He grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. “Marc what are you doing?” I gasped. “Olive did you forget me that fast?” he whispered, looking into my eyes. I looked into his green eyes and I could see that he was hurting. I didn’t know what to say to him. He stroked my cheek softly and kissed my forehead. “Marc, please stop” I sighed. He let go of my cheek and looked down. I removed his hand from my hips. He suddenly grabbed something on my neck. It was Neymar’s necklace. He saw the N initial and clenched his fists. He let go of my necklace and looked into my eyes. I could see that he was disappointed and angry. “Marc, I forgive you” I said. His eyes softened a little. “Thanks” he mumbled. “I really did love you Marc, but just like you said that it has always been Melissa for you…I think it has always been Neymar for me” I said. My own confession surprised me, because this had been the first time I had openly admitted it…even to myself. Marc looked shocked and stared at me for a couple of seconds. Then he clenched his fists, which made me step back. “I won’t hurt you…I hope he makes you happy” Marc mumbled. “Thanks Marc, I wish you and Melissa the best too” I said. He turned around and walked away without saying anything.
My appetite was gone after that, so I skipped lunch. I decided not to tell Neymar about my encounter with Marc, at least not yet. I know Marc was still a very sensitive topic with him. I decided to think about something else. I thought about the photography exhibition with Luca this evening. I was really looking forward to it actually, but I was sure I would miss my little monkey. I walked out of Camp Nou after intern and looked for Neymar’s car. I wanted to spend some time with him before meeting Luca. My jaw dropped when I noticed him with her! He looked my way and waved. I walked towards them with a strange feeling. “Olive” she squealed and pulled me into a tight hug. “Uhm, hi Thais” I mumbled. “So you stole my f*ckboy huh?” she smirked.
▶The b*tch is back