Chapter 6 6

Flynn Vasilios P.O.V

"Sir...Tomorrow you have a meeting with your sister and her business associates from Brazil." Timon my personal assistant handed me a stack of files as I entered my office.

"Mh, do I have plans for tonight Timon?" I asked looking at the fifty five year old man in front of me.

He worked for this company for almost fifteen years now and he was also the personal assistant for my dad.

"Yes, with Zoe Clayton. It's her last night in New York, before she will go back to Russia."

"Russia?" I asked curious. Isn't she supposed to go to Brazil?

"Yes, in the latest gossip it says that she is the latest mistress of the Russian minister sir." Timon said with a straight face, but I could sense that he was uncomfortable telling me that.

"Cancel my plans with her tonight, instead send her flowers."

"Well sir, she will not be happy with it. You already ditched her on the night of Kat Von D's party."

"Do I look like I care? And bytheway I couldn't help that Hanna was hotter than her. Now go and do what I've asked you."

He nodded his head and walked to the main door, but before he closed the door he turned around and said: "Oh and sir, it was not Hannah you had ditched Zoe for. It was Kelly."

How the hell did he know who she was and I didn't? And what's the difference between Hannah and Kelly? They are all the same. Long hair, big breasts, and good in bed or in Kelly's case a bathroom stall.

I sat down on the big chair behind my desk and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I send a quick message to Rodrigo asking if he's up to go to the club tonight. He immediately responded with yes. I send him the time and place, before shutting off my phone. I looked at the huge stack of papers in front of me. I let out a heavy sigh before I started reading them one by one.

Slowly my mind started to wander to something else. Or not something, but someone.

I sat in the first row at the Milan fashion show, waiting for Zoe to walk the runway. That time Zoe was just a dear friend of mine, nothing else. I was in Milan for a business meeting with my dad. I was in my second year of college and my dad wanted me to gain skills by bringing me to his meetings. I was tapping impatiently with my shoe on the floor, this fashion show was boring.

Then I saw her.

She was stumbling her way to the exit of the building. Her long, wavy brown hair and skin tight peach dress that hugged her curves in all the right places caught my attention.

I need to know who she is.

I excused myself from the people around me and followed the mysterious girl. I saw her outside sitting on a bench with a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

It was chilly outside, but she seemed unbothered.

I walked closer to her and from close up she was even prettier. She had pretty blue-green eyes, which were calm and emotionless. I wanted to reach out and touch her lips, full and glossy red even in the fading light of the evening. But I restrained myself from doing it since it would be creepy.

"You know." she suddenly said, her voice so soft that I could barely hear her. "Haven't you learned that staring is rude and creepy?"

I chuckled as I sat down next to her. Pretty girl had caught me. She looked over at me and said: "What is a good looking guy like you doing here outside with me? All the models are inside."

She was drunk.

I could hear it through the way she talked and the way she smelled. It was a mixture of strawberry and whiskey. For some reasons it was a major turn on.

"What is a pretty girl like you doing here outside, alone and drunk?" I retorted.

She threw her head back and laughed. "I'm here to forget everything for a while." she mumbled after she was done laughing.

"And what do you want to forget?" I asked her in a whisper.

"Everything." She looked at me with her big mischievous blue-green eyes. Her eyes screamed trouble, but I know that she was a good girl. "And you can help me with that."

Before I could ask her how, she grabbed me by my tie and kissed me fully on my lips. Her lips tasted like strawberries and whiskey.

Delicious.

..........

"What are you thinking about?!" A voice woke me up from my thoughts. I looked around and saw Rodrigo leaning on the doorframe, smirking at me. "Is it her?"

"Oh shut up, what are you doing here?"

Rodrigo looked confused at me. "Weren't you the one that called me and asked if we could go clubbing tonight?"

"Isn't it too--" I looked at my watch and my eyes widened. "Never mind, let's go."

It was already nine at night. I didn't know it was this late. I looked at the work I had finished and it wasn't a lot. I grabbed my car keys and walked towards Rodrigo.

"Let's go." I huffed. "And stop smirking, I know you caught me thinking--"

"Drooling." he corrected. "Drooling at the thought of her."

I glared at him. "I wasn't drooling."

He laughed loudly. "Of course you will deny that...I know you better than today Flynnie boy, it's time you tell her."

