—Neymar Imagine: New Years in Rio (Opportunities) Pt. 12—
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, kissing me all over my face.
I scrunched my nose in response. “Surprise!”
“The best surprise,” he said.
Poker came running into the kitchen. I squatted down on the ground to pet him. He was jumping all over me and eagerly licking me. I laughed at his excitement.
“You finally get to see who is behind this voice huh boy?” I asked, rubbing his belly.
“So you were in on this Jô?” Neymar asked, turning his attention to his friend.
Jô shook his head in response.
“You two really got me,” he laughed.
“Don’t you have to be at training?” I asked, changing the subject.
He looked over to the clock on the stove. It was 9:45. “I don’t know if I’m going to go now that you’re here!”
“No!” I shouted, standing up. “I’m not going to be the reason you don’t show up. You get paid to be there.”
“Well then come with me,” he said.
“Can I?” I asked, looking over towards Jô then back at Neymar.
“I don’t see why not,” he answered.
“Well then let’s go!”
We walked through the door that connected the garage to the house and to Neymar’s white Audi G5. I got into the passenger seat and he climbed into the driver seat and backed out the driveway.
He didn’t live far from the training field, so luckily we made it there in time. I followed him to the field, but stopped before walking on the pitch, unsure if I was even allowed to be there.
“What are you doing?” he asked, looking back at me.
“I don’t even know if I can be here! I don’t want to piss anyone off,” I explained.
“Neymar!” Coach Enrique called.
Neymar turned around to the coach walking over towards us. My stomach dropped in response. I didn’t want him to get in trouble.
“Who’s this lovely young lady?” he asked, as he got closer.
“This is my girlfriend, y/n,” he said, introducing me.
I looked at Neymar. ‘Girlfriend?’ I thought to myself. I extended my arm to shake Coach Luis’s hand and he reciprocated.
“Nice to meet you y/n,” he said.
“Pleasure to meet you too,” I responded.
He glanced at me then turned to Neymar. “Why did you bring her?” he asked.
I wanted to crawl in a ball and die. I was so embarrassed. “I can leave,” I interjected, not wanting to get him in trouble.
Neymar nudged me. I guess he didn’t want me to give coach any ideas, but I was so uncomfortable. “She just flew in from the states today. She’s officially a permanent resident of Barcelona. I wanted her to come see what I do everyday.”
“Well then…” he started. “Welcome to Barcelona. I’m sure you will love it here.”
He started walking back towards the field and Neymar followed. “Come on,” Neymar said.
I walked behind them and over to where the team was practicing.
“This is Neymar’s girlfriend,” Coach mocked, introducing me to some of the team.
“Oh,” Dani teased. “Neymar’s got a girlfriend!”
The guys laughed and I joined in. It amused me how childish grown men could act. It was so weird being there with the team and seeing everyone up close and in person. It felt like some sort of dream. I still couldn’t believe I was there.
“You can sit here,” Coach Luis said, pointing to a few chairs that were unoccupied. “Or you can go sit in the bleachers. It’s up to you.”
“I’ll go sit in the bleachers,” I responded.
I felt out of place, so I wanted to put some distance between the team and myself. I walked over to the bleachers and sat down, retrieving my phone out of my pocket. I texted Chelsea to let her know I had made it safely to Barcelona and told her where I was at.
*Find me a husband.*
Her response made me laugh.
I opened the camera on my phone and took a picture of everyone on the pitch. I posted it to my Instagram with the caption reading: “Just touched down in my new city of Barcelona about two hours ago. Watching Ney at training!”
It didn’t take long to get a couple thousand likes on it. If this is what life was going to be like out here, I could get used to it.
I watched Neymar most of the time, but distracted myself with my phone the rest of the time. He was talking to Coach a lot and cutting up with his teammates, but I didn’t think anything of it. He would look up at me in the bleachers often and share a smile or a wink. He looked so sexy in his element.
