Neymar POV
Barcelona- 12:34pm
I looked around unclear off my surrounding I knew I was at my managers office but everything was different in it, new painting new walls new furniture.
"Neymar good evening" he eyes putting out his hand I shook it and smiled
"Good evening sir, why did you want me out of training so badly?"
"A lot off issues have been coming from the media getting a lot off negative attention on the fact that you only date super models and celebrities" he adds
"Why do I care what the stupid media says? Everyone knows they talk too much" I say shrugging
"This is bad neymar, we need you to be seen in the eye the public eye with a new girl who isn't a celeb" he adds "for your career"
"Why can't I just fall in love my way?" I asked confusedly "I'm not looking for anything serious"
"Neither are we neymar we just need you to be seen with an average girl, do you know how many collage girls didn't want you? They said they saw you on magazines and television and your immature and a player"
"An immature player with money and fans" I say laughing
"She's sleeping in the guest room" he says walking upstairs
"She better be hot" I shout while running after him
As he opened the door I couldn't believe my eyes he was actually serious The girl was curled up in bed cuddling her pillow I smiled she was nice to look at.
"This is a terrible idea" I say shaking my head
"Give me one good reason" my manager says
"I'll probably end up falling for her" I say truthfully frowning
