The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

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?

……….

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!

…….

###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.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

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.”