..........

"What!" Rodrigo screamed making everyone in the vip section stare at us.

"Shut the hell up!" I hissed glancing around the room. "I mean don't shut up, but don't be so fucking loud."

"I can't help and bytheway, redhead's name is not Pamela, It's Poppy."

"Poppy?" I asked dumbfounded.

Rodrigo nodded. "Yes it's Poppy; you're talking about the girlfriend of Jay Williams's right?"

"Yes, but. But...I'm pretty sure she told me her name was Pamela."

"Oh, then I guess you had sex with her aunt. Her aunt's name is Pamela and they look awfully alike."

"What?!" This time I was the one that screamed. I told Rodrigo about everything that happened at Victoria's Secret. And now he's telling me that the redhead I had a one night stand with was not Poppy who I actually thought it was, but it was Pamela her aunt? I need to stop calling girls sweetheart to avoid these types of situations, dammit!

"Man you're screwed...I mean Poppy and Pamela look alike, because Pamela is nothing but a plastic. She wants to look like her niece so bad"

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

I took the whole Martini bottle and gulp it down my throat.

"Hey!" Rodrigo yelled trying to take the Martini bottle out of my hand. "Are you out of your mind? Tomorrow you need to go to office."

"Fuck that!" I growled. "I had a fucking one night stand with Poppy's aunt!"

"It's not the end of the world." Rodrigo snatched the martini bottle out of my hand and hid it under the table. "Your mind is messing with you since you saw her."

"Can I help it?" I groaned. I'm so screwed. How could I not see the difference between Poppy and Pamela. That's right there's no difference, except for the fact that Pamela is horrible in bed.

"I said it so many times and I will say it again...Tell her."

I stared at Rodrigo. "Do you think she will believe me?" I said. "Just like, oh hey I was the guy you had a one night stand with six years ago and I can't get you out of my mind. Do you know how weird that sound?"

"Not if you take her to dinner?"

"Dinner?" I simpered. "Do you know how hard it was to get her in that coffee shop to talk? She despises me."

Rodrigo shook his head as he laughed quietly. "That's why you should stop being a womanizer. Have you ever thought about why she despises you? Yes, because you're a fucking manwhore."

"I really need to clear up my mind." I took out my phone and Rodrigo looked at me wide eyed. "You're not doing what I think you're going to do."

"It's her last day here in New York before she will go back to her new lover in Russia. I might as well enjoy while she's still here."

..........

Jill Malik P.O.V

I did the final touches on my makeup before I walked out of my room to have breakfast. I smelled the pancakes before my other senses registered their presence. I walked into the kitchen to see Reina frying pancakes in her underwear as she was humming an unfamiliar tune.

I snuck up behind her and snagged a piece of Pancake out of the huge stack. I grabbed a plate and retreated with my golden brown pancake towards the syrup. I always wondered how she could make pancakes so perfectly.

After slathering the still steaming pancake with liquid sugar, I gingerly cut off a bite and lifted it towards my mouth.

Pure bliss.

"You look cute today." Reina said as she glanced over at me.

"Thanks, I'm going to a meeting today with Ximena and Claire." I scooped up another bite to replace the one which was quickly dissolving in my mouth.

"Delicious pancakes."

"Thanks." She replied smiling.

After I finished eating my pancakes I grabbed my bag from the counter and walked towards the main door.

"I will see you tonight." I yelled out at Reina who was still in the kitchen.

"Uhm actually I will have dinner with Luca tonight." she said biting her lower lip.

"Well have fun." I said wiggling my eyebrows and giving her a wink.

"Oh, it's not like that!" she yelled before I closed the door behind me.

..........

"Who are we still waiting for?" I asked, annoyed. We were already twenty minutes in the conference room waiting for one person before we could start the meeting. Ximena was standing in the doorway looking stressed while giving Claire orders. I looked around the table and some of them were already getting impatient.

"How long do we still need to wait?" one of them asked impatiently as he looked at his Rolex watch. "The meeting was supposed to start twenty minute ago."

I was about to stand up and ask Ximena what is happening when suddenly a pissed off Flynn stepped in the conference room.

His hair was messy, his eyes bloodshot red, but he still look as handsome as ever. He sat down on the vacant chair and my eyes widened.

All this time we were waiting for him?