A couple of hours later he joined me on the bleachers. “Why’d you come isolate yourself from everyone?” he asked.
“I didn’t want to be a distraction,” I answered dishonestly.
“To who? Me?” he asked.
“To anyone,” I responded.
“The fact that you’re in the same city as me is a distraction,” he admitted. “It doesn’t matter how far away you are.”
I shook my head and laughed. “I don’t want the team to think I’m weird for being here!”
“Why would they think that?” he asked. “Who is this girl? It’s unlike you to care what people think! You should really get to know them. I’m sure you’d love them and vice versa!”
“It’ll take some time. This is all very new to me,” I explained. “But in the meantime, I don’t think work is the best place to get to know everyone.”
“Understood,“ he said, kissing me on the cheek. "Lunch?”
“Yes. Please. I’m starving!”
We left and went back to his house. Marcela traveled with Neymar, thankfully, so there was something fixed for us when we got there. We sat down at the table to eat.
“So Coach said he’d consider hiring you as the team chiropractor,” Neymar said, breaking the silence.
I almost choked on my food. “What?” I shouted.
He looked over at me, unsure of my reaction. “Good or bad?” he asked.
“Are you kidding me? This is fantastic. But how does he know I’m a chiropractor?”
Neymar laughed. “He was just asking me questions about you. So I told him you were a chiropractor. He thought the team could benefit from you and he figured since you were new here you could use a job, so he mentioned it.”
“You sure you didn’t persuade him?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Nope,” he smiled, slurping the noodles into his mouth. “It was his idea.”
I couldn’t believe it. I was overwhelmed with joy. I hadn’t been in Barcelona for 5 hours and I already had a potential job.
“So what do I have to do?” I asked.
“Coach said he was going to talk to you about it later, once you had time to settle in over here. He wasn’t going to rush you, but allow you to see what else was out there.”
I laughed sarcastically. “Um, pretty sure nothing would top being Barcelona’s team chiropractor. Are you kidding me?”
He laughed and continued eating his meal. When we were done, Neymar left to go back to training. I decided to stay behind to unload my luggage and to sleep off the jet lag.
I woke up to Neymar trailing kisses down my face to my neck. I was lying face down on his bed. He was hovering over my back, his body weight pressing into me. He smelt like men’s bodywash.
“You’ve been out for like six hours,” he said, whispering in my ear.
I looked over to the alarm clock that was sitting on a nightstand next to his bed. It read 7:38pm.
“Holy crap,” I said, stretching underneath him. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”
“I wanted you to rest,” he explained, climbing off of me. “Traveling is exhausting.”
I rolled over to my back and stared at him. He was standing there with nothing but a towel on. “How was the rest of training?” I asked.
“Good,” he said. “I just got home not too long ago.”
“You smell good,” I smiled, closing my eyes, taking it all in.
“Thank you,” he said, sitting down next to me on the bed.
“So I have a question,” I started.
He looked over at me. “What’s that?”
“You told Coach I was your girlfriend,” I said.
“That’s not a question.”
I glared at him. “Let me rephrase then. Why did you tell coach I was your girlfriend?”
He smiled. “Are you not?”
“I don’t recall you asking me to be your girlfriend,” I teased him.
“So I have to ask you?” he responded. “It’s not understood that after a girl travels 5,000 miles and moves to a new country to be with a guy that they’re dating?”
“Nope,” I said, sitting up in the bed.
“Are you really going to make me ask?” he bellowed. “That’s so awkward.”
“You don’t have to ask, but you could have at least let me know,” I laughed.
He shoved me down into the bed and crawled on top of me. “You’re mine. Got that?” he asked, pushing himself into me.
“And what if I say no?” I shot back.
“You have no choice,” he muttered. “This is my house, and I make the rules.”
“Rules are meant to be broken,” I said, pursing my lips.
He leaned down and his lips were on mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth, curling around mine. It felt so good to have him like this again. I missed the intimacy we shared.
Who wants pt. 13???