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AFTER LITERALLY THE WORST DAY OF WORK, I WAS FINALLY HOME.
Well, Neymar's apartment wasn't officially home, but it did remind me that I needed a place to stay, desperately. I'd give him anything, but obviously Neymar had a lot of money, so I was pretty much screwed in finding some sort of payment to give him that he'd approve of.
I quickly dumped all my extra belongings in Neymar's apartment with no sign of the Brazilian or any dogs at all, so I avoided the bathroom altogether. I, then decided to visit Jade and Kylian, in hope that my pooch was in their apartment.
"Tell me everything." Jade said, once we had both settled down in the living room area of Kylian's apartment.
"It's a d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r, disaster! I have to work in an itsy bitsy office, I had to fill out forms for the whole day, I work nearby to some dude who mixes both Dolce & Gabbana and Calvin Klein aftershave, which are a terrible mix. I also made a sort-of friend with my sort-of boss, the workers' fashion sense was a disgrace and I need something cool, right now."
Once I reached the fridge, Jade spoke up. "People have to start from somewhere, I suppose, Lo. You were lucky that Ms Hormones in the States even liked you."
"I know, right?" I opened a bottle of sparkling water. "It's just... uh. There's like, thousands of people working there. Marilisa knows a ton of languages because people from all over the globe work there. But I can't be just one of those thousand, I need to be at the top!"
I was trying to be poised at that downward spiral that they called floor number four, even if I knew that I was ten times better than them all combined. I even wondered how many people on my floor actually designed one piece of jewellery, or if they just checked accounts.
"Oh, and how was Poppy today? Did you have time to take her for a walk?"
Jade blinked at me hard. "Um, what? I was supposed to babysit your dog while you went to work for Cartier?"
"Duh." I rolled my eyes while taking a sip. "Please tell me you did mind my girl!" I looked around the apartment. "Poppy! Come here girl!"
"Lo, neither Kylian or I minded your pup today. She was with Neymar the whole day while you were gone. You met him when you went back to his apartment, didn't you?"
I couldn't help but start to panic. "Ehm, no. I- I thought that you'd be able to keep an eye of Poppy while I was out. You're too lucky that you work from home."
"Sports journalism is a hard job, Lo. But where do you think Neymar went? He obviously didn't mention anything to you?"
Typical Neymar. I knew he'd go off and do something goofy and do a so not funny thing to me. That was one of the many downsides of knowing that Brazilian.
"Give. Me. His. Number."
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When I reached the park nearby, there was no sign of Neymar, Poppy or even Bandit.
"Typical, Neymar. Thinking that joking around will do any justice..."
I was serious about this. Poppy and my new job at Cartier meant the world to me. I had already explained how much I craved the jewellery designing job in Paris, and I had gotten it. But Poppy, she'd always meant more.
She was a present for my dad when I moved to New York. My parents were a month or so divorced, and he was lonely in his flat in the city. He did have a girlfriend, however, but even he wanted more company to keep him feeling more alive.
Poppy was one of five pups I had spotted on my drive to New York from the airport I had landed in in Washington D.C. A puppy farm. My eyes had never felt more blessed with all that cuteness. And picking one was one of the hardest decisions.
But my girl was special, and I picked her because she had started sniffing my Coach bag in approval.
My dad adored her, I had never seen him more happy ever since the divorce. But he wasn't too happy for that much longer. Not when my mother rang him when she found I was staying with him and he stormed out of the flat saying he was going to take a drive to clear his head outside of the city.
They found his car twenty kilometres outside New York City. He had been in a car accident, and the blow had instantly killed him.
By now, I had never felt a more nervous, sickly feeling in my stomach. What if Neymar had taken the two dogs out for an innocent walk and lost one of them? Or he had been attacked by paparazzi? Or one of the paparazzi dog-napped Poppy?
I couldn't bare to imagine even more horrible possibilities.
I was bored, and like a bored person does, they stare around anywhere in their surroundings. I had decided to examine a cute like café/restaurant near the dog park.
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It looked beautiful and glamorous, as all Parisian cafés and restaurants did. But it was a dog/puppy café, where everywhere you looked, there was a cute little canine.
"Poppy!" I squealed at the sight of my puppy's tail... going underneath some customer's table quietly! "No, no, no!"
I could feel my cheeks rising in temperature. I couldn't even imagine how the customer would feel or react when they saw Poppy underneath their table.
I came to a hault once I reached it. "N- Neymar?
There sat Neymar da Silva Santos in all of his glory with a stupid smirk on his face and huge sunglasses covering most of his stupid face. "Took you long enough, belo."
I seriously wanted to slap him on the cheek, and hard, but instead, I did it on his shoulder 'playfully'. You didn't know who would be lurking around hungry for some Neymar gossip.
"I ordered you a cappuccino, by the way." he said. "I only got here fifteen minutes ago."
"That's nice, but I normally get a cappuccino with three shots of coffee, soya milk, extra foam and extra chocolate powder sprinkled on the top."
"I did." Neymar rubbed the back of his neck. "You could say I'm kind of psychic." If he didn't have his sunnies on, he would've winked.
"I'm surprised you interrogated Jade so easily. Nothing goes through that girl, unless it's really special."
"You and your cappuccino preference are special." was what Neymar said.
Two chapters in two days, YES I DID! Maybe I just love Neymar and Lola already!