Sun rays beam against my face and I scrunch my nose at the sudden light. I'm still nude with Neymar sound asleep and wrapped around my waist. His beautifully sculpted lips are parted slightly in a frown and I am mesmerized by his natural beauty.

With Neymar unconscious I take my time to run my hands over the dark ink scattered around his body. I trace the outline of each picture or sentence and admire his flawless tan skin.

Red swirls around my cheeks at the memory of last night. Neymar made love to me.

A shy smile forms across my face and I slide off the bed, careful not to wake sleeping beauty. I stretch my arms high above my head and take a deep breath of the warm summer Brasilian breeze.

Looking down I slide on Neymar's underwear and the white linen shirt from the floor. I close up a few buttons to keep the shirt from exposing myself and inhale his cologne that still lingered in the fabric.

How strange will it be when my mother asks me what my favorite scent is and my answer will just be Neymar. Plain and simple.

I walk around the surprisingly big home and find a bathroom surrounded by old white tiles. They were rather nice despite the wear and tear with a very happy looking green plant sitting beside the shower. I pull my hair into an easy bun in front of the mirror and brush my teeth using my finger and toothpaste- there is no way Neymar is going to meet my morning breath.

I walk back out into the rest of the house and decide on making breakfast. I'm sure this is the normal thing to do after you make love with someone right?

Luckily for me, I find everything I need to make Neymar and I toast, scrambled eggs, and coffee.

I place everything on a wooden tray and carry it back into the bedroom. Neymar is still asleep when I set the tray of food down next to him. This man could honestly sleep through a hurricane.

To let in fresh air from outside I open the double doors of the room leading straight to the bright blue ocean. When I turn, sleeping beauty is wide awake with his coffee in hand.

"Good morning." He says, holding out his hand. My god the rasp of his voice...

I take it and sit next to him, "The coffee is great, how long have you been awake?" He sets the coffee back down.

"Not long." I say, taking a bite of toast. Man am I hungry.

He eyes me up and down as a smirk forms onto his slender face. "You comfortable in my clothes, Rory?" Neymar signals to my chosen attire. "Hm, maybe you should wear my clothes more often, its hot."

I blush scarlet and look down, if I could I would Neymar. Believe me.

Neymar chuckles dryly while leaning over to the nightstand, pulling out a pair of sweat shorts. I can't look away from him as he pulls them lowly over his hips, tying up the white strings attached. A small part of me blushes at his naked body, but the other questions it.

Was he used to bringing girls here that he has extra clothes lying around?

I look up and Neymar probs his elbows onto the bed, looking up at me with those big hazel eyes. Their unreadable expression confuses me further so I squeeze my eyes shut. Not today Luca.

"What's wrong baby?" He asks, gently running a finger around my ankle.

Gosh, he knows me so well already. "Nothing, its just that I'm curious about...how many girls you've brought here."

I open my eyes to see his face soften at my words. "Is this what you think of me? Some womanizer?"

I shrug, "Neymar you have it all, the money, the fame. Of course I'm going to think women come right after." This time he grabs a hold of my foot and yanks me forward.

"I've never brought anyone here Rory. Not Bruna, and definitely not Rafaella. You're the only one so far." So far?

Regardless I relax but the name Bruna burns into my skin. He hasn't brought her here! Or Rafaella?

"Why not Rafaella?"

He plants a kiss onto each of my toes before answering my question. "Because Rory she's my sister. I love her but she always gets so attached that if she knew about this place she'd never leave. Some toys I am not willing to share, even with my sister." His kisses still linger as his words fill my head.

What else is Neymar not willing to share?

"Come." Neymar grabs my hand gently and leads us outside.

Immediately My eyes shut and I'm lost in the perfect weather. My toes wiggle deep into the sand and the sound of waves crashing into shore causes my shoulders to drop.

This feels more like a vacation rather than a job.

Hand in hand, Neymar and I run into the ocean. The water engulfs us entirely, but Neymar never lets go. Underwater I swim over to him and wrap my free arm around the nape of his neck.

"You okay baby?" He says, a smile cracking upon his face.

I nod and hold on tighter, letting him walk me deeper into the water until our toes didn't touch the floor. I try my best to calm my irrational thoughts about sharks near by, but of course Neymar isn't fooled.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." He runs his hand over my bottom lip before planting a reassuring kiss.

I almost melt at his words, protect me? How cheesy. I love it.

Neymar abruptly stops once we're far enough from shore. Now what?

His hands snake up my back and wrap around my shoulders, pulling me closer. Hot breath fans my face in the most lovely way.

"Last night was great Rory, really. So I have a favor to ask of you."

A favor? For what?

"What about?" I ask, not holding back any of my curiosity.

"Would you do me the favor and be my girlfriend?" My heart stops. Me, Neymar's girlfriend? Oh my, oh my.

"Yes, of course Neymar!" I am relieved to finally know where we stand. A couple, how strange.

He hugs me tight against his chest and holds me. "Now, about last night..."

Oh my.

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