After the practice, we came back to the hotel. Neymar forced me to clean his nails. I decided to wear a dress, it was creamy white. It was a crotchet pattern. Near the middle was see-through with patterns. I was in my everyday clothes. I did my nails a spring pink colour. I curled my hair, moved it to the side. I stripped from my clothes. I threw my dress over my head. I pulled out my makeup bag. I outlined my eyes with my black liquid eyeliner. I started to lightly colour In my eye lids with a very light suede pink. I coloured my lips with my pink lip gloss. I sprayed my hair with hairspray to keep it in position.
"Hey," Neymar greeted.
"Ah you scared me!" I exclaimed.
"You always forget to lock the door," he chuckled.
I looked him over. He was wearing a dress shirt with a tie.
"Are you done?" He asked.
"Almost," I said.
"We have a reservation. Can't be late," he said.
I lifted my foot up on the bed. I unscrewed the the cap of my nail polish bottle. I started to apply the liquid onto my toe nails.
"So you done?" He asked.
"I won't put my shoes on till my toes get dried," I said.
He lifted my foot up and started to blow on them.
"Or just do that.." I said.
I felt his breath cool down onto my toes.
"Alright let's go," he said.
I grabbed my clutch. I slipped my pink platform heels on. He put his arm around my shoulders. We walked out of my suite. I locked my door and we headed to the elevator.
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"Should I be nervous?" I asked.
"Nope, just really really happy," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"You're going to dinner with the one and only Neymar," he explained.
"You're still cocky," I said.
"And you will always be feisty ," he retorted.
He parked his car in the restaurant. It said Marcel in big bold letters that were flashing. We got out of the car.
"You tamed your porcupine hair," I teased, scuffing it up.
"Ah! You messed it up!" He exclaimed, in horror.
He reached his hands out and messed up my hair.
"Neymar!" I yelled.
His held me tighter by his side.
"You love me," he chuckled.
"In your dreams," I retorted.
There was a man standing by the doors. He immediately opened the door for us. We walked into the restaurant. There was another man by a podium.
"Você tem uma reserva sir?" He asked Neymar.
"Sim para os dois. Os nomes Neymar," Neymar answered.
The man nodded, realizing it was who he was. He leaded us to a table outside on the padio. It was Beautiful. There were lights hung around. A little table in the middle with a rose in the middle. The man winked at Neymar and walked away. Weird. Neymar pulled out a chair for me. I took a seat.
"Wow, it's so Beautiful!" I gushed.
"Almost as Beautiful as you, but not quite there yet," he commented.
"Oh, thanks," I Blushed.
The night sky fit perfectly. The stars were twinkling brightly.
"How come we're the only ones outside?" I asked.
"I don't know, maybe it was to cold for them," he answered.
I shrugged my shoulders. I heard music start to play behind us.
"Oh who called them?" I giggled.
"I guess it's just what they do," he answered.
I picked up the menu. More than the dinner, I wanted the dessert!
"So what will you get?" Neymar asked.
"Um confit duck with potatoes, and a creme brûlée," I answered.
"That's it?" He asked.
"Yup," I answered.
A man came over with a little note pad.
"Qual é o seu pedido?" He asked Neymar.
They are so sexist! Can a girl not order? Can a girl not be in charge?! Neymar was telling the waiter our orders. He left in a flash.
"I don't like him," I muttered.
"You don't like a lot of people," he chuckled.
"He's sexist!" I exclaimed.
"From the weeks I've Been with you, I have learned not to argue," he Said.
I slapped his arm.
"Loser," I muttered.
I stuck my tongue out.
"Sorry Kat!" He apologized.
The waiter came back with our dishes. That was fast.
"I'm only forgiving you for the food," I teased.
"I feel the love," he frowned.
I sent him a blow-kiss. He caught it and smashed his hand to his lips. I shook my head laughing.
The waiter bowed and left us. The hell? Why'd he bow? So now he wants to show me some damn respect, huh? Well it's too late!
"Did you see what I did to your phone?" Neymar asked.
"Yeah, I still didn't even start deleting them," I chuckled.
"What, why would you want to delete this handsome face?!" He exclaimed.
"I already have enough of you!" I laughed.
"Please, you could never have enough of this face. And you could fall asleep to this face!" He said.
"Yeah, and give me nightmares," I snickered.
"More like dreams," he corrected.
"Sure," I said, sarcastically.
"You're in denial," he winked.
I grabbed my fork and knife and started to cut my potatoes.
"Did you like working with us so far?" He asked.
"Yeah, I've had fun times with you guys. But you're a pain in the ass," I answered.
"But I'm your pain in the ass," he corrected.
"Wow, that's cheesy," I giggled.
"But you like it," he said.
"I love cheesy," I said.
"In that case I'm mozzarella," he winked.
"You are so weird!" I chuckled.
I took a bite of my potato.
"This is so good," I moaned.
He turned to me and winked.
"You are so dirty!" I said.
"Did you ever think about meeting me before you came to brazil?" He asked.
"Honestly, I didn't know anything about soccer-uh football, or you guys or Fifa or anything," I answered.
"And now you are so glad that you met me," he boasted.
"Sure. I never imagined myself having dinner with a famous soccer player," I chuckled.
"And you are so honoured to be here with me," he finished.
"Yeah, sure," I winked.
The waiter came and picked up our plates and served desert. He left with his hands full.
"I wasn't even done with that," I huffed.
"The creme brûlée will make you feel better," he said.
