I somehow made it home without collapsing. I didn't talk anything to Cameron until he finally said something. "All right spill, now!" He commanded immediately. I took a deep breath and sat on my bed. "Well we could say that we won't get our own office including an assistant that would make coffee for us all day."
"Oh my god." He squealed. "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything!"
"Then why didn't you get him to attend, I thought you'd get him Phoebe fuck this."
"Cam-"
"No no what did he do then?"
"CAMERON!"
"What?" He scowled.
"First of all, he was fucking perfect in person he had a sexy accent and the damn suit he was wearing was fitted perfectly it was Yves Saint Laurent, Cam!"
His mouth dropped open and he tried to speak but I held up my hand.
"But he was... rude or should I say cold?"
"Why was he cold?"
"You know he basically was like; I'd have replied if I wanted to and shit like that, he made me look embarrassed as hell and then he scared me and then pissed me of and then was like pushing me against the door and I could-"
"WHAT AGAINST THE DOOR?!"
"Cam let me finish!" I scolded. "And when you asked if everything was all right, nothing was all right, he whispered telling me to not say anything wrong and when I was about to say we were about to finish, he whispered fucking."
"Would you have done that?" He smirked.
"Obviously he's a god damn angel but he's scary as hell and he's mean he's a fucking asshole." I finished quietly staring out of the window.
He hugged me and pulled me into his chest. "Sorry I didn't know it would end like this."
"Who cares at least we won't see him anymore."
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"No, no, no!" Alessandra shouted. "We need a better light and the music is way too loud, you're going to turn down the sound you understood the celebrities will arrive any second!!"
Great, the first thing Alessandra did was shout at people after she arrived. How am I suppose to tell her this now.
"Is everything ready Phoebe?" She asked and crossed her arms. I turned around to face her as I felt my hands get sweaty. "Y-Yeah everything's fine."
"Guys the celebrities are here get out of the way, get out of the way!" Cameron shouted running over to us.
We walked out of the way and took our seats next to the catwalk. I was thinking how the hell I could tell Alessandra that Neymar won't come as I suddenly felt a slight push on my shoulder. I turned around to see Alessandra smirking at me happily. "So did you get Neymar to attend or not?!"
"Oh you know about this, umm well there's actually I-" I stuttered when Cameron ran behind Alessandra gesturing me to look at the door.
"So what?" Alessandra said pissed. I turned my head slowly noticing a gorgeous woman with beautiful blonde hair next to the one and only Neymar Jr. I couldn't believe what I just saw and it didn't make sense at all.
"Y-Yeah I did."
Alessandra turned her head immediately and stared at this handsome man along with that gorgeous woman. It didn't even take me any seconds to figure out who she was, it was the model Candice Swanepoel. Neymar was wearing a black suit along with a black tie. His hair was perfectly styled but his eyes were dark and he had a blank expression until he noticed me. He gave me a devilish smirk as he sat on the opposite direction. Thankfully the catwalk was in between us so I wouldn't have to face that asshole.
I suddenly felt Alessandra's arm around me. "Good job Phoebe! We'll talk about your office tomorrow!"
"Phoebs! This means we'll have our own office and don't have to share it with anyone!" Cameron cheered and hugged me. I gave him a slight nodd and sat on my chair.
"Aren't you happy?" Cameron whispered.
"What yeah of course I am but why the fuck did he still come?" I asked curously and crossed my arms. Cameron put his hand over my shoulder and hugged me. "Who cares we won, don't give a damn about him."
"Yeah you're right."
Everytime Junior stopped to talk to people the mens shoulders seemed to drop. His presence was overwhelming. Cameron snapped his fingers in front of my face and I was pulled back into the real world where Neymar Jr was a scary 23 years old CEO. "Phoebe!"
"Oh god he's so perfect I need to get the hell out of here." I whined.
"You were just drooling over him and now you want to hide, the show starts any seconds shut up!"
The show started, their outfits were flawless. Everytime one walked by me and Cam whispered
"Phoebs." Cam whispered in my ear
"What?" I answered my eyes never leaving the catwalk.
"Neymar fucking Junior has been staring at you the whole time." Cameron whispered as I was about to turn my head. to look "Don't fucking turn your head, he'll know that we've been talking about him, wait about 15 seconds and then you can."
I nodded in understanding as he pulled away. My heart started hammering in my chest and this time it wasn't because of the gorgeous dress the model was wearing. I counted to 15 slowly in my head and turned. Sure enough his eyes were literally burning into mine.
I didn't stare at him but I could see his gaze out of the corner of my eye. The show ended with Alessandra thanking the guests as she walked down to take pictures with them.
"Thank you so much for coming, have a good night!" Alessandra smiled and shook hands with the celebrities that were leaving the show.
"Now let's take a picture for the next magazine."
I stood there totally awkward hoping for Neymar to get the fuck out of here before I'd have to talk to him. I quickly searched for the exist when I bumped into a too familiar body.
"Phoebe," He mumured simply.
"Mr. da Silva."
He smirked at me at the formal name, "Call me Neymar."
"I wouldn't really consider us friends so I'm going to stay with Da Silva." I replied.
"You kept looking at me during the show, you looked frightened."
"I kept looking at you because you were glaring at me." I shot back.
He brushed his hands through his beautiful hair before his hands lightly graspet my wrist. "I was looking at you because I want to touch you."
I coughed awkwardly and stared to the ground. "How about you just go stick with that hot blonde you were here, what was her name again oh yeah Candice."
"Jealous much." He observed and placed his hand on my waist and pulled me closer so our hips were pressed together "I'd much rather be with you."
"I'm not jealous." I hissed. "Cocky much?"
His eyes darkened and let me go slowly. "Don't talk to me like that."
"You're crazy." I muttered shaking my head as I was about to leave. He suddenly grabbed me from behind and leaned forward pressing his cheek to mine as his lips found my ear and his fingers pressed into my side. "I just came and you want to leave already?"
His voice caused me goosebumps as his finger trailed down my neck. His moodswings were so hard to keep up with.
"I'd much rather be at home instead of here with you." I hissed.
"Liar," He smirked not letting me go. "I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow night."
"W-What n-no." I stuttered shaking my head.
"It wasn't a question Phoebe," He pointed out and then prissed his lips gently on my jawline right underneath my ear, lingering for a moment too long. "Wear something nice." He whispered and walked away.
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