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Jill Malik P.O.V

The meeting went really well, except for the fact that one person kept falling asleep constantly. It's annoying and highly unprofessional to hear someone snore when you're in a meeting. Ximena had to elbow him occasionally so he would stay awake. Now and then he glanced over at me and every time he did that my heart makes this weird dance. It's so annoying since I'm supposed to dislike him for what he did yesterday.

Ximena's Brazilian associate were really impressed by the presentation and told her that they would send her an email with their final decision. I was so proud of Ximena. She deserved this. She deserved to expand her business internationally.

..........

"What the hell Flynn?" Ximena growled when everyone left and we were now alone in the conference room. Flynn looked up at her wearily. I doubt that he had breakfast this morning, because he looks exhausted.

"Spare me the lecture, I fucked up I know." he groaned as he leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes. Even when he's like this, he's handsome. His hair was a mess, he looks paler than ever, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and still he looks like a model coming straight out of Forbes magazine. For a hot and smart CEO -he has the looks and he graduated from Harvard with flying colors- he sure is irresponsible.

"You have a hangover on a weekday? Care to explain why?" Ximena tapped angrily on the table with her nails. She always does that when she's angry. I think that's the only reason why she gets her nails done every week, for the sound it makes when she taps with them on the table.

"Stop that, it's annoying." Flynn muttered, pointing at Ximena's nails ticking on the table. "And no, it's none of your business."

She let out an exasperated sigh and looked over at me. I was collecting some papers and was about to head out.

"Uhm, I have to go now, I'll see you tomorrow." I said, not wanting to be in the middle of a possible sibling fight.

"I'll pick you up at eight in the morning."

I nodded. "Sounds good."

I threw a quick glance at Flynn who was half asleep half-awake in the chair before I headed out. During my presentation I'd done that too, throwing quick glances at him. Even when he had a hangover his eyes shined so impossibly blue like there was a sky trapped behind his pupils.

..........

It was a beautiful day in New York City. I was planning to go on a little shopping spree today, but Ethan, one of my closest friends from university, texted me a while ago asking if I was able to join him for lunch. Of course I replied with a yes, since I haven't seen him in a while. He went back to Germany after graduation, because of an internship he got.

I drove to the address Ethan had texted me and I ended up at this place called Margon. I had never eaten here before. I grabbed a small mirror out of my bag and fixed my makeup and hair before getting out of the car.

Margon, was a small restaurant, far from where I'm used to eat. Working for Ximena, gave me the privilege to eat at five star restaurants like Le Bernardin, Gramercy Tavern, Del Posto, etc.

I walked inside the restaurant, searching for Ethan. I found him in the corner waving at me. He hadn't changed that much, the only thing that changed was his hair. In university he had short curly copper brown hair, but now they were tied in a bun on top of his head. The bun was so perfect; I ask myself where he had learned to do that. Until this day, I still can't do the iconic messy Tumblr bun on my hair.

"JJ, long time no see." he walked over at me and gave me a tight hug. "I missed you!"

In university Ethan gave me the nickname JJ, which I didn't approve of the first time. I mean Jill itself was already short, but Ethan being so lazy had to come up with something shorter than Jill.

As time passed by and Ethan kept calling me JJ, I got used to it. He's also the only person who can call me JJ, if someone else would call me that I wouldn't hesitate to punch the person square in the face.

We settled down on a table next to the window and placed our order. "Oh my god, I need to tell you something!" Ethan said excitement visible in his eyes.

"What?" I asked curious. He beckoned me to come closer to him and whispered something in my ear. My eyes widened in surprise and my mouth fell open. No way!

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Chapter 6

Flynn Vasilios P.O.V

"Sir, do you want another cup of coffee?" Timon asked as he picked up the coffee mug from my desk.

"No, I already drank four cups. Can you grab me a sandwich?"

He nodded. "On my way sir."

He walked out of the office and I just sat there in my office thinking about what happened last night.

Last night was just a blur. I can remember that I went to Zoe's hotel, which was a bad idea if I think about it now. After that I can't remember much, only the part where she gave me a blowjob in the kitchen, but that's pretty much it. I can't even remember how her lips felt on my manhood.

This morning I woke up with a bad headache, a naked Zoe on my chest, and fifty missed calls from Timon. I was already ten minutes late to the meeting and I knew Ximena would be furious.

