"Neymar please," I pleaded with a trembling voice.
He lifted my chin and glanced down at my face. His eyes looked even more beautiful up close.
"I want to..." Neymar whispered as he gazed at my lips.
I stared at him as I tried to figure out what was going on. He pressed his plump lips onto mine and kissed me without warning, shattering my thoughts into gazillion pieces. He deepened the kiss, but I did not kiss him back. I was in too much of a shock. I pushed him away once I had regained control over my limbs.
"What are you doing?" I gasped.
"Kissing you," he stated smugly.
This was a bloody game to that bastard!
It's easier to fall for the gentleman than for the jerk. And whatever happened in Paris, didn't stay in Paris...
Formerly known as Parisian Division
This story was written back in October 2014 and has been edited throughout March-May of 2016.
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