You're Mine - Neymar Jr Fanfiction.

Chapter 34.

Date: 18 July.
Time: 13:23pm.

"So where are Thayse and Júlia?" Neymar asked Rafaella.

I decided to give them some 'brother,sister' time so I went to the couch and began texting Kristina.

~Neymar~

"So where are Thayse and Júlia?" I asked Rafaella.

After I said this Kendall gave a sweet smile and went to sit down.

"Actually, they're in the hotel room.." She trailed off.

"Go on." I asked suspiciously.

"And so is Bruna." She mumbled.

What?! Why is Bruna in Ibiza?

"Why is she here?" I whispered, hoping Kendall didn't hear.

"She insisted that she wanted to come." She smiled.

What is wrong with this girl?

"Yes, but just ignore her Ney. After all, she is one of my best friends." She smiled weakly.

"Fine, uh we'll see you guys later." I smiled.

"Bye Ney." She smiled as she kissed my cheek.

~Kendall~

I was busy texting Demi and Kristina when Neymar joined me.

"Everything okay?" I asked as he put his head in my lap.

"Uh.. Bruna's here." He confessed.

"What's she doing here?" Okay so what does this chick want? First she threatens me, and then she tries to make me jealous?

"Apparently she just wanted to come." Neymar smiled weakly as he sat up.

"I hope she doesn't start shouting at me and that." I said.

I've never really been the 'fighting' type. I was bullied a lot when I was younger because I could never stick up for myself. I didn't have a lot of friends, until I became a model. Everyone wanted to be my friend, but my only real friend was Kristina and Demi.

"Don't worry, I won't let that happen." He smiled as he held my waist.

"Would it be rude if I hang out with Demi and Antonella, rather than Bruna?" I asked sounding innocent.

"Well, I'll be hanging out with you guys too, not with Bruna." He smirked.

"You're not forced to hang with us. You can sit with her if you want, I trust you." I smiled weakly. It's the truth, I do trust him, but I don't trust Bruna.

"Thanks for trusting me." He grinned as he kissed my lips.

After a five minute make out session, he obviously moved onto my neck.

"Neymar, not again." I moaned.

I could feel him smirking against my skin.

He continued leaving his mark all over my neck. His hands were pressed against the couch while my hands were pressed against his bare back. I began to leave scratches on his back.

We swopped positions, so now I was ontop of him. My legs were wrapped around his torso and his hands were laying comfortably on my ass. Neymar was in a sitting position.

He continued to suck my neck, when suddenly my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

Neymar continued to leave hickies on my neck.