The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

Flynn Vasilios P. O. V

She looked like a goddess in the middle of the room. In her red satin dress she looked like the princess version of red riding hood.

Innocent, sweet, and beautiful.

Ellie ran towards her for a hug and the smile on her face was what I wanted to see every day for the rest of my life. The way her soft red lips lifted upward. The way her teeth are perfectly aligned. The warm glow her happiness gives.

Her smile is a ray of sunshine, and I am a sunburn.

When Ellie released her out of her hug she walked towards us. Her footsteps were light and timid as she slowly approaches us, watching me through her gorgeous blue-green eyes. I can only imagine what might be going through her head. Is she still mad at me?

She hugged Rodrigo and I couldn’t help but feel jealous. I feel like her and Rodrigo have a really great bond and I want to have that too. Shit, I want to have more than a really great bond. I wanted her to be mine.

When it was my turn to hug she just extended her hand to me for a handshake. Really? So she’s still mad at me.

“Good evening Vasilios.” she said extending her hand to me for a handshake. The way my last name came out of her sexy mouth was so perfect to be real.

Since she couldn’t come up with a suitable nickname for me – I didn’t approve of her choice of nicknames bytheway – she decided to stick with calling me Vasilios even though I told her to just call me Flynn.

I looked dumbfounded at her hand. “No hug?” I pouted. I was disappointed to say the least. I thought she already forgave me.

She rolled her eyes.

“I haven’t forgiven you yet Vasilios!” she said flatly.

“What?!” I asked, disappointed. I had sent her flowers for two weeks straight and that obviously didn’t work to get her to forgive me.

I just threw her in the water, nothing bad. Except for the fact that the water was freezing cold. I hadn’t really thought of that. But it was funny and it was also a good excuse to have her in my arms afterwards so she wouldn’t become a human ice cube.

“It has been two weeks and it wasn’t so bad pudding.”

“It was freezing cold you moron and I don’t forgive so easily.”

Ah, there’s my feisty little pudding.

I raised my eyebrow. “Oh really?” I smirked. “I have sent you so many bouquets the last two weeks. Do you want more so you can forgive me faster?”

She shook her head wildly. “Oh please don’t, my apartment look like a botanical garden right now.”

I laughed. “So, hug?” I tried again.

She sighed defeated, “Fine, a hug.”

I grinned as I walked slowly up to her and pulled her closer to me wrapping my arms around her small body. I felt her head resting on my chest. I buried my face in her hair and inhaled her scent. It brought me back to six years ago.

Strawberries and Whiskey.

She gasped and pushed me off her. “What did you just say?” she asked shocked.

“W-what?” I looked confused at her.

“You said something…”

I shook my head. “I think I got lost in the moment.”

“You said strawberries and whiskey.” she whispered, and continued “What do you know about that?”

“I told you I got lost in the moment”

I looked at the panic expression on her face and that’s when I realized that she knew about it.

She knew about the one night stand.

But why can’t she remember me? Or is she just pretending?

……….

Jill Malik P. O. V

“How’s everything at home Tia?” I put my phone on loudspeaker as I was wiping the makeup off my face.

I just returned from Ximena’s party when I decided to give aunt Lydia a call. I haven’t talked to her and Milan in almost two weeks.

It was two in the morning in New York, but in Barcelona it was already eight in the morning and aunt Lydia and Milan would be awake and have breakfast.

“Everything is alright, how’s New York?” Aunt Lydia asked. I heard Milan’s voice in the background asking for churros. “No! No Churros first drink your milk.”

I chuckled softly as I heard Aunt Lydia talking to Milan. “He still doesn’t like milk?” I asked.

When Milan was still a baby he refused to drink milk like other babies. While it took only a couple minutes to feed a baby, it took me a whole half day to feed Milan.

“Oh no, I have to bribe him with churros to drink milk.”

I laughed, typical Milan.

“Are you coming for his birthday? He’s asking for you.”

I nodded, but realized that Aunt Lydia couldn’t see me. “Yes, I will. I already told Ximena about it.” I said.

“Good.” Aunt Lydia said as she let out a breath of relieve. I know that she’s happy to finally see me again. “You haven’t seen him in two years.”

“Yeah.” I sighed. I had missed his fourth and fifth birthday and I still feel so guilty that I couldn’t make it only if it was for a couple of hours. “I was busy with finishing school and stuff.”

“I know, are you planning to take Milan to New York with you?”

I stayed silent for a while when Aunt Lydia asked me that question. I was contemplating about taking him with me; New York has a lot of opportunities for him. “I don’t know Tia, I don’t want you to live alone in Barcelona.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll manage.”

“No, I’ll not take Milan with me. If he’s old enough to decide what he wants, he can make his own decision. I’ll always be there for him.”

“You’re really smart carina, I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re so kind, generous–,”

“Oh tia.” I interrupted her, “You would be just fine.”

“No, no… I don’t even want to think about how close I was to lose you.”

“But you didn’t. I’m still alive.” I whispered.

Memories about what happened six years ago start making its way to my head.

“I’m sorry, lo siento mucho.”

“It’s okay Tia, it’s the… past and it’s not your fault.”

“I want Churros! I already drank my milk.” I heard Milan’s voice in the background. I smiled at the sound of him. He’s such a big boy now.

“You didn’t.” Aunt Lydia said accusingly. “I saw you throwing it away in the sink.”

I laughed at that. And he’s probably also a bad boy. “Do you hear this Jill?” Aunt Lydia huffed and I imagined her rolling her eyes. “He’s not drinking his milk.”

“I am! Can I have a churro now?” Milan yelled in the background

Aunt Lydia sighed; she had a soft spot for that boy. He had her wrapped around his little finger. “Okay, let me end this call first. I’ll talk to you later Jill. Te amo.”

