The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

“You asked her to be your girlfriend on my table?” his dad exclaimed.

“Dad, it’s not your table.” Flynn said through gritted teeth, a little bit annoyed.

His mom patted the back of his dad. “Honey, it’s okay. You should be happy, this table brings luck. We have been together for so long now.”

“That’s right honey.” His dad turned his attention to me. “And what is your full name young lady?”

“Jill.” I answered, but then realized he wanted my full name. “Jill Malik.”

“Friend of Ximena?” the old lady asked surprised. “She always talks about you and I didn’t had a clue who you were. I’m Jolie, but you can call me Jo. Your future mother-in-law.” She winked at me as she said the last sentence.

It was weird that I’ve never saw them before. Even on Ximena’s graduation ceremony and engagement party. Now I remember that I saw a glimpse of them during both the graduation ceremony and engagement party, but I never bothered to ask who they were.

“I’m Sullivan, nice to meet you dear.” the old man gave me a kind smile.

“Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Vasilios.”

“So,” Jolie looked at her son, “When are you going to bring her for dinner.”

Flynn face turned sour. “Mom!” he grunted, “Dinner has to wait. At least for a couple of months.”

“What!” Jolie’s eyes widened, it looked like she was about to get a mini heart-attack. “Months?! Honey, why?”

“Because,” Flynn let out a deep sigh, “I know that once I bring her to dinner, the topic marriage will follow me everyday, all day. We just started dating.”

Jolie pouted. “Honey.” She looked at Sullivan with pleading eyes. “Tell your son to bring Jill to our family dinner.” She then looked at me. “You’re perfect for my son, better than that Zoe girl.”

“Mom!” Flynn warned. “Zoe was once my friend.”

“Was.” his mom said, “Until you turned her into a ….” Jolie stopped talking and made a ugly face. “Anyway, you are way better. Educated with a successful job and you have morals. Just what my son need.”

Flynn looked at his dad with pleading eyes. “Can you please tell mom to talk a little less?”

“You will not, Sullivan!” Jolie warned.

Sullivan sighed deeply and looked at me. “Sometimes I feel like a middle child.”

I chuckled when he said that. “So are you guys going to have a picnic here?” I asked.

Sullivan nodded. “Yes, it’s our anniversary.”

That’s the most sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. This is what I call relationship goals.

“We were about to leave.” I said, standing up and started to pack and clean the table. “We were done anyway.”

Flynn stood up and helped me pack. We cleaned the table so Jolie and Sullivan could have their date in peace.

“I’ll see you later Mr. and Mrs. Vasilios.” I waved at them.

“See you soon Jill.” They waved back.

Flynn swung his arm around my shoulder and pushed me against him.

“So, your mom is interesting.”

Flynn grumbled. “I’m sorry you had to hear that about Zoe. My mom can sometimes be a little bit straight forward.”

I shrugged. “I guess that’s fine by me. But we should talk about your regulars if you want this relationship to work.”

He nodded. “I know you would ask me about this sooner or later. Don’t worry, I will. But not now.”

He looked at me and planted a kiss on my forehead. “Today, I just want to kiss you. A lot.”

…….

I still can’t believe I’m now officially Flynn’s girlfriend. It feels so surreal, because I never thought I would end up with him.

Yesterday after he dropped me off, we ended up in a heated makeout session. The way he kissed me, touched me, it reminded me so much of him. I feel so complete with Flynn, like he was actually the one I was waiting for in all those six years.

But I know it couldn’t be. Or could it?

I don’t know. Not remembering most of the things that happened that night, is not pleasant. Another reason I never ever touched a whiskey bottle after that night.

I shook my head and continued walking. I was on a little shopping spree, because Flynn messaged me this morning, that he wanted to take me to Paris. He’s actually going to seal a business deal, but he said that there was still enough time to go out and go sight seeing.

First I was protesting, because the launch of Ximena’s makeup palette, was going to be in a couple of days. But he promised me that he would bring me home, two days before the launch. After a lot of convincing from him and Ximena, I decided to go. Which meant I needed to do some shopping.

I was about to walk into Macy’s when someone called my name. I turned around and saw Ethan with a beautiful girl next to him walking towards me.

“Ethan!” my face lit up as I saw him.

“JJ, finally we meet again.” he gave me a side hug and then faced the girl next to him. “Irina, she’s Jill my best friend. Jill, this is Irina my fiancee.”

The last time Ethan and I met was when we had lunch at Margon restaurant. There he told me that he was engaged with a Jordanian woman, named Irina who also was on the internship program. It was love at first sight and five months after dating, he proposed to her.

I was shocked to say the least. I never thought he was the first one who would get engaged. He always said that he didn’t believe in love at the first sight, but here he was engaged to the woman he fell in love with the very first time he saw her.

