Chapter 5

                    Rodri’sPov

Regret,yes that's the right word to use for what I'm feeling, I slowly sit on the couch, watching the door blankly, it seems the clock has stopped ticking the moment Damian's walked away.

“Hey, are you okay”?

Neymar's voice jerks me fully conscious. I have almost forgotten about him. That's what Damian does to me, he affects me so much, but how's he being that rebellious son of his father gonna change the fact that I want to hate him so hard that it hurts.

“I will wait Rodri, until you're sure he's the one you want “

He muttered softly and I raised my head up, staring into his sexy green eyes. I remembered how he scared me the first year of college. His eyes were dangerous, disagreeing with his tall gorgeous physique.

“ I don't know why I let him do all this things “

I found myself saying softly , neymar moved forward and his warm glove hand patted me slowly.

“You just have to be sure he's right for you, nothing is wrong with you “

He assured me and my head tilted forward slowly, his eyes dominating and careful, but his full attention turned to my lip at once, and like a soft warm shawl, his lips collided with mine, with a warning as clear as day, but my instinct that's always put me in trouble, ignored.

“Fuck”

Neymar scoffed amidst the kiss, and I stopped, it hit me hard, I'm not just turning into a mess, but this two men are the opposite of eachother, Damian a stinkingly rich man with a body as wide and tall as giants, his brown eyes gets whatever it sets on, and his record, his family record, terror.

But the sweet perfect Neymar, I remember how shy he used to be in the early years of college, his tall and fitted body gets him any woman he needs, and his basketball skills set the bars high, and he is from a little great family in London.

“Why”?

His small shallow voice asked , my eyes roamed his face, I instantly recognised that feeling of want, but deep in his eyes, looms hurt, that's beyond anything I have ever felt.

“I thought you wanted to stop”

I mumbled, hating the fact that he's hurt because of me, no!. He's not the right person to feel that, Neymar has been nothing but perfect to me.

“I don't want to stop Rodri, it's just overwhelming and scary”

“Yes, it's scary”

I agreed, his lips slowly claimed mine again, this time more impulsive and impatience, he stood over me, his palm dominating the space on my bank.

“I'm so hard Rodri”

He said, even though he knew I could feel it through the tiny barrier of his pants.

“This is not right,Ney”

I said and lip curled up into a smile, probably because I called him that, he'd always liked to be called Ney.

“Nothing has ever been right Rodri, we make it right “

He whispered to my ear, and his warm air grazed my ears. I trembled, hating that I'm getting hard again.

“No no no, please”

I almost froze the moment his hand undo my zip, his muscles flexed and his jaw tightened, definitely not going to take me seriously now, after all he'd seen how helpless I have been with Damian.

“Ney, no”

I muttered gently, but he was so busy with my pants, he got it halfway and his warm tongue collided with my flesh.

“Please stop”

I pleaded, my dick threatening to burst.

Two men took me in a day, I thought, my butt jerked up as I heard Neymar groaned, but there's no doubt it was good, but I hate to know he didn't really connect me deeply, just how in the world do Damian get it all.

“No”!

I grunted and stood up abruptly, forcing Neymar to let go, his eyes were hot and sweaty and I weirdly craved a taste.

“I'm sorry”

“It's okay, just know I won't stop trying” He said and moved into the bathroom and returned shortly,his bulge still engorged in the tiny fabric of his pants.

Immediately after I got outside, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through the internet, and just as I suspected, this is far beyond my imagination.

Damian's video is flying with mixed reactions from users, he's indeed the lord of controversy, why have I got entangled in this mess?

“How about we go see your mum”?

Neymar said, he grinned, like a man happy to meet his in-laws.

“Okay”

I answered, maybe I also needed a car, Neymar yellow bugatti screams elegance, after all he's the highest paid basketball player in SWU.

In no time we arrived at the hospital, and as we walked into the large reception, my heartbeat quickened. Last month my mum battled cancer, but thanks to Damian money, she was able to live.

“Hello Mr Rodri, your mum has been discharged”

The words of the ward nurse hit me like a nightmare, I blinked back the tears that almost threatened to spill, and my throat dry, making it hard to breathe.

“How would you discharged her, I am her only son”

I was finally able to say, although it was more incoherent, than I thought.

“Someone signed here, his name is…”

I listened and stared dumbfounded as the nurse went through a log book.

“Damian Moore”

My face went red at the mention of his name, how great, he's bringing his games to my mum now? I thought, sickly.

“He dropped a note for you “

The nurse said and handed me the small paper, like a card, its scent of him, but it disgusted me anyway.

“Psycho “

I muttered disdainfully as I rumpled and tossed the note to a side, the nurse was frightened by my sudden anger and she receded back slowly.

“ Wait here”

I ordered Neymar, and before he could disagree, I disappeared into Lake Road. Damian should understand I don't like games, especially when it involves my mother.

“Welcome handsome”

I heard the mocking tone said, they were in masks, and one moved closer at first, and then another one. I began to panic as they grew in numbers, and with a sudden ache, my eyes went numb as I drifted off into the unknown darkness.