"You're going the wrong way."I heard.
I froze and stood there trying to figure out what I should do next. I didn't know where I was and it was dark. At first it sounded faint but then it grew louder. Should I just start running away to that door?
Wait what if there's a monster waiting to trap me?
Calm down we're not in some scary movie.
"Oh am I?" I breathed slowly, creeping through the hallway.
I was hoping to hear a reply or something but nothing. "This is not funny." I whispered trying not to sound scared. I didn't hear any footsteps nearing me. I spotted the same door again; that was my only escape. I still didn't get why the officer left me all alone without leading me out.
I made my way to the door and it literally felt like I was just running on the same spot over and over again. My legs were so heavy and you could literally hear my heels clip on the marmor floor so there was no way I wouldn't get caught by that someone.
I somehow managed to arrive to the door. I lifted my arm up slowly reaching for the doorknob when I suddenly felt a hot breath on my neck.
Someone was behind me.
I squeezed my eyes shut and slowly tried to open the door biting my lips when I felt a soft hand creep on mine. He grabbed my hand and tightened them, his warm breath fanning my ears. When I looked down I saw him wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. "I told you, you were going the wrong way." A deep but sexy voice whispered, making a jolt of electricity run through my whole body.
How could I forget who it was. The courage I had somehow built up got shattered within a matter of seconds.
Why did he always have that effect on me? I silently cursed myself.
"N-Neymar." I stuttered trying to sound like I was totally fine and turned to him. I tried to get off him but he pulled me back into his chest. I smelled his scent making me feel so comfortable.
Hold on, what am I doing
Dont let yourself in Phoebe
He's just a guy that knows how to control people,
I got off him trying to search for his eyes in the darkness. "Why are you here?" I asked.
He let out a small laugh and then I felt his arm around my waist again.
Oh god no!
I didn't know what was more creepy; the fact that it was dark and I couldn't even see him or the fact that I was in this dark hallway with him.
"L-Let's go outside!" I panicked. removing his arms from my waist.
He turned around grabbing my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine as he lead me through the dark hallway.
We ended up reaching a door which I recognized as an exit and walked outside seeing the lights finally.
The night was cold, lovely but cold, with a slight breeze from the west. The full moon shone with a whiteness that filled the scared land with light and shadow.
The most annoying thing to me was that I gave him a chase and he actually caught me.
How did he even know I was here?
I noticed him staring at me. He looked at me like I was a piece of art
"Why are you staring at me?" I asked covering my mouth. I felt my cheeks flush red slowly.
He kept looking and smirking at me as if he's done something he's very proud of. I refused to think of what he could be imagining right now.
"Well, now if you'd excuse me." I snapped and turned my back to him making my way down the street. I suddenly felt his hand around my wrist not letting me go.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked in a husky voice, smirking.
I turned back facing him as he was talking to me. "My home."
"You wish."
Um excuse me? He shouldn't waste his time on me. Just go to your damn models.
I looked at him my eyes reflecting confusion.
"Right, I forgot." I fake smiled. "Thanks for getting me out of here." I patted his head like I used to pat my mom's dog when I was a child and stepped back.
He smirked at me as if he was enjoying this show. Well who am I kidding, he sure as hell was, I bet this is what he wanted.
"I got you out of there, I deserve more." He teased and stepped closer to me his eyes never leaving mine.
I stood there looking at him confused once again when we got surrounded by a cold wind. I'm not allowed to let him control me.
"You look at me like I'm sort of a hard math problem that you have to solve." He smirked stepping closer to me which made the beating of my heart increase.
Well he kind of got that right.
Why was my heart beating faster, it was just him.
He moved me back and grabbed his keys out of his pocket. "Let's get in the car and we'll talk there."
"Nice try, so you can lock me in there and take me anywhere." I smirked raising my eyebrows at him.
"Seems like you solved one of the math problems." He teased and opened the door for me. "Get in."
I hesitated at first but then I decided to get in. I don't even know why I did it. It was like my body was doing the actions before my brain could even have time to think about it.
"Soo, now that we're here." He smirked and locked the doors. "Just for security."
"Of course." I fake smiled raising my eyebrows at him.