“How are you?” I asked Irina. She was so pretty. Long shiny black hair, big dark green eyes, and long black eyelashes.

“I’m doing well.” she replied shyly. “We’re doing some shopping, because we’re planning to move to Jordan.”

“Really?” I asked surprised. “That’s great. When?”

“When Ethan gets the job in Jordan. We can get an email anytime now.” She looked at Ethan with a small smile and I could see how much she loved him.

Ethan nodded. “Yes, once I get an email we are moving immediately.”

“That’s awesome Ethan!” I was so happy for him, that he got what he wanted. “And what about you Irina?”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Me?” she asked, “I’ll take over my parent’s business.”

I nodded. That makes sense.

I looked at my watch and my eyes widened. Flynn would be at my apartment in an hour and I still needed to go to Macy’s.

“It was great to finally meet you.” I hugged Irina. “But I’ve to go now. I hope to see you both before you leave for Jordan.”

“I’ll give you a call.” Ethan promised.

I said my goodbyes to them and walked into Macy’s to buy the last stuff I needed for Paris.

…….

I sprinkled some green parmesan cheese on the Cajun chicken pasta, before serving it on the plates.

Flynn was about to come any moment now.

After I was done shopping, I did some quick grocery shopping. Then I facetimed aunt Lydia and put my phone on the fridge so she could give me directions on how to make Cajun chicken pasta.

I was planning to make my favorite dish and probably the only dish I could make on top of my head, but I decided to try something new.

I heard the front door opening and closing and I knew it was Flynn. I told him in the message that he could just walk in, I would leave the door open. I looked down at my outfit and it wasn’t that bad.

I wore a Ivory shift dress, that had a little bit sauce on the bottom, but it looked presentable. I walked into the living room and Flynn was placing his jacket on the couch.

“How was work Casanova?” I stood on my tippy toes and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Mmh good.” he mumbled against my lips. “I don’t like that nickname.”

I giggled. “What do you want me to call you then? Chunky butt? Muffin?”

“You’re so horrible in giving nicknames.” he chuckled, placing another kiss on my lips. Before I knew it, he held my waist firmly and sat down on the couch, placing me on his lap. “Mi amor, would be cute.”

“Nope.” I said, shaking my head. “Milan is my mi amor.”

He laughed. “Well then you have two.”

“No, you chunky butt.” I playfully slapped him and tried to wiggle myself out of this position.

“I swear, you are waking up the big fella of this chunky butt if you will not stop wiggling.” he warned, trying to hold me still.

“What?” For a minute I didn’t know what he was talking about. “Ohh.” I said embarrassed after I finally realized what he meant.

“Yes, ohh.” he smirked, probably enjoying every single minute of this.

I leaned in and softly kissed him on his lips. “Dinner’s ready Vasilios.” I licked his bottom lip before pulling away.

I stood up and smirked when he groaned, frustrated that I broke the kiss.

“You little tease !”

Jill Malik P. O. V

I woke up feeling tired. I looked at my phone, it was 4:00 PM. I stretched and let out a loud yawn. I looked at the night stand on my right and saw a rose with a note attached on it. I picked it up and smiled at what was written on it.

I’m at a meeting. I’ll pick you up at seven pm. We’re going to the eiffel tower.

See you tonight, pudding.

I placed the rose back on the night stand and stood up to go to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and covered myself in a white bathrobe.

Early this morning we arrived in Paris. The flight from New York to Paris was pleasant. There was no turbulence or whatsoever as how they mentioned at the beginning of the flight. Thank goodness nothing kinky happened during the flight except for a lot of kissing. I wasn’t ready yet to be welcomed in the mile-high club. When we arrived at the private airport of the Vasilios we immediately drove to Le Meurice, the hotel we were staying at, because Flynn needed to shower and prepare for his meeting at noon. While he was busy on his laptop finishing his work, I took a nap on the kingsized bed.

I walked back into my plush Louis XVI style decorated bedroom and ordered Gougere through room service. I was hungry, because I hadn’t had lunch. Flynn ate the fruit bowl I brought with me while I was sleeping.

The Gougeres arrived and my mouth started to water. Gougeres are small french pastries and they are filled with ingredients such as mushrooms , beef, or ham. I took a bite of one and moaned in pleasure. It tasted that good.

After I finished the Gougeres I opened my suitcase to pick out a dress for tonight. I picked the one Reina chose for me. A long nude glitter backless dress. I tried it at home and it fitted me like a glove. She also packed matching heels with them, luckily this time they weren’t as high as skyscrapers. They were a pair of beautiful four inch nude heels with see through straps.

I placed the dress and shoes on the bed and went on the balcony. It had a beautiful view of the Tuileries gardens. The hotel itself was luxurious. They had sophisticated rooms and suites with Italian marble bathrooms. All have flat-screen TVs, free Wi-Fi and air-conditioning, and 24-hour room service is available.

