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I forced a smile. "Thanks, why aren't you dressed?"
"I will get dressed at the show, come on let's go. The show will start in forty minutes."
We stepped in the car and drove to the fashion show. At the fashion show Larissa gave me a seat in the second row as she went backstage to change. After she went backstage, I grabbed the whiskey bottle out of my bag and started to drink. Slowly, but surely the alcohol started to work.
I was already waiting thirty minutes for the show to start and still there was nothing. No models, only music. To make things worse there was a couple in front of me acting all lovey dovey with each other.
Every Time they kissed I wanted to throw the whiskey bottle at their heads, but then again I didn't want to be charged for murder.
Chapter 9
Fresh air.
I needed fresh air before I puke over this entire place ruining the dresses from the people who sat next to me. I stood up from my seat and made my way to the exit.
It was dark and chilly outside, but I didn't care.
I found a bench nearby and decided to sit there until I felt better again. From the corner of my eyes I could see someone staring at me. It was creepy, but he was hot.
"You know." I said my voice so soft that I could barely hear myself. "Haven't you learned that staring is rude and creepy?"
He chuckled and sat down next to me. I looked over at him and said: "What is a good looking guy like you doing here outside with me? All the models are inside."
He was handsome. He had champagne blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and I could see his six pack through the thin fabric of his shirt. To top all of that, his voice was deep and husky, a huge turn on.
"What is a pretty girl like you doing here outside, alone and drunk?" he retorted.
I threw my head back and laughed.
"I'm here to forget everything for a while." I mumbled after I was done laughing. I don't know why I was laughing, the whiskey is probably working. It did the thinking, the talking, and now the laughing. I wondered what's next.
"And what do you want to forget?" he asked in a whisper.
"Everything." I looked at him with my big mischievous blue-green eyes. There's a myth that says that people with blue-green eyes can hypnotize people. Usually I would just laugh at that, because I don't believe in myths like how I don't believe in happy endings anymore. But now it didn't matter, because I wasn't doing the thinking. Whiskey did. "And you can help me with that."
Before my brain could process what my hands was about to do I grabbed him by his white shirt and kissed him fully on his lips. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. Where did I learn to kiss like this? I never kissed Mateo like this.
I wanted to pull away before I lose myself in him but I can't seem to...In this moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight. His lips felt so soft and warm on mine. I felt his hands on my back playing with the ends of my hair.
"Room." he whispered huskily as he pulled away slowly. "We need privacy."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him to god knows where. At this point my mind was blank and the only thing that mattered to me was that hot stranger. Part of me knew what was going on, but the other part of me was just whiskey.
Somehow we ended up in a cab, kissing again. This time even deeper and hotter. I felt bad for the driver who had to witness this through his rear view mirror.
Suddenly the cab stopped and he took my hand and we walked to what seem like a huge house. I blinked my eyes a little and I noticed it was not a huge house.
It was a hotel.
We got a card and walked to our room. I know where this was going, but somehow I couldn't just process it. My mind was blank, my heart was racing wildly, and my eyes were fixed on that handsome stranger in front of me. The whiskey was slowly taking over my whole body and at this point I didn't care at all.
We entered the room and before the door even closed properly, he scooped me up and pressed me against the wall. His lips covered mine and the world seemed to disappear around us. "What's your name?" he asked as he teasingly bit my bottom lip.
I giggled. "Jill"
"Jill!" I woke up from my thoughts as I heard Reina yelling my name outside my door.
"What?!" I yelled back, as I placed my hand on my heart. That was so intense.
"Are you crying?" she asked.
"No, why do you think that?"
"I thought I heard you sniffing."
I touched my face and it was wet from tears. Dammit. I have been crying all the time.
"No, I haven't."
It was silent for a while and I thought she went back to her room.
"Are you catching a cold? Do you want me to make you soup?"
I smiled at her question. What did I do to deserve a best friend like her?
"No, it's ok. I'll just sleep it off."
"Okay, if there's anything, don't hesitate to wake me up."
"I will not."
"Okay."she said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
..........
Flynn Vasilios P.O.V
I looked into her bright blue-green eyes. She was so pretty and sophisticating. A little minx, a temptress without even trying. "What's your name?" I asked as I teasingly bit her bottom lip.
She giggled. "Jill"
"Mh."I murmured. "Mine's Flynn."
"Daddy Flynn?" she whispered, her eyes holding a mischievous glint.
I chuckled. "Daddy Flynn for you only, Pudding." I said as I kissed her neck, a wave of pure pleasure ran through my entire body. The smell of strawberry and whiskey on her was intoxicating. As I kissed my way gently up her neck to her lips that taste of whisky, the scenery disappeared and I was lost in the moment.
