Its been days since we split our ways and I have been utterly miserable to say the least. I live by routine now, cooking, cleaning, taking care of David, and avoiding Neymar at all costs. Of course this is nearly impossible since we live under the same roof, but since the world cup he's been gone practicing almost all day everyday.

The world cup sure knows how to be conveniently punctual I'll give it that.

But the worst part is the media. I haven't been able to throw the trash away without paparazzi swarming and asking 21 questions.

"How is Neymar doing with his training?"
"Is Bruna around?"

I let out a suppressed sigh, leaning my cheek against my palm. I sit cross-legged in front of the balcony that over looks the south american county below me. Aimlessly I drink my coffee and scroll through my mobile in hopes to entertain myself.

Lately I've been avoiding any media sights that have recent pictures of Neymar and his actress girlfriend on the cover. Usually I keep my emotions suppressed throughout the day, but deep inside I am still hurt over Neymar. And its hard especially when my life practically now revolves around him. If only I stayed true to myself and stayed away..

Muttering to myself I get up from my failed attempt of doing yoga and step back into my room. I'm supposed to be waiting for Carlos to arrive with important news regarding Neymar and the world cup, but lets just say I'm not looking forward to it.

And of course, with his impecable timing as usual, the door opens and a deep voice fills the house.

"Rory I'm here with the good news!" He sings, making himself at home. As usual.

"Coming!" I hurry downstairs to my boss's boss while taking down my ponytail from earlier. Hoping to look a little less like a zombie and more like a girl, I give Carlos the biggest smile I can muster despite my grudge against him splitting up Neymar and I.

"What do you need, Carlos?" I ask again, hoping to cut this meeting short. I've got people to avoid.

"Of course dear, believe me I have much more important things to do rather than being here but regardless, here I am." Ouch.

"Now, with the world cup in town with teams from all over the world, they will be staying in designated homes. And as you may have noticed, soon Neymar will be forced to live there while the games are in motion. Now here comes where you're involved Rory, you will be staying in a hotel near the arena with David and Rafaella so the press can see him there. I do hope you look better than this, so I'll call in a few favors to make sure that even his nanny is televisión ready."

Carlos claps his hands together in understanding. As much as I am offended by his comments, I'd really appreciate any help to make me look good. Especially if I want to make Neymar jealous after the way he let me go so easily. I am not someone to be forgotten.

"Okay Carlos, if that's all I'd really hope to get back to David-" But again I'm interrupted before I can shoo him out.

"You'll need to be ready to settle in the hotel by tomorrow." He adds.

Tomorrow? Why is he telling me this now?

But all I can do is nod and wave goodbye. Arguing at this point will be of no use to me. I mean, at least I'll be out of this dreadful house.

And as usual my day continues on as the Au Pair with the exception of packing up all my stuff again.

I really will be angry with myself if any of what I've been through with this family of two was included in the fine print.

I knew I had a bad feeling before signing the contract, I just knew it!

As the internal war continues to rage on inside me I finish packing my stuff and leave out my outfit for tomorrow. If I'm right, Neymar will be there to spend time with David before he leaves to the team house, so I have to look my best.

Especially since I 'overheard' Carlos and him talking about his relationship with Bruna being strictly for publicity. So in other words Neymar isn't over me yet, and I don't plan to stick around long enough for that to happen. And if it means for me to be 'somebody' then that's what I'll be.

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The alarm I set in the morning plays an obnoxious tune, ripping me from my pleasant sleep. I frown and look at the early time, I was having a dream of Neymar and I back at the beach house. Too bad it wasn't real.

Groaning, I pull the covers off me and slide out of bed, heading straight for the shower. Carlos said his guys will be here soon to help me with my appearance at the hotel. Apparently a bunch of celebrities will also be staying at the hotel and therefore the paparazzi will be at an all time high. Fortunately for me, Estephan gladly volunteered to be our guard at the games. And by gladly, I mean there was a bonus check slipped into his vest pocket in the process.

I hear the doorbell ring right as I'm exiting the shower, they're here already?

Quickly wrapping my towel around my torso I trot downstairs and open the door.

Expecting a couple of gay stylists I greet the person as soon as the door is wide enough, but instead its one man.

Neymar.

"Olá Rory, I'm guessing Carlos forgot to mention me coming here too?" He chuckles, eyeing my towel.

Warmth flushes to my entire face and I try my best to remain in control. "Doesn't matter, it's your house you may come and go as you please."

I watch him nod and open his mouth to say something, but a car pulls up and two men hop out holding a bag of toiletries.

I'm saved from this awkwardness!

"Oh, look! There are the guys I was looking for!" I push past Neymar before he can say something that'll break down the walls I've built over the past few days.

I greet the men with a peck at each cheek. I'm getting better at this latín thing.

"Olá! You must be Rory, I'm Nico and this is Alec." He nudges the taller brunette with his hair spiked in every direction.

I lead the two men into my room to get started. The faster I look presentable, the faster we can leave.

They sit me down in front of the bathroom mirror and begin working their magic. I make small talk with them as Alec does my hair and Nico my makeup.

"So, how long has the affair been going on?" Nico asks, rubbing my face with unknown products.

My mouth is left agape at his conclusion. Is it that obvious?

"Um, not long. How did you know?" I ask, surely it cant be that noticeable.

"Listen Rory, I know everything! And lets just say the way that man looked at you, said it all."

My heart flutters with the news. Neymar still wants me after everything?

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore now that he's back with his ex." I say, picking at my fingernails. My mother hates this habit of mine.

Alec fluffs my hair before speaking for the first time, "Ah Bruna! What a beautiful girl no?"

Is that supposed to help me feel better?

Nico seems to notice my unease and shoots Alec a menacing glare.

"What Alec means to say is that Neymar has great taste in women." He nods excessively towards me, flashing that pearly white smile of his.

"Sure." I chuckle dryly, hoping to move the topic along to something else.

I sat immobile for two hours while the team did there job on me. My makeup was done to perfection, hair, and outfit. They had me put on a short white dress which was flared at the bottom, and skin colored heels? Or as Nico calls them, nude.

Finally I am standing so I twirl around a few times for them both, thanking them immensely for their work.

"Wow, I've never had this much attention for this stuff! Thank you guys!" Opening my arms wide I take them both and squeeze tight.

Nico plays with my hair once last time before speaking, "Now, lets go knock them dead!"

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