[ Olivia's POV ]
"Marc, we are at a party," I giggled and got his hands off my ass.
"I almost forgot," he smirked and pecked my lips.
"You need a chilled drink," I chuckled, looking down at his jeans.
"Yes," he smirked.
"I'll get us one," I winked and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.
I went to the bar and ordered two glasses of cold water.
"Olive," a familiar voice slurred.
I looked to my left and my jaw dropped.
"Neymar, are you drunk?" I almost yelled in disbelief.
He laughed out loud while chugging down the rest of his cocktail.
"I didn't even know you drank alcohol," I frowned.
"I do occasionally," he slurred. "Hey bartender, another!" he said and slammed his fist on the bar.
The bartender looked shocked, but he started to make Neymar another cocktail.
"I think you've had enough," I said, furrowing my eyebrows.
"I know my limits, unlike others," he scoffed.
"Wow, thanks Neymar," I said, feeling hurt because I knew he was referring to me.
He didn't seem to care, however, so I got the water glasses for Marc and me and left the bar quickly.
"Here," I said, handing one to Marc.
I sipped on mine and didn't say anything.
"Are you alright?" Marc asked with a worried look.
"Yeah, just a slight headache," I lied.
"Aw poor baby, do you want me to take you home?" he asked.
I shook my head and faked a smile because I knew Marc wanted to be here and celebrate with his teammates. I pressed a kiss on his cheek, confirming that I was alright. He rubbed my shoulder and kissed my nose.
"Hey, you can go hang out with your buddies baby, I'll go hang with the other girls" I smiled.
"You sure?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Alright," he said, kissed my hair, got up, and walked outside to the garden.
I didn't want to ruin Marc's evening, because he would start training soon so I wanted him to have a good time before he would go back to work again. I got up and walked through some corridor when I bumped into Neymar. He was barely able to stand on his feet.
"Neymar, why did you drink so much?" I yelled.
Instead of answering he smothered me with his lips. I hit his chest with my fist in protest and tried to free myself from his grip, but it didn't help one bit. It was obvious that he was so much stronger than me. Neymar tried to force his tongue inside my mouth, but I didn't give him access, however. He suddenly grabbed my breast, making me gasp. I opened my mouth accidentally and he slid his tongue inside in an instant. His kiss was rough but filled with passion. I tried to fight back for a few seconds, but then I just let him kiss me. My heart felt like it was pounding in my throat. I was in a panic, but there was no point in fighting him. It was weird how familiar his kiss felt though and while I mentally rejected the kiss, every cell in my body seemed to crave it. He suddenly parted his lips from mine, leaving me breathless and confused.
"Neymar!" I gasped.
"Sssht," he said, pressing his index finger on my lips.
"Our d-irty lit-tle secret" he slurred.
I stared at him, not being able to believe my eyes or ears. He was about to walk passed me, but he tripped. I got hold of him just in time.
"Neymar what the hell is wrong with you? Why did you get so wasted?" I sighed.
He didn't respond or look at me. I was having a hard time holding onto him because he was really heavy.
"Come on, walk" I huffed, trying to drag him out of the corridor.
"You forgot me" he mumbled.
"Huh?" I said, trying to keep him on his feet.
"Go away" he hissed.
I finally managed to drag him into the room where the other people were. I looked for someone familiar and saw Dani.
"Dani, help me!" I pleaded.
He immediately helped me and held onto Neymar.
"What the fuck bro?" he yelled.
"How did he get so wasted?" Dani asked.
I shrugged.
"I found him like this," I said.
"Yo Neymar," he said, but Neymar didn't respond and drooled on Dani's shirt.
"Idiota!" Dani yelled, dragging him to a couch.
Neymar looked too drunk to respond.
"Look after him, I'll go call a cab to get this puta home," he said, irritated.
I stopped Dani and said, "Marc and I will drop him off."
"You sure?" Dani asked.
I nodded.
"Alright, let this puta sleep it off for a bit," he said.
"Can you watch him for a bit? I'll get Marc" I asked.
He nodded so I went to look for Marc. When I finally found him, I told him about Neymar being drunk.
"What the hell is wrong with him? He is usually the sober one" Marc frowned.
He agreed to drive him home though.
Dani and Marc shoved Neymar into Marc's backseat.
"Thanks, guys," Dani said
"It's alright bro," Marc said.
We drove Neymar to his house. I helped Marc to get Neymar into his bed. Marc read my mind and suggested what I wanted to say.
"I'll stay here and make sure he is alright," he said.
"I want to stay too," I said.
"Won't you get in trouble at home?" Marc asked, concerned.
"I really don't want to leave you both," I said.
"Alright, hand me your phone," Marc said.
"What, why?" I asked, surprised.
"I'll explain it to your parents," he said.
"Marc you don't have to, I'll do it," I said.
"Babe, give me the phone," he said.
