' I just don't trust you '
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I was in Paris visiting my friend Neymar. We met during a photo shoot and from there we clicked, he wasn't like how everyone said he was. 'Womanizer, he doesn't care about women' none of that in my opinion was true, well at first.
As I started to get to know him, I realized that he had playboy tendencies, if he wasn't in a relationship, girls were like a revolving door for him. I couldn't judge him for it, it was his life and I was just meant to be his friend.
I walked into his house and as I was walking in, a short blonde was walking out. "His new flavor already?" she remarks and I just laugh at her as she does her walk of shame. "Neymar?" I call out, "Hi amor," he smiles as he brings me into a hug, "What's the issue that you called me here for?" I ask him while breaking the hug, "Well you see, I have this event tonight and I was wondering if you'd be my date?" he smiles. "Why not bring one of your millions of girls?" I tease, "Because I want you," he flirts, "Doesn't everyone," I jokingly flip my hair. "Yeah, but me more," he says while grabbing my waist.
I break the hold, he is just too much of a man whore for me to take him seriously. "So, what time is this supposed event?" I ask, "7:00, but if you could be ready by 6, that'd be amazing," he says. "Attire? What color are you wearing, like give me more details," I pry, "Black tie, and I am wearing a black suit, so anything you want to wear," he says, "Mkay, well I better go shopping now!" I say as I go to turn on my heels, "Let me come with you! I can help dress you," he smirks. "Neymar," I warn him as he throws his hands in the air, "Just a thought amor," he winks. "I'll see you at 6, you'll pick me up," I tell him.
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I spent the day looking for a beautiful dress, I decided to be a lovely date and match Neymar in a black satin dress. I was finished touching my makeup and was putting my earrings in when I got a text from Neymar saying he was there, I walk down the steps of my rental home and walk out. He was waiting outside and leaning against his car. I can't lie, he looked handsome as ever.
"Wow, you always know how to dress," he smiles, "You're not too bad yourself," I wink. He grabs my hand and helps me into the car, "Thank you," I say before he shuts the door. When he gets in his side, he starts the car and grabs my hand, "I can't wait to show you off," he says, "Oh yeah?" I ask, "Totally, no one will have a better date than me," he flirts.
I try to shake off all of the flirting, Neymar was never like this before. We arrive at the event and there was a valet at the start of the red carpet. Neymar gets out of the car and hands the keys to the valet, he then opens my door and grabs my hand to help me out.
We begin walking down the carpet, all of the PSG and other soccer players are all there. Thanks to Neymar, I knew a lot of these guys so I wasn't shy.
"Y/N! Neymar! Do you have time for an interview?" I hear an interviewer, "Of course," I smile as we approach them, "You guys look stunning," the interviewer says, "Thank you," I say, "So, you guys met during the photo shoot, right?" "Yes," Neymar answers as he sneaks his hand around my waist, "Are you guys dating?" she tries to insinuate, "No, we are just very close friends," I answer, "But you're here together?" "Yes, here together as friends," Neymar sets the narrative. "Thank you guys," she nods.
Neymar and I make our way through the carpet and go to our table. We sat with Kylian, Richarlison, and a couple of others. "Y/N!" Kylian beams, "Hi Ky," I smile as I sit down, "You guys look great," Kylian compliments.
We continued to talk until someone comes up from behind, "Excuse me," I turn my head and my eyes meet the eyes of none other than Cristiano Ronaldo. When I heard he was newly single, I was more intrigued, I always thought he was handsome. "Hey Cris," Neymar daps him up, "Hi everyone, Y/N," he smiles, "Hi," I blush, "Y/N, can I steal you for a second?" he asks, "Of course," I say as I get up, "Excuse me," I tell them.
As I walk away with Cris, I feel eyes burning into the back of me. Cristiano and I walk into the more secluded hallway, "How are you," I ask him, "Good, you?" "Really good," I stare up at him. "So, I'm freshly single, and I am hoping you are too because I was wondering if you'd like to maybe go out?" he asks, "Of course, I'd be interested." I smile. "Perfect, I have your number right?" "Yes I believe so," I tell him, he nods and we walk back in.
I walk back to my table and I could see that Neymar was mad. His jaw was clenched, I don't know what had gotten into him.
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As the event finished, we were leaving. Neymar hadn't talked to me all night since the Cris situation, I couldn't help that though.
We retrieved the car and got in, "My place?" he breaks the silence, "Sure," I yawn.
The rest of the car ride was awkwardly silent until we arrive at his place. We go into the house and I slip my heels off, "Can I borrow some clothes?" I ask him, "Mhm," he mumbles as I go upstairs. "Neymar!" I yell from his room, "What?" "Can you unzip this dress?" I ask.
He walks up the stairs and unzips it, no flirty comments, nothing. He just unzips it and walks into his closet, I was so confused. I slide on his PSG hoodie and some of his joggers that were clearly oversized and I just walked downstairs.
Eventually, Neymar walks down and sits on the opposite side of the couch, "Are you not going to sit by me?" I ask, "No," he says as he looks for a movie to watch. "Neymar, what is wrong with you?" I confront him, "Nothing," he shrugs off. "Neymar, just fucking talk to me," I demand, "I'm just annoyed how you were so easy to fucking flirt with Cris when I was right there!" he gets mad, "What are you even talking about?" I question, "I bring you there as my date, and you fucking flirt with someone else in front of my face!?" he says.
I sit and think for a second, he was jealous. "So you're mad that I'm single and am talking to someone else?" I antagonize him a bit, "No! What I'm mad about is that I am sitting here trying to confess my feelings, I am trying to show you that I want you and it's almost like you're making a fool of me!" he admits, "It's because I don't trust you! I walk into your house this morning as one of your little hookups is walking out and made a comment to me! How do you think I feel!?" I yell back at him. "What are you talking about?" "That blonde girl who walked out, she goes 'the new flavor of the day' or whatever bullshit she said, I see how you allow girls in and out like a revolving door, I refuse to be the next Neymar, I refuse." I stand up for myself.
He looks at me with sympathetic eyes, "I only do that because they aren't you," he says, "They're not me because you have never told me how you feel," I admit. "I'm sorry, I will be better, I only want you," he says, "I just don't trust you Neymar, how do I know when I leave tomorrow you're not going to turn around and be with someone else?" "I don't know," "Exactly, trust takes time," "Will you at least try?" he asks, "We can try," I tell him, "One slip up and I'm out the door, I promise you that," I tell him, "I would never," he says as he moves closer to me.
"I would never do that to you," he repeats as he caresses my face.
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a/n: hellooooo, also there will not be a pt 2 so don't ask, theres no need for one.
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