The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

“Yeah, friend.” I air quoted the word friend.

He cursed underneath his breath. “Now, who’s the immature one?”

“That was not immature, I was just stating facts.”

I heard soft yawning and my eyes immediately went to the sofa. Milan’s eyes fluttered open and he stretched his hands. His eyes found me and then Rodrigo.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Legos?” he asked in a groggy voice as he stood up and drunkenly walked towards us. His eyes were still sleepy and I knew he wasn’t fully awake yet. I walked towards him and lifted him up. He put his head on my shoulder and yawned again. “Legos?” I heard against my ear.

“They are at home. After dinner you can play with all the legos.” I said, stroking his back softly. Rodrigo watched me with an amused expression on his face. I went back to sit on my chair and put Milan on my lap. He looked at Rodrigo and then at me.

“Who are you?” he asked Rodrigo. Rodrigo smiled at him and sticked his hand out. “Hey bud, I’m Rodrigo. But you can call me Rod, only cool people can call me Rod.”

“I don’t like Rod. Can I call you GoGo?” Milan asked sweetly. I choked back a laugh while Rodrigo was cursing underneath his breath.

“GoGo is—” Rodrigo said, but I interrupted him.

“Is fine. You can call him GoGo. He loves that name.” I said smirking and then looked at Rodrigo who was glaring daggers at me.

“Oh you fu–,”

I covered Milan’s ears and send him a stern look. “No, cussing please!”

Rodrigo huffed and plastered a fake smile on his face. He shifted his attention back to Milan and smiled widely at him. “So,” he drawled, “What do you think of your new daddy, bud?”

I cringed when he said that word and I was already planning his murder in my head. He can’t let Milan call me daddy when Jill is the only one who has the privilege to do that. “What kind of flowers do you like, Rodrigo?” I asked sweetly.

“White lilies, why?” he sounded confused.

“Oh just wondering what kind of flowers you preferred on your coffin.” I answered casually sending a sharp glare at his direction.

His eyes widened and he was about to say something, but Milan interrupted him. “Who’s daddy?”

###Chapter 17

“Flynn is daddy. Daddy is Flynn.” Rodrigo explained with hand gestures. I grumbled some curse words under my breath and If looks could kill, Rodrigo was ten feet under by now.

“Rodrigo, can you—,” I closed Milan’s ears with my hands and then shouted, “Shut the fucking hell up!”

Rodrigo laughed out loud, but immediately stopped when Milan poked his finger on my chest. “But mommy said that you were her friend boy.”

Friend boy? What the fucking hell is that?

Regulars. And now friend boy. My girlfriend’s vocabulary is really interesting.

“Do you mean boyfriend?” I asked confused.

He shook his head wildly. “No, friend boy. I told her I like you.”

“You do?” My heart skipped a beat. I could feel so many different kind of emotions right now and one of them was love. I love this kid.

Damn.

“Yes, I like you. You bought a spiderman costume for me and then legos. You are the best daddy ever !” he jumped up and down my lap as he clapped happily in his hands.

I cringed once again at the daddy-word.

“I like you too, but please don’t call me daddy. Just call me Flynn.” I pleaded.

“But I don’t want too.” he whined. “I’ll call you padre.”

“Padre?”

“That’s spanish for father.” he clarified.

“I know what it means, bud. You can call me anything except daddy.”

“Okay, padre.” Milan grinned. He looked around at my desk and saw a pen. “Can I draw?”

“I personally think padre sounds even more weird than daddy.” Rodrigo butted in. I forgot that he was still here.

I glared at him. “Please don’t give him anymore ideas.” I hissed and then looked back at Milan who was grabbing the pen and was about to draw on my desk.

“No, no,” I stopped him before he could draw on it. I opened my bottom drawer and got white paper out for him. “Here you go. Draw on this paper, not on my table.”

He took the paper out of my hand and started to draw weird circles and triangles. Suddenly my phone buzzed on my desk and I saw Jill’s name on the screen.

My Pudding: Hey Vasilios. You can pick us up now, we’re done.

Love you