“Te amo.” I said, before ending the call. I put my phone down on my nightstand and suddenly everything that happened six years ago started to make its way to my head. I had tried to forget and move on, but every now and then something or someone had to remind me about it. I can’t get rid of that someone, because that someone is Milan.

I sat on my bed as I let the memories take over my head. It was so long ago, but it felt like it had happened yesterday.

“Hey don’t cry.” Larissa whispered as she hugged me. How can I not cry? We were the ‘it’ couple at school, four years strong and then bam just like that everything’s gone.

Our future plans, our marriage, the baby names. We even agreed that our first child name would be Aliyah for a girl and Xavier for a boy. Now I can’t use those names anymore, because it would remind me of him.

“He broke up with me.” I sobbed as I buried my face in the hem of her shirt.

“Who?” Larissa asked. I bet she forgot that I was dating Mateo.

“Mateo! We were together since freshman year.” How I wished I could see the future then I didn’t had to go through this horrible, heartbreaking, and painful process.

“Oh poor thing” Larissa whispered as she hugged me tighter.

Larissa was the only daughter of Aunty Lydia and Uncle David. When her father died two years ago she moved to Milan, to pursue her career in fashion. She left high school behind and with the money her father left for her in his will she enrolled in a fashion school in Milan.

Aunt Lydia didn’t stop her, because she knew that’s the way how Larissa is trying to get over the loss of her father.

Larissa was my everything. She was my only friend and my human diary. I always told her about my problems and I know that my secrets were safe with her.

When Mateo -my boyfriend since freshman year- broke up with me after I gave my valedictorian speech, I was shattered. My world crumbled, all the plans I had with him vanished. How can someone be so cruel?

The reason of the break up? He said that he couldn’t do long distance. I got a scholarship to study in the USA and he got one to study in Switzerland. He didn’t even want to try.

The most painful thing about the breakup? I wasted four years of my life on some loser, who not only broke up with me, but also had a secret relationship with a girl in Switzerland.

During spring break of senior year he went to visit a college in Switzerland. When he came back, I knew that something was wrong because he became distant, but I didn’t really care about it. It was senior year after all.

On graduation day I saw an unfamiliar girl sitting with his parents. I assumed it was his cousin or family friend I haven’t met yet. When his parents came to congratulate me, I felt that Mateo was getting uncomfortable next to me. He was shifting from his left feet to his right.

“What babe?” I asked as he was fidgeting nervously with his cap. “N-nothing.” he stuttered.

When the unfamiliar girl next to his parents saw him her eyes lit up and she ran towards him. Long lost cousin perhaps?

“Congratulations babe!” she squealed.

Definitely not a long lost cousin.

When those words left her mouth my whole body went numb. I was frozen on spot staring at Mateo with teary eyes as he pecked the girl on her lips. So that’s why he was so distant all those months…

“I- I can explain Jill… It’s–”

I interrupted him and screamed: “Shut up! I don’t need no fucking explanation gilipollas . I saw enough!”

I ran out of the graduation ceremony and cried my heart out in the car. My head was a mess and I couldn’t think straight.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Larissa.

That was the first thing that came into my mind. I need to go to Larissa. I started the car and with a messed up head I started my ten hour journey to Milan.

This morning I arrived in Milan. Larissa had called Aunt Lydia to tell her I was here. Poor Aunty was worried sick.

“It will be alright.” Larissa cooed. “He is not worth your tears.”

She rubbed my back and fed me soup. “I really missed you Lari.” I hiccupped.

“I missed you too Jill, but you know that I can’t go back or at least not yet.” she whispered.

“Why?” I asked softly

“Milan is my future. Barcelona is… I’m not ready to go back yet. It still hurts.”

I hugged her tightly. “Sooner or later you should visit. Aunt Lydia misses you.”

She smiled faintly at me. “I know… I miss mom too.”

She looked at her watch and her eyes widened. “Goodness, I need to get ready for the fashion show.”

“Fashion show?” I asked wonderingly.

She nodded. “Yeah, there’s a fashion show tonight.” she paused for a second and then looked at me, “You should come.”

I shook my head. “That’s not a good idea.”

“It is a good idea. I don’t want you to stay here and overthink everything.”

I stayed quiet, the only thing I need right now is ice cream, Netflix, and a box with tissues.

“Finish your soup, I’ll send a dress and makeup up to your room.” Larissa said before she exited my room. Well, I guess she didn’t take no for an answer.

I looked around the room. It was a beautiful baronial room decorated in an old fashioned style. There were lots of antics in different cabinets, but beside that I also spotted a cabinet with all types of liquor.

If Larissa wanted me to go to that fashion show at least I need to clear my mind somehow. Whiskey can help me with that. Whiskey always does.

I walked to the cabinet and took a bottle of whiskey and hid it in my bag. It’s a bad idea, but not as bad as dating Mateo for four fucking years.

Suddenly I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door and there was a girl in a maid uniform holding a peach colored dress and shoes in her hand along with a pink bag which I assumed there was makeup in it.

“Thank you.” I said as I took everything from her.

“You’re welcome. Miss said the driver will be here in an hour.”

I nodded and closed the door again. I put everything on the bed and took a shower. I could choose from all different kind of shower gels and shampoo, but I chose for the strawberry one. If I get drunk tonight at least I will smell good.

After I was done I put the dress on, which was really tight on me, considering that Larissa is one size smaller than I am. I combed my hair, applied some makeup, applied my favorite red matte lipstick and a coat of strawberry chap stick over it, slip on my shoes, grabbed my bag, and headed downstairs.

Larissa was waiting for me in her silky robe at the end of the stairs. “You look hot girlfriend!” she squealed as she looked at me from head to toe.

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.