I pulled the plate towards myself. I picked up my fork and ate a piece of it.
"I'm in freaking heaven!" I exclaimed.
I continued to happily munch on the heavenly dessert.
"Kat?" Neymar asked.
"Yeah," I answered.
He stood up and grabbed my hand. The trumpets started to play softer and curvier.
"Katerina, I have gotten to know you so well these past few weeks. You make me want to kill you but then wrap you up in the tightest hug. You make me laugh and smile. Like I'd push you off a cliff then run down and go catch you. You mean so much to me. I love the way your hair smells like berries, and you think my hair is porcupine like, and how you are so child like and quirky and cute and Sexy and just god damn beautiful at the same time," he said.
"Neymar," I said.
"Shh. I love how you think you are so tough like a lion, but you're just like a kitten. But that what I love, because you're my Kat,
And I'm your horse. Kat, be mine?" He expressed.
My heart was thumping hard against my Chest. This was it, This was really happening. It seemed a lot easier in my dreams.
"I-I...Neymar," I said speechless.
He came closer and pushed the hair out of my face.
"I cannot believe you just said that to me. You mean so much to me, as well. I love how you think everyone knows about you, when I didn't even know you're name. I love how you can make my heart beat like a drum like no one else can. I love being around you. You make me feel the best," I replied.
"Be my girl, my world, my Kat, mine?" He asked.
I jumped into his arms, I wrapped my arms tight around him.
"Yes, yes! Be your everything!" I exclaimed.
We were just standing there In the Beautiful night sky, embracing each other. He let go and brought his lips to mine. It felt amazing, complete. We were finally together. We were actually together.
I pulled away and wrapped him I'm another hug.
"Dance with me?" He asked.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"You can't say no now," he smirked.
I grabbed his hand. I put my arms around his neck. He held me securely by the waist. The musicians started to play a slow, soft song. I his my face By the crook of his neck.
"Thank you for saying yes," he whispered.
"I couldn't say no. I feel so much for you," I replied.
He held me tight.
"What about Stacie?" I asked.
"Remember when you were spying on me with Stacie?" He asked.
"Really?" I asked.
"No just listen," he said.
I nodded my head.
"Scolari thought it would be good publicity. Stacie's dad is a really successful man. He thought it would make me more popular if seen with her, and it would be great publicity for her as well. They agreed to a week tops," he explained.
"Oh really? Why were so lovey dovey with her?" I asked.
"Well...I kind of got carried away trying to make you feel jealous," he confessed.
"You jerk! Do you know how much trouble I went through because of Stacie!" I exclaimed and slapped his chest.
"Hey! I thought we were having a moment!" He said.
I snuggled into his chest.
"Sorry, it's still cute," I blushed.
"What's about Sebastian?" He asked.
"Um Valentina and I made a plan to make you jealous and want me...Sebastian is her brother and he was my fake boyfriend to make you jealous," I explained.
"I kind of figured," he chuckled.
"You knew about my plan?" I asked.
"You were kind of obvious...like slamming me into the hotel wall? Normal Kat would never do that," he explained.
"Wow," I giggled.
"So basically...we both tried to make each other jealous and it backfired?" He asked.
"Yeah," I giggled.
We stopped dancing.
"I have a surprise," he said.
He came behind me and pushed my hair out of the way. I felt the cool breeze on my back. He put something cool on my neck. I felt his fingertips touching my skin, as he locked it. I opend my eyes, and saw a necklace. It was a little cute cat and a horse.
"That's adorable!" I gushed.
He hugged me again.
I kissed him.
"You are actually the best," I said.
"I know," he winked.
I kissed him again. Everyone inside errupted into cheers and started clapping. I started blushing.
"Even they wanted us together" Neymar said.
"Right," I giggled.
His hand found their way to mine. His fingers were laced with mine. We walked out of the padio.
"Gracias," he told the man.
The doorman opened the door and we walked out. We walked to his car. I opened this door and got in.
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The car was parked in the hotel parking lot. I hopped out and Neymar pulled my hand.
"We have to do something," he smirked.
He sat on the car hood and I sat beside him.
"Scream right now that I am your boyfriend," he challenged.
"What?" I shrieked.
He nodded his head. I stood up.
"NEYMAR DA SILVA SANTOS JÚNIOR IS MY BOYFRIEND!" I yelled.
"You finally learned my name," he chuckled.
"Kinda had to," I giggled.
"Good for you, now shut the hell up!" A cranky lady yelled.
"Oh you wanna go? Huh!" I challenged.
"Babe, shh, she wants to sleep," he chuckled.
I sat back down.
"Your turn," I said.
"Happily," he said.
Neymar stood up on the car hood. He brought his hands to his lips.
"KATERINA SMITH IS MY GIRLFRIEND!" He yelled.
He sat back down.
"Let's go inside," I said.
His hand wrapped around mine and we walked into the hotel. We entered the elevator and the doors shut. He was sucking on my neck. I couldn't believe Neymar was my boyfriend. My boyfriend was Neymar. The doors opened and we walked out. We walked to my door.
"Bye, babe," I smiled into his lips.
"Say it again," he said.
"Bye boyfriend," I repeated.
"You don't know how good that sounds," he sighed, dreamily.
I gave him a hug.
"Thank for everything," I said.
"Bye girlfriend," he waved.
I giggled and walked into my suite. I shut the door and layed on top of my bed.
"Is this really happening?" I asked myself.
I smiled to myself and held my necklace.
"Yup it really is," I answered.
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