let out a laugh. This was going to be amazing.

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