I noticed small waterdrops falling on the windows as it started to rain and thunder at the same time.
Fucking great.
Neymar didn't start the car, instead he turned himself to my side so we could look at each other face to face.
Oh god he clearly knows how to do it.
I didn't know what to say so I just waited for him to speak first.
I was suddenly entranced by the way he licked his lips and smirked at me. The way his eyes shined bright as he was looking at me almost like he could read me like a book. The way he threw his hands to his head turning his snapback to the back and placing his large soft hands back on his lap. He also had a tattoo on his neck. I was actually surprised seeing him like this because he was usually wearing a suit and looking all serious but he looked so comfortable and different at this moment, he was wearing grey nike tracksuit pants and a grey nike jacket that you could zip up. He didn't zip up though, he had it like till the middle. You could see he was wearing a black shirt under it.
Why the fùck am I looking at him like that? Wasn't I meant to completely ignore him. I was surprised he didn't talk like he used to when we first met & he was so full of himself.
He suddenly started waving with his hands in front of me. "Are you listening to me?" He asked smirking.
He must have been talking while I was analyzing his beauty. "Sorry what?" I shook myself out my trance.
Damn this boy.
"Were you just admiring my beauty?" He teased.
Yes,
Yes I was!
"No!" I scoffed and slapped his arm.
"Why did you stare at me then?" He insisted.
"Because you were talking to me," I fake smiled.
He was actually trying to make a conversation. He wasn't that scary CEO that I met on the first day anymore. He was more trying to make me laugh and tease around.
I liked that more than his rough actions he did at work and he was way more rude.
"But you weren't listening to me, you were distracted."
"Fine!" I snapped.
He chuckled and placed his left hand on my lap. "That's how I am everytime I see you."
I almost chocked at his words. He rubbed my lap and moved closer to me nearing me. "And then, I can't help it." He whispered. Just as his hot breath hit my face I became aware of how close he was.
My breathing increased, calm down Phoebe calm down. I thought.
He must be telling this to every woman.
The way he touched me made me melt. I had never felt like this before.
I lifted my arm up and placed my hand on his cheek and then slowly moved his head back. "Stop it," I was squirming in my seat. Even though I knew deep down I didn't want him to stop, I just couldn't do it.
"Don't tell me what to do," He said as he let his head fall on my lap. "Don't ruin this moment." He whined like a kid and shook my shoulders still keeping his head on my lap.
I was surprised he didn't act like the rude Neymar that would insult you if you didn't listen to him.
I chuckled and lifted his head up. "Because this won't work out!" I replied.
He's a womanizer. He even told me on the first day that I was the first woman that didn't fuck him in the first ten minutes. I'm pretty sure he would allow to happen that to every girl that has to talk to him.
"You owe me a date you know," He smirked.
"I don't." I hissed.
"You do."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"YES!"
"Fine!" I whined and gave in.
Why the hell did I just say that?!
"Good girl." he smirked and licked his lips.
"Listen up Neymar, I'm actually being nice to you for once, you shouldn't mess up because I won't be doing that again." I said raising my finger in the air trying to show him my point.
He grabbed my finger and squeezed it. "I'm sorry Phoebs but there are no fucks to give."
Phoebs.
I slapped his arm playfully and chuckled.
He was kind of adorable.
He should be like this more often. I don't know if it was because he finally wasn't revolved for his company he could just do anything he wanted.
Like annoy me.
"The shit I would do to you.." He suddenly whispered trailing his hand down my neck to my stomach drawing circles everywhere. "I know you would love it."
"Oh come on," I snapped and stopped his hand.
Well actually it would if he wasn't such a man whore. So many people even Alessandra told me he's like a bad boy, acting all gentleman but deep down he manipulates everyone. Why would he want to have me when he could have anyone.
Not that I wasn't beautiful, in fact I didn't think I was ugly at all but still. Knowing he could be talking to every girl like he does to me made me throw up.
"You should hit up some other chick you know, the one you had a meeting with and almost fùcked today." I hissed rolling my eyes.
Did I seriously just say that.
His eyes lightened as an amused smile played at his lips. Why is he smiling, this isn't funny.
"Jealousy?" He smirked. "I don't fùck just some girl for fun anymore."
