The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

I closed the door and turned around to a smirking Larissa. I knew exactly what was on her mind.

“He is not my boyfriend.” I muttered as I walked passed her. She held my hand and quirk an eyebrow in amusement.

“Not so fast.” she chuckled. “You need to tell me everything what happened in the past six years.”

I let out a annoyed groan. This will be one hell of a long talk !

…….

“Promise me you will be a good boy.” I hugged Milan one more time trying to hold back my tears. It was time to go back to New York. It was monday afternoon and Flynn was waiting for me outside.

“I will mommy.” he said bravely as he clutched aunt lydia’s hand tightly. “When are you coming back?”

“Soon baby.” I promised, kissing him on his forehead. I stood up and faced Aunt Lydia and Larissa. We had already said our goodbyes earlier this morning.

I hugged them one more time, before picking up my handbag.

Last night Larissa and I had a long girls talk. We talked about everything that happened in the past six years. She told me that she lived with her boyfriend in Italy and she was currently a model for a well known italian swimwear company.

“Visit me soon.” I murmured as I hugged her once again.

“I will love.” she whispered. I said my final goodbyes to all of them and walked outside where Flynn was waiting for me.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“Ready?” he asked. I nodded and stepped in the car. He sat next to me and studied me.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” I mumbled and started spacing out. I really hate leaving Barcelona.

I don’t know how long we were driving, but when the car stopped I looked outside and it was not the airport.

“Uh, Flynn what are we doing here?” I asked unsurely. We were at the Placa de Catalunya. The last time I visited this place was four years ago with Aunt Lydia and Milan.

“You don’t want to go sightseeing before you leave the city, I know you miss Barcelona.”

I looked at him wide eyed. How did he know? “Are you for real?”

“Yes, come one.” He opened the door for me and I stepped out.

The Placa is known for its fountains and statues, the proximity to some of Barcelona’s most popular attractions, and the flocks of pigeons that gather in the centre. When I was younger I loved to take pictures at the fountains and feed the pigeons.

Flynn placed his hand around my shoulders which made me look up at him.

“May I ask why Vasilios?” I quirk an eyebrow, as I pointed at his hand around my shoulder.

He just shrugged but didn’t bother pulling it away. “I don’t want to lose you.” he answered simple.

I rolled my eyes, but before I could say something my eyes spotted a tapa restaurant.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” I squealed excitedly, pointing at the restaurant. “Let’s go get tapas.”

“You like those?”

I nodded. “You don’t?”

“I never said I didn’t pudding.”

We walked towards the restaurant and a sweet old lady in a blue apron was sitting behind the counter. “Can I help you dear?” she asked in a soft fragile voice. She looked old, probably in her late seventies. Her face and hands were wrinkled and her hair was colored ash grey, but the smile on her face was genuine and her eyes sparked kindness.

I looked at the varieties of Tapas in the display cabinet and my eyes lit up when I saw my favorites. “Can I have a Tray Of Montaditos.” I asked, loosening myself out of Flynn’s grip so I could get my tapas. “You don’t want tapas Vasilios?”

###Chapter 12

“Sure, Can I have a slice of chorizo pizza?”

I never saw him as a pizza guy, but damn this boy was full of surprises.

The old lady nodded and went to take a pizza for him. He was about to get his credit card, but I beat him by giving mine to the old lady.

“For both of the tapas.” I said and then looked at him smirking. “Gotta be faster Vasilios.” I teased.

He looked amused up at me, but didn’t say anything. The old lady gave me my credit card back and the tapas.

“Have a nice day dear.” she said sweetly.

“Thank you.” I gave Flynn his tapa and we walked out of the shop.

After we finished eating our tapas we had a really nice walk down to La Rambla, I can remember when I used to come here with Larissa. The street restaurants here sells the most delicious foods.

We passed the magic fountain and all the other touristic places like the Passeig de Gracia, Gothic Quarter, and the Triomphe Arch. It was so much fun until Flynn gave some lost tourist the wrong directions. After I punched him in his stomach for the fifth time he stopped doing that and politely told the tourist that he didn’t know.

The last thing we did was shopping. Flynn was not really fond of shopping, because he was moping around the store glaring and scaring customers away. I hurriedly chose some souvenirs for Reina and Ximena and then exited the store, before the owner would kick Flynn out for scaring his customers away.

