Rubbing circles on Neymar's hand with my thumb I lean my head into the car window. I am a bit sad we couldn't stay any longer at Neymar's secret home. Especially since things have began to heat up...

I blush scarlet thinking about how Neymar asked me to be his girlfriend. For once I can physically feel the weight lift from my shoulders knowing we are more than just a 'fling'.

We pull up into the mansion in our day old clothes, (I reluctantly changed back into my own) and notice Carlos standing impatiently outside the door. Very unlike his usual demeanor, strange.

"Neymar! Rory!" He hurries over to the Audi as we both exit the car.

"Carlos what is it?" Neymar asks, placing a strong hand on his shoulder.

I walk up to them in curiosity, wanting to know more of why Carlos is acting up.

"Where have you two been! I've been calling you like crazy man!" Neymar and I both exchange nervous glances, was Carlos onto us?

"The line up papers just came in for the national team Neymar! You're in! You'll be playing with Brasil next week, congratulations!" Carlos throws his hands around Neymar's face and kisses each cheek in enlightenment.

I notice Neymars demeanor relax a bit hearing the good news. I guess we're still in the down low, which is surprising considering how Carlos knows everything about everything, nothing gets past him.

Regardless of the risk I can't help but beam at my Futbolista. Neymar is going to play at the 2014 world cup, how exciting! I mean, of course I knew he was bound to get drafted, it was only a matter of time.

All three of us decide to celebrate inside with some of Neymar's special tequila, whatever that means. We stand around the kitchen island and pour ourselves the alcohol before Carlos makes a toast.

"To Brasil's best player, Neymar!" He cheers, raising his glass.

"To Neymar!" I repeat, locking eyes with him. "To Neymar."

Tilting my head back I allow the burning liquid down my throat. Man, this stuff is strong! I set the glass down and rebalance myself using the counter, I am such a lightweight.

"Oh! They'll be announcing the placers on TV, quick lets go!" Carlos, seemingly unaffected by the tequila rushes to turn on the television. Leaving the two of us alone.

"Congratulations, Neymar." I add quietly, taking a step towards the dark Futbolista.

Neymar tugs at his lower lip meanwhile rubbing circles around the top of his glass using a long index finger. I run my hand up his strong bicep, signaling towards the living room.

"C'mon we don't want to miss your name being called."

He sets the glass down while keeping eye contact, "No, we do not."

We join Caldos at the sofa and watch as a sports newscaster begins announcing the official teams. A younger looking man begins going down the roster and adding a quick summary about each player, Neymar is next.

"Now we have here Neymar as number 10. Personally I think he will be the strongest player Brasil has other than Luca or Hulk. Also, a few days ago Neymar's fellow team mate postes this picture via Instagram, showing him at his celebration party with a strong hand around a pretty blonde! The same woman in fact found with his son David and his sister at Costa Verde last week! I'm guessing Neymar had no trouble trouble replacing ex Bruna! In other news..."

My blood turned ice whenever the broadcaster finished spilling all information. Why haven't I known someone was bound to post a picture for the public? The silence that now has dawned on the three of us is killing me. Why won't anyone say something! If they don't, I will...

But Carlos breaks the ice first, "I need the two of you in the office, now."

Neymar and I both look at each other in utter defeat. What was Carlos planning to do with us now?

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