"Of course."
"I'm being serious, I'm different now, I changed, you changed me."
His words send shivers down my spine. I didn't know what to say so I just closed my eyes and let out a deep breath.
He knows exactly what to say to manipulate people. I actually would love to hang out with him and stuff like that but he was just - urgh.
"Why can't we be just friends?" I suddenly snapped.
His eyes widened. "I can't because friends do not kiss each other and f-"
"Can't you just watch out for someone else then?" I hissed crossing my arms.
Actually no.
I wasn't ready to admit to myself that I wanted him.
No I didn't want him.
"No I can't even if I wanted to I can't not after I met you now, I don't want you as a friend, I want more." He whispered
He seems to always have a reply ready.
"Well if so we can't be anything then. You know you've got lots of work to do and shit like that we don't fit together as well." I explained. "You're bipolar and crazy."
I wanted him to leave and not play with my emotions. He would just come and mess up and leave again and come back but this isn't how it works. I doubt he would have a girlfriend. Based on the stuff I heard his 'girlfriends' last for like a week until he gets another one.
"Okay fine let's be friends then." He smirked and offered me his hand.
Why did he give in so quick, this wasn't the Neymar I knew.
"Wait.." I said confused.
"What?" He smirked.
"Something's wrong with you!" I snapped and pointed at him. He just sat there laughing and I admired him watching how he showed off his white teeth. "Nothing's wrong with me."
"Yes, there is, why would you agree this quick?" I asked raising my eyebrows at him.
He smirked and lifted his hand up to my chin. "Because you told me to, princess."
PRINCESS?!
"As if you would listen to what I say." I said rolling my eyes.
"Fine friend, what shall we do tonight?" He smirked.
"I think you should take me home."
"I don't think so Miss." He said and took off his snapback running his fingers through his hair. "We're gonna stay at my place."
"No, didn't you say you would do what I want!" I replied too quick. "How did you even know I was here?"
"It's a secret, and yes since I got you out of prison." He chuckled. "We can be like Michael and Sarah from Prison Break, except I'm way hotter than that Michael guy and have nice hair plus you're my gorgeous girl." He explained smirking.
I couldn't help but giggle at the fact that he just compared us to Prison Break. Why couldn't he be like this all the time.
"You know, first of all it was Michael that got his brother out prison, secondly I wasn't in prison and thirdly shut up." I chuckled.
"First of all they were still together, secondly who cares because you owe me a date, thirdly make me shut up." He smirked.
"Friends don't go on dates."
"Well our friendship is different, we do." He teased and winked at me.
I sure as hell didn't believe him about this whole friendship thing but I found it adorable how he was actually trying.
There was silence for a couple minutes. The only thing you could hear were the raindrops that dropped on the windows.
I need to change the subject.
"Hey can I ask you something?" I whispered and moved the hair out of my face.
He looked at me surprised and rested his head on the seat. "Of course Babe."
"Ah'am." I coughed.
"I mean, of course, friend." He rephrased and winked at me. He laid back and rested his head on the seat.
"Can you show me your neck tattoo?"
He lifted his head surprisingly and then grabbed my arm moving it slowly to his neck. "Did you just notice it?" He whispered still holding my hand to his neck.
Well this was a bad idea
I don't even know, I have never really payed attention to him this much. But today he was so different. He was joking around and making fun, he wasn't that creepy CEO, even though he still was seducing as hell.
"I have more tattoos." He whispered.
I looked at him confused like he was joking. I would've never guessed that he had any tattoos I mean when I first met him he was so serious and seemed so different. "Really?" I said. "Show me."
"I thought you saw them last time you stayed at my place and we-"
"Shut up!" I cut in. I felt my face heat up.
"What?" He asked teasingly as if he didn't know it already. "We can go to my place I can show you all of them on my body." He smirked.
I imagined him having a sleeve tattoo. The thoughts of seeing his body just flashed through my mind.
The hell am I doing.
"No, remember friend!" I replied and winked at him.
Did I really just wink.
I was so tired and just wanted to go to sleep but at the same time I wanted to stay with him and talk.
"Take me home please." I asked for the last time.
He made a puppy face and placed his hands on his lap.