“Did you had fun?” Flynn asked when we returned back to his car. He gave the shopping bags to the driver, so he could put it in the trunk.

“It was a lot of fun, thanks for bringing me here.”

“My pleasure.” He motioned to the driver that we were ready to go.

“Are we going to the airport now?”

He nodded. “Do you need to stop somewhere else?”

I shook my head. “No.”

We drove to the airport and when we arrived the plane was already waiting for us. I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the car. The same flight attendant waited for us.

“Good morning Miss Malik and Mr Vasilios.” she greeted us with a broad smile.

“Good morning Allison.” I greeted back. I walked inside and was about to sit on the same spot in front, but Flynn grabbed my hand and dragged me to the back.

“Sit with me.” was all he said.

I plopped down next to him and let out an annoyed huff. “Why Vasilios?”

“I need some entertainment.” he stated.

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t got a good night sleep last night, why would you think I would entertain you?”

…….

Flynn Vasilios P. O. V

I don’t know what came over me when I brought her to the Placa de Catalunya.

But her smile.

The happy glow on her face.

When I saw how sad she was when we left her Aunt’s place, I panicked. I don’t even know why, but I felt it was my job to make her happy. So I did what any other man would do to make his lady happy. I quickly googled places to visit in Barcelona and Placa de Catalunya popped up.

I hated to visit places like that. It’s so crowded with a shit ton of tourists. And then, the goddamn pigeons. A million of them.

But seeing the smile on Jill’s face made everything better. The happiness in her blue-green eyes kissed away every single thing I didn’t like about that place.

Even that disgusting pizza.

It’s scary how much I’m willing to do for her. From visiting a place I would never go to eating foods I despise.

Only to see her happy. Only to see her smile.

I looked at her. Her head was on my shoulder and she was humming an unfamiliar song. We were already an hour in the air. Her hair draped graciously on my shoulder and face. Every Time I breathed, a strand of hair entered my mouth.

I was not complaining. I could stay like this a lifetime.

I just needed her.

Her scent.

Her presence.

Her laughter.

Her.

All I need, All I will ever need.

When did I become like this? Love-fucking-sick.

I never thought I could get attached to a girl. But then Jill came along. And not like any other girl.

No, she had to come into my life in the form of a goddamn one night stand. When I said, she was something else, I meant it.

She was different, unique. Something-completely-fucking-else.

“Hey Jill.” I whispered softly, a strand of hair entering my mouth. Blah! I brought my hand to my mouth to pull away the strand of hair that was stuck on my tongue. Gross.

This was the time. I couldn’t hold this anymore.

I needed to tell her. She needed to know the truth.

“Mmh.” she replied.

“I need to tell you something.”

“I’m listening.”

I took a deep breath. I hope she will not run away.

We are in the air, she can’t go anywhere, unless she has a death wish I whispered to myself.

She can’t runaway from you. It was time I tell her the truth and hope she remembers me. Or hope she loves me back.

Hoping she can give me a chance.

Hoping she can forgive me that I had left her before she woke up.

Without a note.

Without saying who I was.

What if she doesn’t love me back?

“Do you remember the night in Milan?” I asked, closing my eyes from fear.

I don’t want to see her reaction.

But she hadn’t reacted, so I assumed she was waiting for me to continue. It was now or never.

“The one night stand? I don’t know if you can remember it, but I can. I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry that I had left you.. If I knew you wou–,”

I opened my eyes when I heard soft snoring. My hands were sweaty as well as my forehead.

I looked over at Jill and she was peacefully sleeping. My heart stopped for a moment.

That’s why she didn’t reply, she was asleep.

I let out a huge sigh and covered her with my jacket. My hands were still clamp from my confession. Well, almost confession.

I guess I had to wait to tell her another time.

When she’s awake.

When she can answer the question I was burning to ask her.

Flynn Vasilios P. O. V

“So, have you told her?” Rodrigo was sitting casually in front of me, his legs crossed on my table. Talk about manners.

I glared at his feet and then at him. “Put your feet down!” I snapped. “Where are your manners?”

“Don’t have any.” he replied, taking a sip of his martini. “Like how you don’t have the balls to tell Jill that you’re her one night stand.”

“Fuck you !” I said through gritted teeth.

