Love and Seduction (Neymar)

Chapter 10: Minx

Song: Girls in the Hood by Megan Thee Stallion

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So yes, I fucked Neymar and I liked it. And that's the end of the story.

I despised him and his hypocritical attitude. He thinks he's perfect and noble, but I know he fucks random models and influencers. That's just the way celebrities are. They sleep around and once in a blue moon; they get into a relationship only to break up a week later. I was one of them, but I was not into long-term relationships and love was never involved.

My parents and that one bastard had destroyed the concept of love for me. I admit that an insignificant number of celebrities seem to have found true love. But I'll just wait and see how long it takes before the cheating takes place. Every year there is at least one celebrity divorce of the century. This is the life of the rich and famous. It's filthy and scandalous, and I loved it.

I lived for fame, money, a little scandal, and a lot of sex.

I felt the soreness between my legs after the rough sex with Neymar as I drove back to my hotel. A long, hot shower should fix that.

In my bathrobe, I sat on my bed with a glass of Chardonnay. I took a sip and let the fruity wine tantalize my throat while I checked my phone.

Christiano7: Babe, be sexy and ready at 7 p.m. We are going to a party!"

Me: Okay, see you then

A party sounded good now because I had no plans for tonight. I rummaged through my luggage looking for a suitable outfit. I decided on a black-draped satin dress with spaghetti straps. The dress was short and sexy and hugged my figure in all the right places. I combined it with black stiletto heels.

For makeup, I chose a classic smokey eye and applied nude lipstick. I left my hair down and kept it naturally straight. I picked a clutch with colorful rhinestones, sprayed on a sexy perfume, and was ready to go out.

Cristiano arrived exactly at 7 p.m. in a red Ferrari convertible. He wore jeans with sneakers and a matching denim shirt.

"You look sexy as ever, babe," he said, his lustful gaze scanning my body appreciatively.

"Thank you. You don't look bad yourself."

He opened the car door for me and I got in. "I am lucky to have such a hot date," he grinned as he put his hand on my thigh during the ride.

"I know," I said with a wink.

The party took place in a big mansion of a rich old man. This was no surprise. Music resounded through the building as we entered hand in hand. The house was full and the mood was good.
"I am going to get us drinks, babe," Cristiano said, walking into the crowd in search of the bar.

I strolled around and saw a few models I had worked with before. I struck up a conversation, but the small talk was killing me and I desperately needed a drink. What was taking Cristiano so long? I should go find him before I bang my head against a brick wall.

"Hi Angel," Marc greeted me on the way to the bar.

"Hi. Marc, right?" I asked in a honeyed voice. He was cute and I liked his smile.

"Yeah, we met at the club the other night. Are you here alone?"

"I'm here with Cristiano. I was just looking for him. What about you?" I glanced at his hand and saw no wedding ring.

"I am here with a couple of Barcelona players. You look beautiful, by the way." His gaze fell on my cleavage.

"Thank you, Marc. I need to find my date and get a drink. If I do not find him, I'll come to you."