"Jill." I breathed as I carried her to the bed. I put her on top of me.
She was so small, so pretty, and so innocent.
I held her firmly on her waist as she tried to wiggle her way out of it, not knowing that she is waking up my big fella. Her eyes widened when it started to poke her tights.
"Wow." she gasped as she leaned over to me, grabbing the glass of water on the night stand.
"I am not Jill!" A shrill voice yelled causing me to jump out of bed. My hair and my face were wet; someone had thrown water on me. I looked at my bed and saw an angry blonde girl only in her black lingerie.
"What the hell was that for?" I snapped as I grabbed a towel and dried my face.
"You were calling me Jill. Who the hell is Jill? I am Samantha!" she sneered.
Shit.
I must have dreamed about Jill again. Lately I keep getting dreams about Jill and the one night stand, making my current one night stands furious.
The blonde girl, whose name was probably Samantha jumped out of my bed, took her clothes and stormed out of the hotel room.
Well at least she did it on herself today, because usually I had to let my security drag her out.
I sighed as I sat on the edge of my bed. Maybe Rodrigo was right.
I should tell her.
..........
Jill Malik P.O.V
"Did you already come up with a name for my eyeshadow palette?" Ximena asked as I took a seat across her in her office. She looked like she didn't have a good night sleep in days.
I shook my head as I took a sip of my coffee. It was dark, bitter, and hot. It totally matches my soul. "I'm stuck between Wildest Dream and Dangerous love."
"Those are actually really good. I like wildest dream."
"You do? I like that one too." I said relieved. I was actually happy that she likes the name, because I was running out of time, patience, and names. "How's wedding planning going."
She sighed, as she propped her elbows on the table and rested her head on her hand. "It's going great, there's just so much to do in such a short time."
"I bet there is. The engagement party two weeks ago was so well planned; I don't think Blake will disappoint you on your wedding day."
She nodded, but I could see emptiness in her eyes. "Yeah, he comes home late every night. I barely see him."
So that's why she's so flabby. I completely understand why Blake don't want her to worry about the wedding and stuff, but I think that he should also hire someone who could do most of the work instead of him doing it by himself. He had a million dollar company to run and a million dollar wedding to plan, no wonder he comes home late.
"You moved in with him?" I asked surprised. Last time I checked she was still living with her parents. Ximena had her own pent house, but she only stayed there occasionally.
"Yes, since the engagement party."
I haven't had a decent conversation with Ximena since the engagement party. After the engagement party she went to Brazil to seal the deal with her Brazilian associates. She stayed there for a couple of days, because she also wanted to attend a fashion show in Rio de Janeiro.
After that she went straight to Dubai, because Blake cousin got married. When she came back I was constantly in meetings with the HR and PR manager discussing the launch of the makeup line, the place where it will be held, and the exact date of the launch. Today was the first time in weeks since we finally had lunch together.
"So when are you planning to go to Barcelona?" Ximena asked dipping her fries in ketchup.
"I was thinking about this weekend. I will book my tickets to--"
Ximena held her index finger up signaling me to stop. She looked at the main door and cursed inwardly.
"Flynn, I know you're there." she yelled, staring daggers at the door. I heard a soft chuckle and the door flew open revealing a grinning Flynn.
"How did you know sis? Hey Jill." he said, smiling at me.
I noticed that he had a small dimple on his right cheek when he smiled. A knot formed in my stomach, because that reminded me of someone.
Six years ago.
He had a dimple too, on the exact same spot as Flynn. I remembered the kisses I gave that poor dimple, because it was just so damn attractive.
What if Flynn--? No, it can't be.
I shook my head, trying to get that ridiculously idea out of my head. If it was Flynn, I'm pretty sure he would make fun of me the very first time he met me.
Ximena rolled her eyes at the question of her brother. "I can smell your presence from a mile away."
"Now you're exaggerating." he said, a small chuckle escaping from his throat. "Anyway, I heard you were talking about going to Barcelona this weekend?"
"So you were eavesdropping too?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "That's just rude."
He laughed and shook his head. "Do you think I have time to eavesdrop two drama queens? You guys were talking really loud."
"We are not drama queens!" Ximena exclaimed offended, "and I'm not the one going to Barcelona. Jill is."
"Oh." Flynn said surprised, his eyes landing on me again. "You can fly with me."
"Excuse me?" I was confused what he meant by that.
"Well..." he explained, when he saw the confused expression on my face, "I need to meet a business associate in Barcelona this weekend, so I was thinking maybe you can fly with me."
"That's a great idea!" Ximena exclaimed, too happy for my liking. "You can save money on a ticket."
I shook my head. That's so not going to happen. "No, I don't think it's a good idea."
