Hold me in contempt

Head shots

3.57 am, Lonely streets of Barcelona, Spain.
Mist of mystery. Long legs, red lips, big blonde curls. Big mouth, great ass. Mystery girl. Fuckable. Annoying to the core.

1.34 am.

Doors swung open and the flashing started. I shielded my eyes with my sunglasses whilst hopping out quickly, making sure they got some good shots. The way was freed so I could get into the club, after signing some shirts and pictures. Hearing your name being chanted in the crowd is irreplaceable and to be honest, it boosts your ego. I would never get used to it.

"Where are you putas? Just got in" I texted into the groupchat, gazing around, while the music blasted in my ear. Feeling the eyes burn on my back and dodging the looks, trying to avoid fans coming up to me. I was not in the mood for any of that shit tonight. Trying to ignore the sting in my ankle I gulped down the champagne that was given to me by the door.

"End of bar, to the left. You brought some?" I shook my head and grinned at my screen, making my way through the crowd, meanwhile looking for the lucky one whom will have the honour to end up in my bed tonight.

Being greeted by everyone once I caught the private section in the corner, surrounded by the finest women and bodyguards, ofcourse.

"Finally! What took you so long princess?" I slapped the back of his head and took the shot that was waiting for me, plus the one next to it who yelled out my name.

I caught up quickly, deja vu filling my head, knowing exactly what kind of night this would be.

"You fixed it bro?"

"Yes ladies, we can go after the club, I fixed something. But no phones!" I yelled to get over the music.

"That's how we know you Neymar!"

"I'm serious, no bullshit this time!"

"Yeah, yeah. Salut hermanos!" We all clicked our glasses and poured down the burning tequilla, reminding me why I hate alcohol.

Single and rich, that's how i'd describe my life right now. And you can fill in yourself how that would look. Parties, escorts, yachts, champagne. It was like celebrating my birthday every weekend. But everything has to be done lowkey, because being a athlete also ment protein shakes and being home by six.

The reputation that we all had was big, and I already made my publisit have a meltdown twice. My friends outside of work and the single ones from my team didn't struggle with their reputation as much, so they didn't care. I was the star player, the promise, so all eyes on me. I hated that bullshit. But it was real, and we were under the loop 24/7, so there are some things we had to consider, think through.

Sometimes pay off some people to keep them silent, non-disclosure agreements were signed almost every week. Money is power, and trust me, we have enough. The reason why everyone keeps their mouths shut, nothing leaks. There are rules to this.

The first rule of the game we played outside the field, very simple but crucial:
No phones around alcohol, drugs and girls.

The second rule was unwritten, and not spoken about, but we all knew, that you don't talk about what you see married men and guys in relationships do with girls.

To be clear, we warn someone one time, and one time only. What they decide to do after that, is their business. When we are around the wives and girlfriends, we act cool. We never tell when someone eats out, and not at home.

Third rule of the book, no papparazi's and press involved, ever. We go lowkey, to clubs we know and will make sure they play on our side. The club was adement on making sure their reputation wouldn't get scratched, and are not afraid to let you go once you do, scared of the opinions of the millions of fans. We all have good lawyers, make sure we don't talk about the things we do and do our job right. No trainer, coach or anyone from the staff is ever involved.

The last rule only applied to me, but it was to never get wasted and get no drugs in my system, ever. I still had some self respect and dignity left in me and hate the person I become when wasted. I know my boundaries, and the fine line not to cross, knowing damn well what I turn into when I am drunk.

The no drugs part, well, i've seen alot of crazy shit happen to people on that mess. And how fast it pulls you down, sucks you in and controls your mind, heart and spirit.

Also, we have drugs tests once a while. That shit shows in the results and it's not a good look.

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"We're leaving in 30 minutes, get the cars ready" Neymar told Ace, his personal bodyguard and good friend who kept him out of fights and trouble, most of the time. Big guy, intimidating, but most importantly loyal.

He did what his boss asked and got the cars, while the party continued inside. Champagne and tequilla was flowing while models entered the booth. Neymar poured vodka into a brunette's mouth, to kiss her and taste the burning liquid. She tasted like a one night stand, exactly what he needed. He sat back to enjoy the show they were giving, seeing his friend, Gil, pour champagne on the models that were making out right infront of me, short dresses barely covering them. It was a preview to the film he was about to see tonight.

His signature smirk was noticable, finally seeing her face close up. They had encountered before, so he knew her skills. He got up and as soon as he did, they both noticed the bulge that was visible. She pulled him along, out of the crowd and stopped.

"You're coming with me baby, walk" The wink that followed made her weak in the knees, so she eagerly followed him into the men's room, making good use of the empty room.

The night ended in a well known strip club, where we kept the party going, like usual. I was laid back on the sofas, smoke blurring my vision and getting my eyes red. Drake echoed in the back as money flew in the air, making it rain.

3.30 am

"Just stop here, i'll be back soon."

"You sure boss? It's late, we can get you something at the house?"

I chuckled and hopped out the car, quickly.

"Nah, they have that limited edition wine here. One glass and i'll be out"

As if he couldn't get that wine delivered to his place, I heard him thinking. But he nodded, closing the door and didn't say anything.

We both knew I couldn't stand to go home alone and lay in a empty bed, not after I had to kick them out. I needed distraction of some sort. I walked down the lonely streets, walking past some empty bars while hearing dog barks behind me. It had to be somewhere here? Why isn't it lit?

"Fuck! Google said you were still open!" .........

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