"What's really going on Rory? You can tell me." Rafaella scoots closer and sets the wine glass down.

I really didn't know what to tell her. Neymar and I weren't a thing, we were just acting instinctively. I mean, who doesn't fantasize about having an affair with your nanny? Hence the reason Neymar wanted to befriend me, he wanted to get closer to me so he could get away with that kind of stuff. And I was stupid enough to let him.

Gulping the wine down I stand up to face her. "Nothing happened. I can assure you it isn't what it looks like."

Rafaella opens her mouth to protest, only to shut it again. She knows what happened but is smart enough to let it go. So instead she nods.

"Okay fine, I get it Rory. I'm sorry and I'll be leaving now, see you soon." Without another word Rafaella is gone, leaving me to fend off my troubles alone.

In second thought, that wine seems kinda lonely too.

I finish the bottle in an hour tops, setting a new record for myself. I wasn't exactly hammered like Neymar on the night I met him, but I couldn't help this erg to dance on anything higher than one foot off the ground. Coffee table included.

Sweating I began to ask myself, why is it so hot in here? Generously not wanting to higher the cost of the electric bill, I decide on a more greener approach. The black bathing suit I wore underneath. Much better.

Realizing there was no music playing, I find Neymar's portable boom box sitting next to the TV. I smile and play the first playlist on the screen, no longer wanting to hold back the erg to dance.

I find my balance on the coffee table and let out all emotions raging through me while dancing. Out of anger I kick the empty bottle off the table, and out of sadness I cry over why it was empty.

Shouldn't there be a wine god or something to refill it once it was gone? What if I pray to him/her?

"Oh heavenly wine god!" I chant, "Please send down more wine, or at least some chocolate!" All girls need chocolate too.

Ironically as I finish my plead, the door opens and Neymar walks in. He wasn't wine but he sure is dark.

"Oh Neymar! How I've missed you!" Jumping off, I wrap my arms around him.

To stunned to move I continue breathing in large gulps of his cologne, earning a laugh from Neymar.

"You're drunk aren't you?" He chuckles, god he just gets sexier when the sun goes down.

I throw up my arms up in disbelief. "No definitely not! That'd would be irresponsible!"

"Clearly." Neymar flings back my bikini strap, causing me to yelp. "And with my wine too."

I felt a little bad, but Rafaella said it was okay so I didn't sweat it. Neymar turns off the music and walks back to me, grabbing my arm gently. Just the way I like it.

"Come on, we're going to bed." Leading me upstairs I expect him to turn into my own room, but instead we stand in his.

I could see were this is going. "Oh Neymar we really shouldn't! What about Bruna?"

Neymar laughs but sits me down, "I'm not going to have sex with you right now Rory, relax. I'm just making sure you don't drown in your own puke in the middle of the night." Right now? So does he mean tomorrow?

Neymar walks into his closet and brings back a T-shirt with an old pair of briefs. "Put these on, I don't want you to leave sand everywhere."

I nod my head understandingly, of course he doesn't. Following through with his command I don't bother to turn around when I take off my top. Neither does he.

I watch him eye me hungrily as I pull his tattered shirt over my head. By the time I finish changing I throw my bikini away, jumping into bed. "Aren't you going to join me?"

Nodding, Neymar takes his shirt off too and sits next to me. I like where this is going. He lays partially naked and looks up at me, clearly humoured by something.

"What are you laughing about?"

"I'm not going to sleep with you tonight, so you might as well get some rest."

And with that he turns over, leaving me mouth agape and aroused. Accepting defeat I turn away too, fluffing up my pillow. Bruna probably gets it nightly on this very bed.

The next morning I am greeted to a pounding headache and Neymar wrapped tightly around my waist.

Freaking out, I sit up trying to put the pieces together. I was currently wearing Neymar's clothing, cuddled up in Neymar's bed, inside Neymar's room, next a to practically naked Neymar.

I mean, I didn't feel any different down there so that was a good sign. Placing my palm against my forehead I try hard to remember any events from last night.

"I'm not going to have sex with you right now Rory, relax..."

My face reddens as I remember those words. Right now?

"You're up." A raspy voice startles me.

Neymar sits up close to me, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What happened last night exactly?"

A light chuckle escapes his wet lips and informs me of how I got myself drunk. Neymar's mouth curls up at my horrified expressions throughout explaining.

I cover my face with my hands, clearly embarrassed. "Oh my god, I am so sorry!"

"It's okay, I kind of enjoyed it. At least we're even now." A smirk plays onto his lips and I find myself back at the night we first met.

"If nothing happened, then why were you spooning me?" I half laugh, the idea of the Neymar Jr spooning is hilarious to me.

Neymar shrugs, "Force of habit."

"Oh."

My blood thickens at his response and the name Bruna quickly comes to mind. I shudder, suddenly repulsed at what happens in this very bed I slide off, gathering my swimsuit.

Neymar seems to realize his inconsiderate answer by getting up. "Where you going?"

Holding onto the door knob I look at Neymar. "You don't actually think I'm going to spend all day in bed with you knowing you have a girlfriend and a son who needs me right about now." I swear I'm the only one with her head straight in this house.

"I know that, but why are you freaking out about this? Nothing happened between us." He leans against the door frame, blocking me in.

My heart stops as a lump rises in my throat. So I was right, this was all for nothing? I fight the tears but it's no use, Neymar was bound to see me cry anyways.

"You're such an asshole."

I stomp pass him and allow the tears to flow as I head down the hallway. "Rory, that's not what I meant and you know it!"

I stop mid stride and face him, "Oh really? Then explain to me why you've been leading me on since day one, knowing nothing would come from it!" I scream, no longer caring for the sake of David.

I stare at Neymar say almost nothing, confirming what I just said. "Exactly."

Neymar holds onto the railings in defeat, looking down. Of course he felt bad, I bet he isn't used to girls standing up to him like this. Without another word from either of us, I decide it's right to remove Neymar's clothing. No longer caring if he sees me or not, I throw them at him. "Here's your clothes back, Bruna probably needs them more than I do."

Neymar doesn't look up and I don't wait for him to. I walk back to my room fully naked and proud. At least we both weren't going to make the same mistake twice anymore knowing were we stood. And although I felt a bit relieved I wasn't ruining a relationship anymore, I couldn't help feeling the bitterness swarming inside my chest.

Once locked behind closed doors I sink to my knees, staining them with tears. I couldn't help hating myself for being so naive into being used. And it sucked knowing I would probably be the girl every woman blames for the destruction of their relationship. What have I done?

But most importantly, what has Neymar Jr done to me.

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Is all I have to say for this chapter! btw I've put a picture of Rory's hickeys (ouch) and ill be posting a picture of her really soon as well.

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