"What do you mean not a good idea?" Ximena asked bewildered. "This is the best idea Hun, you don't have to spend money on a ticket and you'll also have my annoying brother with you."
"Hey, I'm not annoying, little brat." Flynn huffed. Ximena turned her head towards him and glared.
"Did you just call me brat?" She put her hands on her waist and shot him a deadly glare.
"Oh I did." he answered back sassily. I tried to hold back my laugh. Flynn and sass is so cute.
"Don't sass me, you dickhead."
"This dickhead is your beloved brother."
"Beloved brother my ass."
"Okay guys, siblings fight is for home. You can go all WWE on each other for all I care." I interrupted their oh-so-wonderful conversation. I was not feeling to listen to their endless insults towards each other.
Ximena laughed. "Oh remember Flynn, when I pushed you down the stairs when you were six. Hilarious!"
"My leg was in a cast for a month, what was so hilarious about that?"
"Okay guys. Seriously stop it" I said in a huff. "Anyway, we were talking about Barcelona and my answer is still no."
"Come on." Ximena pouted. "Think about how much money you can save."
"I don't want to be a burden to anyone."
"Who says you're a burden? I offered you; it's not the other way around." Flynn said reluctantly.
"But still." I protested.
"Oh please, stop overthinking Jill." Ximena said, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.
I let out a frustrated groan as I was silently thinking if this was a good idea. Even though it wasn't there was no way I could talk this idea out of their heads.
"Fine, so Friday morning?"
Flynn's face lit up and he nodded. "Yeah, I'll send a driver for you."
"I can drive myself Vasilios."
He chuckled. "I know you can, but where do you want to leave your car?"
I haven't thought of that. "Okay, send me a driver then. What time?"
"Ten in the morning."
"Okay good."
"That's settled then, so big brother why are you here again?" Ximena asked with her hands on her hips.
"I just wanted to hand you this." He gave her a stack of papers. "Go through them, you might find it interesting."
Ximena nodded as she eyed the huge stack of papers Flynn shoved in her face. "And why couldn't you send someone to deliver these to me?"
"I just came from a meeting and happen to pass your workplace, so why not stop and pay my little sister a visit on my way back." He said, giving her a cheesy grin.
She shook her head like she didn't want to believe him. "Excuses, excuses."
"Hey, you have to admit those are valid excuses. Anyway, I need to go now. I will see you Friday Jill." He gave me a wink and excited the office.
"So..." Ximena said when Flynn closed the door behind him; I'm pretty sure she saw the wink.
"What's going on between you and my brother?"
...........
Jill Malik P.O.V
"Do you need anything else Miss Malik?" the flight attendant with bright red lipstick asked.
"No, thank you very much." I replied as I watch her taking the plates of my table. I just had a deliciously unhealthy breakfast. Pancakes with a lot of syrup and whip cream.
"Oh well, if you need anything else don't hesitate to call me over."
I smiled sincerely at her. "I will not."
"Enjoy the rest of the flight." She said and walked back to the kitchen.
I pulled out my laptop and decided to finish my work before I arrive in Barcelona. I still had five hours to go.
This morning Flynn had send a limo to pick me up even though I told him to just send a regular car. But no, he had to send a freaking limo. How extra can someone be? Everyone who sat in the lobby stared outside, wondering which celebrity arrived.
Sadly I disappointed them when I walked out of the elevator in my sweatpants and crop top, as I pulled my suitcases behind me. The driver, who was standing casually at the counter talking to the receptionist, just watched me struggle as I made my way outside. I don't think he knew that I was the one he was supposed to pick up. He finally realized it when I was opening the door of the limo and start stuffing my stuff inside.
To say he was shocked was just an understatement. I couldn't blame the poor man too, I looked like crap anyway.
First of all I woke up late and second of all I got my period which meant cramps. I don't get cramps often, but when I do they are the worse.
I shook my head and focused back on my work. I don't know for how long I had work, because a cough stopped me from typing. I looked up tiredly and saw the flight attendant hovering over me.
"Yes?"
"Miss Malik, Mr. Vasilios wishes to see you" she said politely.
"Why?" I asked. Since I stepped into the plane I haven't seen him. When I got out of the limo I saw him quickly disappearing in the plane. The flight attendant - who showed me my seat and store my suitcases-, told me that he didn't want to be disturbed.
"I don't know the answer on that ma'am. He's at the back of the plane."
I nodded as I closed my laptop. "I'll be there in a minute."
"Ok, I will tell him." with that she walked back where Flynn was sitting.
I stood up and made my way towards the back of the plane. On my way there the flight attendant passed me and gave me a small smile.
In the far back Flynn was sitting casually with his legs on the other seat, his gaze focusing on his laptop. "Why did you call me?" I asked as I stood in front of him.