His Maid (a Neymar Jr fanfic)

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PICTURE OF LILIANA (Sara Sampaio) AT THE TOP, SHES BEAUTIFUL RIGHT 😍

I moved into the mansion a week later, with nothing with me but a few belongings.

I'd stayed with Rogelio for the past few days in his two bedroom apartment, and I'd made it up to him by cooking breakfast every morning and dinner every night; I was still going to pay him back though.

I walked up the long pathway to the door, and the same guard as yesterday stopped and searched me.

After a few minutes of patting and questions being asked and me also trying (and failing) to get the guard laughing at a joke , Beatriz greeted me at the door again, and her face lit in a smile showed me how happy she was to have me here.

'Ola! Come in, come in.' She ushered me in and immediately took me up the stairs. I didn't even have a chance to glance at my surroundings again.

'How are you?' I asked her.

'Great, dearie, and so happy you're here. you're going to start working tomorrow, if that's okay. Today is all about you getting to know who you're working for, what to do and a chance to fit in.' Beatriz said, while taking my suitcase from my hand.

The stairs didn't even creak beneath our weight -something I was so used to back home I almost found myself missing it- and the lights above were encased by crystal chandeliers. We passed a few rooms, each with the same oak door.

She led me down the hallway, the deep red carpet soft beneath me. She stopped at a door.

'And this, Liliana, is your bedroom!' She opened the door.

I stepped into the room, momentarily forgetting about Beatriz. My room was breath-taking.
A large baby blue bed sat in the middle of the room, leaning against a white wall. The furniture was simple but expensive looking, white and cream. I couldn't wait to put up the fairy lights around the ceiling, and staying up late at night watching American Horror Story and listening to Lana Del Rey. There was a door leading to the en suite bathroom, and best of all, two french doors leading to a balcony. It was beautiful.

I ran to Beatriz and hugged her, taking the poor woman by surprise.

She chuckled and rubbed my back.

'Neymar is truly a lovely guy. No other would spend this much for his workers.' Beatriz said, and she placed my suitcase on the bed. 'I'll give you the chance to look around. Neymar is probably in the garden with his son so you don't have to worry.' She opened the door to leave. 'Feel free to look around anywhere!'

With that, she left. I collapsed onto the feather soft bed. I felt so damn lucky. I quickly unpacked my stuff, placing the few clothes I had in the wardrobe.

I opened the French doors and gaped at the surroundings. A field of green stretched as far as the eye could see, large trees encasing the garden. A small area was designed for Neymar's child, complete with a swing set, monkey bars and a slide.The lavish green bushes were probably more pampered than me. There was a large swimming pool, the clear water glinting in the sun.

I stepped back inside and decided to look around. Glancing quickly in the mirror, I took note of my flushed cheeks and shining eyes. I didn't know the last time I'd looked or felt this happy.

I left the room and went to the one opposite, taking my time to snoop around the place I would be staying and cleaning.This room was completely filled with toys, and there was a large car-shaped bed in the corner. This must have been the boy's. A poster of Messi, Suarez and of course his father, Neymar, took up a corner of the ceiling, and a signed football lay on the dressing table. Like father like son.

The room next to it seemed to be Beatriz's, as I saw a framed picture of her and what appeared to be her three sons. Her room was filled with old Brazilian poems and an antique radio, and I left feeling nostalgic.I left this room for another, and I'd seen most till I reached one at the far end of the corridor. It was larger than normal, it's dark oak surface smooth and the doorknob looking like it was made of pure gold.

I hesitated when I heard weird sounds emanating from inside- what if it was an intruder? Beatriz had said she thought Neymar was outside with his son, and that no one was upstairs at the moment, so who was it?

I thought about it for a second, doubting myself, till the noises from the room got louder and weirder. I definitely heard a moan and fear sprouted itself in my heart. I decided there and then that I would see what was behind this door, and maybe even capture the thief. That would definitely get me in Neymar's good books as his employee.

I grabbed the vase from behind me, lifting it high behind my head with hand and opening the door with another, bursting in-

There were two bodies on the bed, one over the other, both their faces covered by the girl's dark hair but I'd recognize Neymar's tattooed arms and chest anywhere. My eyes widened and I quickly covered them with my free hands as the two of them stopped what they were doing and turned to see me.

"I- oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise-.." I stuttered uselessly and began backing out of the room. "I thought you were an intruder, I-"

Neymar desperately tried removing himself from under the girl, his eyes wide and mouth open as if he was caught doing something he shouldn't have, but she pushed him back down, shooting me a look of disgust. She didn't bother covering her chest -seriously, neither would I if I had a rack like hers- and spat, "Neymar, babe, seriously, control your slaves."

Excuse me? And to think I just mentally complimented her body? I wasn't taking bullshit from anyone, not even if they happened to be a footballer's stupid girlfriend.

'Excuse me?' I questioned, placing the vase on a table near me and placing my hands on my hips. 'If you weren't half naked right now I'd have slapped you.'

She huffed and began her way towards me when Neymar pulled her back.

'Bruna. Leave it, Bruna, she didn't mean to.' His deep voice consoled her and he shot me a look of regret. She groaned and then, right in front of me, continued back where she had left off. Neymar glanced at me the whole time and I left the room feeling slightly -okay, very,- under appreciated and disgusted.
So this was Bruna? (a/N I like Bruna irl ok it's just this book)

My hands were slightly shaking as I made my way down the stairs to find Beatriz.

Not looking where I was going, I crashed into a solid body in front of me. A pair of hands grabbed me before I fell and I quickly jumped back before I caused any more damage.

'I'm so sorry!' I began to say.

The guy in front of me was wearing an uniform- he probably worked here too. His blonde curls fell carelessly over his face and his grey eyes were mischievous.

He smiled- two dimples appeared and he began to speak. 'It's totally okay; in fact it's a pleasure to be ran into by someone as hot as yourself.'

Was he for real? I rolled my eyes at him.

'I'm Alejandro. I work here too.' He stated. just as I was about to introduce myself, he beat me to it. 'You must be Liliana. Beatriz can't stop going on about the gorgeous new maid.'

Just as I was about to narrow my eyes at him, he said, ' Her words, not mine.'

I chuckled and Alejandro took me by the arm and led to the a room filled with people.

"These are the rest of the maids. Everyone, say hi to Liliana!"

Well hell. Time to meet everyone else.

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