When I arrived in the conference room, the first thing I saw was her. She wore a peach colored dress that ended right above her knee and emphasized all her curves.

Is she even allowed to wear that? It's distracting.

Every time I see her I keep falling more in love with her and each time it gets harder than the last. Every time the feeling gets deeper, more complete. She doesn't know what she's doing to me, but then again... I don't show it.

I tried my hard best to stay awake during the whole meeting, to admire her beauty, to look at her luscious lips as she spoke, but dammit this hangover was the worse.

I don't know how long I can live like this anymore. I had searched for her for two years straight without any result. The only thing I got was: She was not from Milan.

That's when I broke down. She could be anywhere in the world. The only thing I knew about her was her name.

Jill.

There are millions of Jill's on this planet and everyday new ones are born. Looking for her would be like carrying water to the sea. In vain.

I also had her necklace. It was stuck on my suit. I kept that safely with me; maybe one day when I will see her again I would give it back. And now she's here. Right here, in New York. All the years that I have practiced how to approach her, disappeared. My mind is just blank and my heart is in a twist. What the hell is she doing to me?

"Babe."

My body froze. That voice. That dulcet, honeyed, mellisonant voice. I could recognize it out of a thousand other voices.

"Sera." I said through gritted teeth looking slowly up at her.

She was standing in the doorway still beautiful as ever. I can see that the Netherlands had done her really good.

Sera is a beautiful woman, but only on the outside. Her tall frame and slender body were like a Victoria's secret model. She had curly black hair and tanned skin which made her red lips stand out. Her highlight was blinding me as she was dressed in a skintight orange dress that showed off her hourglass figure.

Usually I hated orange on girls, but she could pull off every color. Hell! If she would wear a garbage bag she would still look as beautiful as ever.

Her pretty face and her cleavage could get her anything and anyone. For one year I was the lucky one that could call her my girlfriend, but Sera stays Sera. A gold digging witch.

"Long time no see babe." she graciously walked over to my desk, bent a little bit so I could get a glimpse of her cleavage, before sitting on the chair.

So much for sitting on a chair.

"Excuse me? But who gave you permission to be here and waste my time?"

She laughed. Her laugh was warm and hearty.

Dammit, why does she have this effect on me after two years?

"Babe, how can you say that? I'm your girlfriend, how am I wasting your time?" she gasped as she placed her hand over her heart.

I shook my head lightly. "Have you been taking acting classes lately?"

She chuckled. "That's an insult for me, I was born with this."

"Of course." I muttered. "Born to be the devil of seduction."

"Mmh." she murmured, her eyes glimmering. "I always called myself the devil in disguise, but devil of seduction sounds better."

"Are you here to waste my time Sera because---" I wasn't in the mood to talk to her. Once upon a time I liked her, but now she's just nothing to me. The feelings I still have for her are just lust and not love. I would have probably banged her the moment she stepped into my office, but the hangover and the thought of Jill stopped me from doing so.

She held her index finger up. "Tsk.Tsk. I didn't come here to waste your time, the reason I came here is to continue what we had."

I stared at her agape. If she thinks that I will take her back after what she did, she's so wrong.

"What we had is dead Sera. Get over it!"

She chuckled softly. "No it's not. Not until I say it is."

"I'm not afraid to reject you Sera, now get the hell out of my office." I was getting annoyed by her presence. I know that she has never been rejected before, but for everything there's a first time.

She pouted. "Flynn, honey. Did you find someone else?"

Yes! I wanted to scream. Someone better than you.

"I don't see how that is any of your business." I said instead.

She laughed. Not the cute kind of laugh, but the hysterical kind of laugh.

"You're mine Flynn. Mine!" she stated firmly as she glared at me from under her thick eyelashes.

I couldn't help, but chuckle. "I'm the one that should be possessive here, not you. What you did was unforgivable."

Her eyes squinted as she glared at me. "I already told you sorry." She pursed her lips and knitted her eyebrows giving me the sad puppy dog face.

I rolled my eyes. I saw that face so many times already during our so called relationship. "Even if you say sorry a hundred times, it will not change the fact that you have slept with the Dutch prime minister and even elope with him."

"You were so busy with work and you couldn't satisfy my needs!" she defended herself. As if the Dutch prime minister could do that. He was old, he could be her dad.

