Men's First Female President

|^17. Just Sexually Attracted! Right?^|

I wake up to see I'm in my bed. How did I even get here? I look to my right to see Neymar sleeping on my chair in the corner. How cute. Wait why is he here? The last thing I remember is yelling at him. How the hell he knew where I live. Jordan. The only reason.

I got up from the bed. Wait a minute. I look down to see I'm only wearing a shirt. This is not my shirt. I look closely at Neymar. He's shirtless. Oh God. He gave me his shirt to sleep in. Gosh he look sexier without his shirt on. I'm blushing mad hard. This never happened.

I'm freaking used to guys without there shirts on. I walk in on them shirtless damn it! Stupid freaking blush.

Neymar rubbed his eyes. He got up and stretched his arms. My dumbass is still staring at him. He looked my way and got surprised. "Great your up!" Neymar said cheerfully. He took of the blanket and stood up. Oh God he's in his boxers. Fuck my eyes for going down his body. Shit the man look ravishing. He could take my virginity anytime.

What the hell am I saying! These thoughts are getting worse on worse. Jeez! Talk about sexual tension. Damn why the hell am I still staring at that delicious body. "Fucck mee," Ah shit why did I say that out loud! Neymar looked at shocked. Oh damn Jr getting hard. How can I have this affect on him.

"Um. Okay we need to get you clothes. Lucky for you I have shirts that looks like it's for guys," I said. I walked on over to my closet  I got him a black shirt. I know damn well my pants will not fit him. "Uh.. you could just put on the pants you wore," I said. I hella nervous around him now. He took the shirt. I was about to leave when he grabbed my arm. He started to smirk. "About what you said earlier. I would love to," Neymar said.

Motherfucking Bitch. No. No. I refuse!

"I'm still mad at you so. Good day Neymar," I said while turning around. He grabbed my arm again and turned me around. "Mia I am really sorry. I'm not asking you to forgive me but give me another chance," Neymar said. I could see he was about to cry. I can tell when people are lying and he's definitely not lying. Even if I couldn't tell my ass is to soft not to give him another chance. "Fine. Alright," I said.

"Yay!" Neymar said while he pulled me in a bone crushing hug. "Neymar you do realize your bigger then me and crushing the life out me," I said. "Sorry," Neymar said while he let go quickly. "I was wondering. Are you still doing the 14 days deal?" Neymar said. "Yes," I responded to quick. "Since it's the first Saturday. We should use today to hang out," Neymar said. "Ok," I said. I have nothing better to do. I usually work from here but no to much.

"Yay! I mean, I'll go home and change," Neymar said while he head for the door. "You just gonna go out there without pants, I wonder what Bruna gonna say," I said while laughing. How could he forgot his pants. "Pretend I never did that," Neymar said while he quickly grabbed his pants and put it on. "Yeah sure Neymar see yourself out," I said while walking in to the bathroom.

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I'm wearing blue jeans and a red shirt.  Red Jordans. Simple outfit. My hair is in a messy bun and I have on my glasses, reading the details that my boss sent me. I may be the boss but I have a Superior boss above me. I'm basically talking about fff. French football federation. The president of fff is Noël Le Graët. (True fact he is)

Bonjour Mia Bianchi. J'aimerais en savoir plus Je tiens à vous remettre cette médaille d’or en guise de remerciement pour avoir remporté la Coupe du monde. Plus précisément, votre équipe a les principaux joueurs qui étaient présents. En gros, un peu toute votre équipe. Je voudrais que vous les notifiiez pour moi. Je pensais que ce serait mieux si vous leur annonciez la nouvelle. Comme toujours le plaisir d'envoyer un mail de temps en temps.
Love, Noël
P.S You know you invited!

(Hello, Mia Bianchi. I would like for you to know first that I am planning on having the French team to come here to the hall of fff. I want to give them this gold medal as my token appreciation for winning the world cup. Specifically you your team has the main players who were there. Basically kinda your whole team. I would like for you to notify them for me. I thought it would be better if you broke the news to them. As always pleasure to email from time to time.)

This is on July 1st. Far away. "You know you invited!" Oh my God Noël it's your. I laughed. His English is kinda good. I'll give him credit for trying. I tell them tommorow. The doorbell rung. "Coming!" I shouted. I ran to the door knowing who already it is. I swung open the door. I froze.

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hose arms looking defined. His broad chest showing a little. Fuck the man look ravishing. I envy that Bruna who feast on him all night.

The. Bloody. Hell. Am. I. Saying! These raging hormones. It probably because I'm sexually attracted to him. Yeah that's it! That has to be the only explanation. Leroy better marry me not soon but not to far though.

"I know you want to ravish me but, we have a day ahead of us Mia. Snap out of it," Neymar said while he smirked. That little son of- "Don't flatter yourself like that, I was just eavesdropping on a person's conversation from a few meters down," I said coming up with a smooth lie. "Yeah Mhm. Just wipe that drool of and we can go," Neymar said.

I wiped my mouth quickly. Neymar started to laugh. That lying bastard! "você mentiu!" I said while punching him. "Ow. It was worth your reaction though," Neymar said while chuckling. "Neymar let's just go before I decide to do more damage," I said while chuckling.

(You lied!)

"After you milady," Neymar said while stepped out the way. "Thank you. What a gentleman I see," I said while getting out. "Always were a gentleman," Neymar said while he smirked.

I wonder where's his taking me.

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