There were also 2 lavishly decorated restaurants, including a renowned restaurant serving haute cuisine, plus a chic bar hosting nightly live jazz, and a spa with mosaic hammams and a sun terrace.

It had literally everything one needed, it was even pet-friendly ! Talking about pets, maybe I should ask Flynn for one.

I grabbed my phone and texted him. This was more important than the meeting. I need to make sure if he likes puppies or not, because his answer can either make me happy or make him single. Better not mess this up Vasilios.

Hey. We need to talk -Jill-

I hit the send button and sat down on the chair on the balcony enjoying the view. This was my first time in Paris and even though I haven’t been out yet I have been enjoying myself so far. The rooms are huge and comfortable, the food was heaven, and the view was amazing from up here.

My thoughts were disturbed by the sound of my phone. The screen said in bold letters Vasilios with a heart and ring emoji next to it. I picked it up, wondering why he called me.

“Yes Vasilios?” I answered in a sweet voice.

“What happened?” he asked murmurous. I bet he was still in his meeting. If he was, why was he calling then? The only thing he needed to do was send me a message back.

“Nothing.” I said, “Why are you calling me if you’re in a meeting?”

“What is it that you want to talk about?” I could sense that he was getting impatient.

“I wanted to ask if you like puppies.” I rolled my eyes as I said that.

“Is that what you want to talk about?” he whisper-yelled and then groaned.

“Yes.” I answered, “You just had to send me an message with a answer, you know.”

“Don’t scare me like that anymore. I thought it was important !”

“It is important.” I replied in a matter-of- fact tone.

I heard him shuffle in the background and then I heard: “It’s okay gentlemen, my girlfriend is okay. She just wanted to ask if I like puppies. Sorry for the interruption, I will end this call in a second.”

Then I heard laughs erupting in the background and a man in a husky voice said: “That’s like my wife, one time she called me in the middle of a meeting only to ask if I still love her. I married her and we have two kids.”

They burst into laughter again and Flynn came back to the phone. “Yes, I love puppies. I will buy you a whole shelter if you want.”

“I just want one. Are you still in a meeting?”

“Yes, when you send me that text I immediately asked them to stop the meeting, because I thought something was bothering you. You didn’t even add emoji’s in the text. It sounded so… cold.”

I chuckled. “I’m sorry. Tell them I apologize for the interruption.”

“It’s okay. Did you saw the rose?”

I nodded, but realized Flynn couldn’t see me. “Yes.” I answered.

“Good, then I will see you tonight.”

“Bye Vasilios.”

“Bye pudding.” he said before ending the call.

I sighed and went back to read the text and see if it sounded cold as how Flynn mentioned. Reading it five times over and over again I realized what he meant. It sounded serious. Well, atleast I know that I need to re-read my texts before sending them.

###Chapter 15

I looked at my watch and decided it was time to dress up for tonight. It was only five, but knowing me I would stare an hour at the wall while I was slipping my dress on. I walked back inside my room and grabbed my makeup bag out of my suitcase.

I seated behind the huge mirror of my vanity table and started applying moisturizer on my face. Then I opened the youtube app on my phone and typed in: Easy makeup tutorial for date night before I started painting my face.

After what seemed an eternity I was finally satisfied with my look. Only the winged eyeliner took a good twenty minutes and then the eyebrows. That took another twenty minutes. But after the hard part was done, the fun part came. Highlighting. I highlighted the tip of my nose until it was shining like the morning sun and my cheekbones that now looked like they were sprinkled with glitter by the glitter fairy.

I applied dark red lipstick and curled my hair so it felt in waves on my shoulders. I slipped on my dress and shoes and admired myself in the mirror. If Reina was here she would definitely say something along the lines of: ‘You will have Flynn begging on his knees.’

I checked the time again, Flynn could arrive any minute. I quickly snapped a picture and send it to Reina, who immediately replied with a ton of heart-eyes emoji. I smiled at my phone and then I heard the main door open and close.

“Pudding ! I’m home !” Flynn yelled from the living room. I couldn’t help but laugh as I was walking to the living room.

“I heard you Vasilios.” I said laughing as I walk towards him. His jaw almost fell on the floor when he saw me.

“Waw.” he breathed as he looked at me from head to toe. “You look—” he stopped and licked his lips. “Ravishing– I mean beautiful, breathtaking, can we just stay home?”

“No.” I exclaimed, “I mean I didn’t spent forty minutes on my winged eyeliner and eyebrows. We need to go out, even if it’s only to go to the store or something.”

He chuckled and hugged me, inhaling the scent of my hair.

