After I took a well deserved shower, the anger from earlier subtly deceased and I decide it's finally safe to leave my room. I walk out wrapped up in a towel and notice Neymar has gone. He must've left a while ago, but I don't blame him for it. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he was with Bruna or getting himself drunk. Either or.

While standing inside my closet trying to decide what to wear, I figure It'd be a good idea to call my parents. After all, I could really use someone who actually understands my English.

Figuring I wasn't going to do anything else than stay home and look after David, I throw on a pair of athletic shorts and an old Cubs shirt my dad gave me for Christmas a few years back.

Sighing, I leave my room once again and enter David's. A small smile breaks out onto my face as I see him sitting down in the corner playing with his toys. "Venha, David." I say, "Come here, David."

He turns around showing his beautiful grin and makes his way to me, grabbing hold of my hand. My heart ache lessens with David's growing affection towards me. A week ago David couldn't even touch me let alone hold my hand or kiss my cheek. I can truthfully say I love this boy.

Downstairs in the living room I sit crossed legged on the sofa with David laying on my lap, playing with his curls. I pull out my phone and dial my parents number, unsure of an answer. Knowing them, they'd probably be out at Dave&Busters with the Robinsons.

"Hello?" I recognize my father's voice, just the man I was hoping to hear.

"Hey dad." My voice cracks and a few tears fall onto David's face below. I just miss him so damn much, especially with all that's happened these few days.

"What's wrong kiddo?" He asks, "You weren't raped were you?" I force a laugh, dad is always cracking jokes.

"Nothing dad, nothing," I pause. "I just miss you guys." I exhale, feeling homesick is the worst part of growing up.

Our conversation consists of real laughter and childhood memories. We talk on about how one summer when I was nine, I managed to catch a home run ball during a Cubs game. (With my face.)

Any worries I had about Neymar are long gone by the time I hang up the phone. My father ended up passing it to my mother, claiming she misses me more. Not possible, but nonetheless we ended up adding another hour of exchanging events of the day. Me of course leaving out any details about Neymar, claiming he wasn't around much. A little part of me wishes that was true.

Ever since Neymar and I kissed, the uneasy tension between us has grown exponentially. I chuckle knowing the Neymar everyone loves and admires is nothing but the opposite. Neymar is an amazing futbolista, sure, but he has his ways of always getting what he wants. And I'm not quite sure what it is this time.

Setting my phone down I turn on the television and watch the first novella I can find. Regardless of not understanding a word they're saying, I find it's about an orphaned girl raised by her evil step mother. and despite all the odds ends up marring a once famous futbolista's extremely hot son, typical.

I hear the sound of keys turning the lock of the door, and I of course half expecting Neymar, watch in disappointment as Carlos enters instead. "Olá! Just came to check in and grab a few papers if you don't mind." He says.

"No not at all, come in." I say, gesturing to the house.

He nods thankfully and closes the door behind him from the office. A good thirty minutes pass whenever Carlos reemerges again with a handful of papers.

Curious I ask, "Hey, do you mind telling me what those are for?"

He looks down at his hand before answering. "Oh, they're for the world cup of course! Neymar is scheduled for the Brasil team and I just need these to sign off on the agreement."

"Oh."

I didn't know he was going to play in the world cup? Of course he was an amazing athlete but he never informed me of this. Mentally I scold myself for even thinking he has any obligation to tell me anything, I'm just his Au Pair after all.

I wave goodbye to Carlos and compliment him on newly shaving his mustache, he really did look nice.

I Get up and decide to fix David and I sandwiches, not bothering to cook if Neymar wasn't going to be home.

We were still sitting on the couch exchanging verses in Portuguese when Neymar finally shows. I admit, I was a bit surprised he wasn't drunk off his ass but he was a bit sweaty.

"Where were you all day?" I ask.

Neymar looks down at his sweat stained athletic clothes, "I was playing futbol."

"All day?"

"Well," he pauses, taking off his shoes. "I was at Bruna's first." Of course he was.

I nod, not bothering to even answer back. I knew he went to Bruna after our fight, I just knew it.

"I invited her over for dinner by the way. I'll pay you extra if you cook us something?" He invited her over?

"Um, sure. I'll see what I can do."

"Great, I'll be taking a shower if you need anything." He joggs up the stairs and I hear the door to his room shut.

Why was he inviting Bruna over for dinner after what happened? Did she know? I shutter at the idea, Bruna surely woundn't keep quiet if she did find out that's for sure.

Neymar gave me a thirty minute time period to cook any delicious meal I could think of. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I decide on good old fashion spaghetti and meat balls with garlic bread. It may not be caviar but it is semi romantic if you ask me.

Setting up the dinner table I place a bottle of wine in the center on ice, letting it cool. I finish the decorations just in time for the meal when Neymar enters the room.

"Wow, I've clearly underestimated you. Thanks again Rory." He says, taking a bite of bread.

"Hey!" I swat his hand away and set the plates down, "And you're welcome."

Things may or may not have worked out for us but that doesn't mean they don't have to work for his girlfriend. And I am always here to help because no matter what I did care for him. As much as it takes me to admit it, I do.

"How do I look?" He asks, twirling around.

"Very nice, I'm sure Bruna will appreciate this." I assure him, giving him a thumbs up.

Neymar was dressed casually in a pale blue button up with the collar opened with a pair of khaki pants. He still managed to pull off this unusual look and I couldn't help but stare when he wasn't looking.

The door bell rang as I offered to get it, but Neymar stopped me. "You've already done enough for me tonight Rory, consider this your day off."

And with that he kindly shooed me away into the game room with David. Of course I put up a fight, but I was glad he was taking the high rode for once.

Shameful as I may be, I eavesdrop by the door just in case.

"Bruna, Olá." I hear Neymar say, followed by a cringe worthy exchange.

Expectantly I wait for them to walk towards the kitchen, but instead they step outside. I curse under my breath knowing I wouldn't be able to hear them, but still I manage to hear a voice yell in Portuguese followed by a loud slap. What the hell?

Alarmed, I walk out the room and see Neymar leaning against the closed door with a very prominent red mark plastered against his cheek.

"Neymar! What happened I thought you'd be having dinner by now?" I run over to him, placing my hand onto the red print Bruna left.

"I'm sorry, I had to tell her." What?

"I couldn't hide what happened between us Rory. It isn't fair to Bruna." He breathes, taking my hand.

What was happening?

"Then why'd you tell me to make dinner if you knew she'd leave once you told her?" I ask, I really didn't know what to think right now.

He chuckles a bit, leading me into the kitchen. "Because this is for you."

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