So I handed him the phone hesitantly. He called my home and my mother picked up.
"Good evening Mrs. Mendez, sorry for disturbing you at this hour. I wanted to ask you if you will give your permission to let Olive stay over at my place? I'll make sure she is safe and I'll bring her home tomorrow morning. You have my word Mrs. Mendez" he said.
I think I melted hearing his plea. My mother probably melted too after hearing that request, because she immediately agreed and told us to have fun. She told us to have fun, oh my god! Marc cut the phone call with a victorious smirk.
"Marc you charmer" I giggled.
"I'll do anything for my lady," he said in a knight-like accent.
"If prince charming existed, it would be you" I sighed, kissing his forehead.
He laughed out loud and hugged me tightly.
"You sleep in his guest room and I'll take the couch," Marc said.
I went to his guest room and tried to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep at all, however. I lay in bed, looking at the ceiling when I heard some noises coming from Neymar's room. The guest's room was next to his room. I got up and decided to go and check if he was alright. I opened his door and went inside. He noticed that someone walked into his room I guess because he asked for water. I saw a water bottle and a glass on his nightstand. I poured him a glass of water and handed it to him. He gulped it down quickly and started choking. I face-palmed myself and quickly patted him on his back. He seemed to be alright after a few seconds.
"Olive?" he suddenly asked.
"Yes it's me," I said.
He turned on the night lamp like he didn't believe me and stared at me
"Wh-what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Watching over a drunk," I said and rolled my eyes.
"Oh fuck!" he said, running his fingers through his hair, messing it up even more.
"I guess it was my turn to look after you huh" I grinned.
"Yeah, it was about time" he joked.
"Why did you drink Neymar?" I asked.
He shrugged.
"Where is Thais?" he suddenly asked.
"Shit, we totally forgot her" I gasped.
Neymar checked his pockets and pulled out his phone.
"Shit!" he sighed.
"What is it?" I asked.
"She is pissed," he said.
"Where is she?" I asked.
"She is staying at a hotel," he said.
"Huh? Why not at your place?" I frowned.
"She is...well demanding," he said, making me frown even more.
"She thinks my house is filthy," he said.
"Your house? Filthy? She should see my room" I said.
He laughed out loud and said, "You are right about that!"
I slapped his arm playfully.
"Thanks for taking me home Olive," he said, softly.
"Thank Marc," I said.
"Marc?" Neymar frowned.
"Yes, he drove us. He is sleeping downstairs" I said.
"Oh ok," Neymar said.
"I was sleeping in your guest room and heard some noises coming from your bedroom, so I decided to check on this baby here," I said, sarcastically.
"Let me not begin about your drunken self baby Olive" he rolled his eyes.
"Not that nickname again" I groaned, making him grin.
"You go back to sleep, I'll try to get some sleep too," he said.
I woke up early the next morning. I went downstairs and found Marc making coffee.
"Up so early baby?" I asked.
"I just woke up" he smiled.
I hugged him from behind while he was making coffee.
"Did Neymar wake up yet?" I asked.
"No, he'll have one hell of a hangover for sure" Marc smirked.
"I don't know what's wrong with him," I said.
"He is a mystery sometimes" Marc laughed, handing me a cup of coffee.
We were sitting on the couch, sipping on our coffees when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," I said and went to open the door.
A very angry-looking Thais looked at me in disbelief.
"What are YOU doing here?" she asked.
"Marc is also here," I said and let her in.
We explained to her what had happened last night.
"Ugh! I was chatting with the girls and he told me he was going to get me a drink and never came back. I thought he was hanging out with his friends or something" she said.
"Did something happen between the both of you?" I asked.
"No, we were fine. We made out just a little before that" she said.
"That's strange then. I don't understand why he got so wasted" I said.
"We'll ask him when he wakes up," Marc said.
"I'll go check on Mr. Fuckboy" she said, rolling her eyes, and went upstairs.
Her nickname for him was just so awkward and she said it like it was the most normal thing ever.
"Maybe we should leave, I don't want to witness their fight," Marc said.
"You are right, but we can't just walk out without saying anything," I said.
"I'm sure they already forgot about us," Marc said, which made me smile.
We left a note for them on the kitchen counter and decided to get back to our homes. I was craving a long shower and some fresh clothes. Marc dropped me home, thanked my mother personally for the 'sleepover', and left for his place.
"I like that boy very much," my mother said.
"It looks like you didn't get much sleep sis" Adrian suddenly said, appearing in the corridor.
"Adrian" I warned, giving him a mean look
"I hope you won't make me an uncle soon" he grinned.
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Neymar, Neymar you naughty drunk! It was nice of Olive and Marc to take care of him right? And Olive is staying so calm though Neymar did something he shouldn't have...I guess this is reversed déjà vu? ;)
Thanks for reading, I'll try to update faster ♥