“You were with her in a goddamn plane, the only reason you didn’t bring your PA was because of her and still you didn’t had the balls to confess?!” he exclaimed, putting his glass roughly down on the table.

“Can you be more careful with my glassware? Those are my mom’s.”

“Don’t change the subject. You know that I can’t see you like this anymore.” His eyes held anger as he was looking at me. “It’s time you fucking grow a pair of balls and confess to her. You’re hurting yourself by keeping this a secret. Fuck!”

“I did confess okay, she was… asleep.” I muttered.

I hated to be like this. Vulnerable.

I was a goddamn business man. Business deals, contracts, name it and I could arrange it. No hesitation. No second thoughts.

And then there’s her.

Everything I do, everything I say around her I have to make sure It will not hurt her feelings. That she will not run away from me. I never cared about anyone’s feelings, that’s why I got the title womanizer right?

But I cared about her feelings.

And only her.

And that from my parents.

Oh and also that from my annoying sister.

Always had, Always will.

Rodrigo simpered. “Really?! How do you expect for her to reply if she’s asleep! You can’t keep this a secret any longer… You’re… hurting. Fuck when did I become so sentimental?”

I growled inwardly, knowing that Rodrigo was right. “I’m fucking afraid!” I yelled out frustrated.

There, I let it out.

I was afraid.

Afraid of losing her.

Afraid that this love is only one sided.

I have hurt myself a lot after that one night stand. I had countless one night stands with different girls.

Blondes, brunettes, redheads, etc.

And still I couldn’t get over her.

I even turned my dear friend, Zoe, into my fuckbuddy.

Every stupid thing I had done, was because of her.

To forget her.

To move on without her.

But when I’m alone, the only thing that’s on my mind is her.

Rodrigo stared at me. “Afraid? For what? She’s just a girl.”

“She’s not just a girl! Dammit, she’s the girl that holds my heart. She’s the girl that can break it anytime she wants !”

Rodrigo shook his head and was about to say something when my office door opened. “Sir, you have a meeting in ten minutes.” Timon informed me.

“Fuck!” I cursed as I frantically searched for the file I needed for the meeting. The whole afternoon Jill took over my mind to the point that I had to call Rodrigo over to ‘advise’ me.

So far, Rodrigo wasn’t much of a help.

“Let me guess. You haven’t prepared yet.” Rodrigo stood up and fixed his tie as he looked up at me with pity in his eyes.

I let out a frustrated sigh as I grabbed the file and stand up. “No, dammit. And I don’t need your pity.”

“I don’t pity you. It’s just… If Jill can do this to you.” He pointed with his index finger at me. “She’s the one. And damn I will feel sorry for you if she will leave you when she knows that you knew the truth all along.”

…….

Jill Malik P. O. V

I huffed as I opened the door of my apartment.

The last two weeks were so exhausting, because of Ximena’s eye shadow palette launch.

I was only absent for four days and a pile of work had been waiting for me on my desk when I returned.

The launch date is approaching and I was not even close being done. Not only did I had to work overtime, but I also had to work late nights at home.

Usually I was still awake at one in the morning working. Reina being the nice friend she is stayed awake with me to make coffee and occasionally throw a pillow at me when I was about to fall asleep.

It has also been two weeks since I had last saw Flynn. After he dropped me off from the airport, I haven’t seen him since then.

He didn’t came to visit Ximena, so I think he’s also busy with work. I don’t know where we actually stand. He was really sweet to me in Barcelona, I would consider him a friend.

I also feel like I know him somehow, but I don’t know from where. I’m pretty sure I saw him before graduation, somewhere.

Also when he said strawberries and whiskey.

There’s only one person who had called me that.

And I don’t think Flynn is that person.

But he can be my subconscious said.

But he isn’t. There are seven billion people in the world.

It could be anyone.

If it was Flynn, he would definitely tell me right?

I walked into the kitchen and saw Reina and Luca cleaning the kitchen table. They were so adorably cute.

This was the first time I saw Luca since graduation day.

“Hey Jill, you’re early today.” Reina said surprised when I walked into the kitchen.

“Yeah, because I have so much work to finish at home.” I sighed. “Hello Luca.”

“Hey Jill.” he greeted, smiling.

Luca had changed a lot in a span of one year. He was longer, muscular, and more manly. He looked handsome. “Great to see you again.”