I laughed at her poor excuse. The truth is, she's a gold-digger. "And what makes you think I'm a changed man now? I'm still as busy as ever."

"And that's where you're wrong." she said as she brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "You're not the one that changed. I am."

I stared at her for a good minute before bursting out in laughter.

"What's so funny?" she looked at me confused.

"You? Changed?" I provoked.

"You don't believe me?" she asked in disbelief.

"Of course... not. Now will you please get your butt out of my office, you're wasting my time."

Right then Timon came into my office with my sandwich. "Uhm, am I interrupting something?" his eyes went to me and Sera.

"Yes." "No." We both said simultaneously.

Timon raised his eyebrows at me.

I looked at Sera and said sternly, "Did your latest boyfriend fuck your brain out, because I already told you to get your butt out of my office, or I will call my security to do it for you!"

A cruel sneer formed on her smooth face as she stood up and leaned forward, eyes bearing straight into mine.

"You and I are unfinished business!" With that she stormed out of my office, slamming the door behind her shut, making the paintings on my walls shatter on the floor.

"Bitch!"

.........

Jill Malik P.O.V

"Are you done yet?" Ximena was knocking softly on the aluminum bathroom door.

"In a minute." I hurriedly stuffed all my clothes in my bag and adjusted my bikini strap in the huge mirror.

Twenty minutes ago we arrived at this big elegant yacht with a stylish white superstructure and a distinguished blue hull. On the side there was written in bold letters: F. Vasilios.

The yacht was even more beautiful from inside. It was beautifully crafted, opulent and the spacious interior offers multiple options for dining, relaxation and entertainment.

There was also a cinema, a gymnasium, several bars, a large deck pool, state-of-the-art audio/visual and communication systems as well as a glass elevator serving four decks and a private observation lounge.

I couldn't help then to swoon over everything. It was so beautiful, elegant, and classy.

I opened the door of the bathroom and Ximena was standing there in her white bikini with flower embroidery.

"How do you do that?" Ximena stared at me, hands on her hips, as she took in my appearance.

"Do what?" I asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

"Wearing a plain black bikini and still look so damn sexy."

"Hey, hey." I chuckled. "If there's anyone who looks hot and sexy here, it's definitely you."

She shook her head wildly. "Oh hell no, what's your diet secret?"

Diet secret?

I laughed at the stupid question, but stopped abruptly when I saw Ximena's serious expression. "You're not serious right?"

She snorted. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

"Well, to answer your question. No, I don't have a diet secret."

"What?" she exclaimed her eyes turning the size of Texas. "You're kidding!"

"Nope."

"Dammit, the world is so unfair." she mutters incoherently.

"Ah shut up, you have a killer body yourself."

She laughed. "To have this killer body I need to go for a jog every morning and I need to watch what I eat. I only need to smell chocolate and I will gain twenty five pounds. Anyways let's go, I want to show you the pool."

I put my bag with clothes in one of the big drawers and followed Ximena through the big yacht. I'm pretty sure that without her I would get lost.

We were in the living room, on our way to the pool when Flynn, Rodrigo, and an unfamiliar girl arrived.

Please don't tell me she's one of Flynn's regulars, she's way too pretty for that. She didn't acknowledge us, because she was busy glaring at Rodrigo.

Is she a new girlfriend of Rodrigo? But they look awfully alike.

"Rodrigo!" she stomped. "Don't ignore me!"

We all looked at her with raised eyebrows. "I'm sorry." she said apologetically to us, "It's just that my beloved brother here refused to stop at McDonalds, because he said and I quote 'there's food in the yacht that's healthier'. I'm not twelve for god sake!"

Ximena chuckled. "Aren't you supposed to go on a diet for your next photoshoot? I don't think Ashley would be pleased if she heard you ate McDonalds."

"Finally someone who understands!" Rodrigo exclaimed throwing his hands in the air. "That's what I was trying to tell her."

"She will not know, what she didn't see!" she replied casually, and then looked at me. "You!" she exclaimed, running towards me and embracing me in a bone crushing hug.

She released me and then looked at me with the biggest smile plastered on her face. "Hi! I'm Ellie, you must be Jill."

I just stared at her shocked and confused. "Y-yeah" I stammered, "How did you know?"