Oh my god stop
"Oh my god." I whined and closed my eyes.
"What?" He smirked and rubbed my lap.
"Just stop it." I whined again.
"I'm not doing anything." He said and started laughing. He unzipped his jacket half way and started the car.
I turned to my side and felt my eyes getting heavy. The raindrops made me even more tired.
"We're going to my place for the last time." He confirmed and drove off
I felt my eyes grow heavy as sleep finally caught up with me.
***
I suddenly felt strong arms around myself.
Then I noticed I had fallen asleep.
Great.
I was so tired but I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I looked down and realised that Neymar was unbuckling my seat belt. "Stop moving!" He demanded. I grabbed his arms and put my right hand on his lips, preventing him from speaking. "You, don't tell me what to do, I can walk by myself!" I hissed.
"No you clearly can't, you're too sleepy. I'll carry you." He whispered and moved a strand of my hair out of my face.
"No!" I responded, well more like yelled
"Yes."
"No." I replied again rasing my eyebrow at him.
"No." He smirked.
"Yes." I suddenly snapped and he started smirking. "Your wish is my command princess."
Goddamn it, I mentally scolded myself.
"Fûck you." I said annoyed and slapped his arm.
I was beyond tired and just wanted to sleep. I even had work in the morning which was what annoyed me the most.
"Since when do you swear, woah you're sleepwalking." He teased and put his arms around me carrying me out of the car. I put my arms around his neck as he was walking to his flat and entered the elevator.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder.
He put me on his bed slowly and removed the bedcover.
I got up and shot him a glare.
"Wow I carry you home and this is what I get." He gave me his signature smirk and handed me one of his shirts. "You can wear this,"
I took his shirt and folded it open. It was a white oversized shirt of him. Of course he would choose white.
I chose to ignore the fact that he just said home.
"Thanks," I smiled, grateful and got up.
He was watching every move I made. "Do you want me to undress you or-" There went his smirk
Unsurprisingly.
"No I'm fine." I said rolling my eyes.
He grabbed my arm and lead me to his bathroom that was in the room. "You can use that toothbrush right there and take whatever you need."
"Thanks," I shot him a grateful smile and walked in the bathroom.
I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I took a hair-brush that was lying on there and tried to freshen myself up. Hold on, who's toothbrush was this. I didn't even look that bad. I was just sleepy. I didn't know what time it was and at some point I didn't want to know what time it was. His shirt wasn't this big, at least it covered my ass. I checked on myself again before stepping out of the bathroom where I found Neymar leaning against the wall. He mess eyeing my every move, scanning my body with his lustful eyes.
Oh did I forget to mention he was also shirtless?
Jesus Christ!
I covered my mouth and stared at him.
My eyes subconsciously scanned his body. His defined abs. .strong jawline .. intense hazel eyes.. brown hair styled in a sexy mess.. knowing smirk and then I noticed his tattoos holy shit.
"You done checking me out yet," He smirked teasingly and stepped closer.
"Almost," I replied jokingly. I felt his eyes on me all the time. "Are you done yet?" I winked.
"I could stare at you forever."
I almost chocked at his words. "What?" I smiled shy and felt my cheeks flush red.
"Do you need anything?" I asked and closed the bathroom door.
"Yes." He whispered. "I need you to stop."
"Stop?"
"Whatever you're doing to me."
I swallowed the lump slowly forming in my throat.
"You're always on my mind,"
I bit my lips not knowing what to say or do.
His eyes softened and he stepped closer to me.
I tried to step away but he tugged me forward hooking an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"You're different, I won't be able to pull away next time." He whispered against the skin of my neck.
I almost lost my shit at his words. Thank god he was holding me or else I would've fallen on the ground.
He left soft kisses on my neck still pulling me closer to him.
His touches sent shivers down my spine. He grabbed my hands and lead them to his neck wrapping them around him.
"N-Neymar-" I stuttered trying to catch my breath. He slowly let go off me and stared at me with pure desire in his eyes. "Friend." I finished.
He smirked at me and tucked my hair behind my ear. His touches killed me.
Metaphorically of course.
"Goood night, friend." He smirked and walked out of the bedroom leaving me confused and dazed.
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