Chapter Thirty Three

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I slept for hours after arriving back at the hotel. I'd fallen asleep the moment we got back and still haven't taken off my outfit and makeup from the night before, regardless how abominable that is.

For what seemed like for the first time, I was relieved Melissa intervened the something that was significant.

If it wasn't for her stopping Sergio on our way out, things last night would have been a little, 'freaky."

My mind wandered back to our heated makeup session. Unconsciously, my finger tips reached to where Sergio captivated me. I didn't know what I felt last night. I couldn't distinguish if I felt numb because of the tequila or just the kiss itself.

I paused. Did that mean I cheated on Neymar. Are we both at fault for making a mistake?

I stood up and stretched in order to get ready for today's adventure. I check my phone and my heart dropped when fine a text and call from Neymar. My hand trembles as I think about him. Frankly, I really love him despite all that he's done. He's the father of my child and the person who makes my heart flutter.

A part of me just wants him to admit what he's been doing and then we can work it out, but the other part of me wants to forget him and everything we've been through together and start fresh.

This was a mess I didn't want to go through again.

Ever.

I start making my way into the bathroom and found myself staring in the mirror. My raccoon eyes and my bright red stained lips image irked me. My brown hair stuck in different directions as if I hadn't brushed it in years. I shuddered and strip down until I was bare and got into the shower, letting the droplets of water run down my backside.

I rinsed my hair one last time before I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my frame. I grabbed a random black hoodie that I had left hanging on the door handle and slipped on a pair of leggings. Not bothering to blow dry or putting any hint of makeup on, grabbed my phone and the room key. I made my way down to the lobby, needing a cup or two of coffee.

It was only nine and Melissa being the lazy ass she is, wouldn't be up until ten or possibly two.

I stood in the lengthy line and cursed at how much people needed something for the little cafe. I was tempted to walk a few blocks just for some coffee, even though I hated walking much like I hate exercise. Walking to the coffee shop and walking back was to much of a hassle.

I continued standing and shot death stares at the couple in the counter that couldn't decide who was going to pay. "Why don't you just both order separately then pay it for yourself." I raged under my breath.

"Why so sour today." A voice whispered in my ear, that sent shivers down my spine. I jumped at the sound of Sergio voice.

"Why are you so close," I yelped, feeling nervous at all the stares I was getting. I swear if any of these people pull out their cellphones and take a picture of us, I'm gonna fight a bitch. I didn't need to look like guilty one acting all close with the "enemy" and seemingly cheating on Neymar by the public. When secretly I kinda did already... "People are staring!"

He shrugged his shoulders and stared at the menu hanging in front of us. "Let them stare, were not doing anything explicit so why does it matter."

I elbowed Sergio in the rib when he tried to move an inch closer to me. "Stand in your own square. Your foot is my square and that's unacceptable."

Sergio let out a laugh. "You're like a child, it's adorable."

I turned around and wanted to tell him to knock it off until I suddenly forgot how to talk... Or breathe. There was something about guys with sweat dripping down their muscular arms and their hair looking like they ran their fingers through it numerous amount of times.

I suddenly didn't want to yell at him anymore but admire how good he managed to look after hitting the gym.

"Sorry to ruin your creepy gaping but its your turn." He winked and pushed me forward. Had I been staring at him for that long... How awkward.

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"When are you heading back to Barcelona?" I uttered as laid in the hotel bed watching Melissa get ready.

I heard shuffling from the other end of the line. "Like I told you, I don't know. When are you coming back anyways?"

"Monday."

There was a short pause. "Monday?"

"Yeah... Monday."

"Neymarrrrr lets go." A voice yelled in the back. A females voice to exact.

"Who was that?" I fixed my brows in confusion.

"Rafaella." He spoke quickly. "Look, I have to go."

"I love you, bye"

"Bye." Then he cut of the call.

Melissa turned around when I set the phone on my lap. "So... What did he say?"

I sat there in silence, not knowing what to tell her. The phone call barley last three minutes and nothing important was said. "There... There was a girl's voice in the background."

"A girl?" She repeated. "It could be Rafa."

I shook my head and picked up my phone again. "That was not Rafaella. It sounded nothing like her."

Melissa grabbed my hand and drew small circles. "Don't think to hard on it. If he doesn't tell you, then break it off with him."

"But it's not that easy." I cried out. "It's not like I can stop and drop him that easy."

She scoffed. "He's cheating on you, Cass. Drop him like the fly he is."

I furrowed my brows in confusion. "Fly?" I couldn't help but laugh. 'T-That's new."

My shout of laughter echoed in the room and I could feel my shoulder's shaking. "You. Were. So. Serious when you said that," I gasped through hiccups of laughter.

I was going mad.

Literally.

I was laughing at something that wasn't even funny, thought it kinda was.

Nope, I'm going crazy.

"Oh shut up." She hissed. Her phone rang and she sprung up to grab to it. "Don't make a sound."

"Hola madre! Is anything wrong?"

Melissa gasped. "We'll be home right away, alright bye."

"What's wrong?" I questioned suddenly not feeling the burst of joy I was having earlier.

"It's Mariana." She said with a frown on her face.

I felt my heart stop beating the moment she said her name. The world seem to stop. "W-What... Is she okay?" I whispered.

"She's gotten sick and madres worried about her." 

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