“Are you ready to go? I have quite an evening planned for us.” he murmured. I could feel his hot breath on my head.

“Uh yes, I’m so ready as you can see.”

He chuckled again and placed his hand on the small of my back. “Let’s go then.”

…….

When Flynn said he had ‘quite an evening planned for us’ I didn’t know it was that grand. First we went to the eiffel tower, which was absolutely magical. When we arrived at the Eiffel tower it sparkled and bathed in golden light offering a breathtaking view of the Paris lights. Then we went up to the top floor to see the stunning view of Paris and its monuments at night. We stayed there for a while, took pictures and then went back to the second floor to have dinner at the Jules Verne restaurant. After we had a delicious five course dinner we went to The Eiffel Tower Buffets to buy the famous french macarons.

We ate that on our way back down and that’s when I thought our date had ended. I wouldn’t care if it was, because it was amazing. But instead of driving back to the hotel, we drove the opposite way. We drove past the Arc de Triomphe and other famous sights, made even more beautiful as they light up after dark. Then we headed to the Moulin Rouge, home of the cancan, and in the Montmartre district we stopped for a dazzling performance of ‘Feerie.’

I was amazed by all the beautiful monuments and all those lights. I couldn’t stop smiling and I enjoyed every single minute of it.

…….

I let out a soft yawn before throwing my hand to the sight, slapping the person who was laying next to me square in the face.

“Ouch, woman!” Flynn grunted, brushing the part of his face where I slapped him.

“Sorry.” I mumbled kissing the top of his head.

“Good Morning pudding.” he said in a husky morning voice. He then pushed me into his chest.

“Vasilios !” I squealed and then giggled when he placed kisses from my jaw to my neck.

“Ugh!” he groaned and closed his eyes.

“What?” I asked worried.

“Do you want me to take you now or do you want to wait longer?” he said through clenched teeth.

“Wait longer, we haven’t had our one month anniversary yet.”

He groaned in pain. “One month, that’s thirty days of torture.”

“I’m sorry, can’t you just tell him to not get excited around me.” I rolled my eyes and pushed myself off him so I could release him out of his ‘torture.’

“He has a mind of his own. And have you seen yourself in that skimpy lace dress what you call pyjama? Women would turn lesbian for you, how can you expect my big boy not to react?”

“Big boy?” I said in a mocking voice and then laughed.

“Do you want to see it?” he asked, putting his hand under the covers.

“No!” I exclaimed, covering my face. “Not yet ! And I know it’s big. It’s literally poking the covers and we’re sleeping with two.”

“But can’t you just give me a blowjob?” he whined.

Literally whined.

“No.”

“Handjob?”

“No, I told you it’s either everything or nothing. So wait until our one month anniversary or maybe longer—”

“I can’t wait longer than that.”

“So impatient, but oh well. You know already why you have to wait one month.”

“Yes, yes.” he replied and then mimicked me: “I don’t go around spreading my legs to a guy I only dated for less than a month. I usually wait longer, maybe five or six months, but you’re an exception Vasilios.”

I burst into laughter. “For your information I don’t sound like that.”

“Oh you do, especially when you say Vasilios. The emphasis you put on my last name is such a huge, huge turn on.” he licked his lips and winked at me.

“I will kiss your mouth shut!” I treated.

He smirked. “I dare you.”

I moved closer to him and smashed my mouth against his. If we hadn’t brushed our teeth last night, I wouldn’t even think of doing this. As our lips crushed together, I felt like i was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips felt against mine. It was so perfect to be real. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips soft and before I could deepen the kiss more he pushed me off him. I landed backwards on the bed when a whole bunch of curse words left his mouth.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck !” he yelled frustrated getting up from the bed. When he stood up I realized why he was angry. His big boy in his pant was standing in all his glory pointing at me.

“Look what you did !” he groaned pointing at his big boy.

“Get rid of it !” I yelled, my eyes glued at the huge bulge in his boxers, I was afraid it would tear it apart. For a moment the thought of ‘if it would fit in me’ crossed my mind. I shuddered and shook my head. “And by the way you were the one that dared me to kiss you.”

“I didn’t know he would get worse when you kissed me, I mean I should’ve know—But whatever, nevermind.” he groaned, pulling his hair in frustration. “Do you enjoy looking at it? Are your panties soaked?”

“No. No. and No.” I replied, “And no, I don’t wear panties so they are not soaked.”

“Do you want to talk dirty to me as I try to get rid of my big boy?” he pleaded.

“No.” I stated firmly and stood up and walk towards him. I squatted down in front of him so I would be eye to eye to his big boy. Flynn’s eyes widened when he saw me doing that.

If he thinks I will give him a blowjob he’s so wrong.

Instead I quickly patted his big boy and whispered: “Be a good big boy and don’t get hard for me until next month okay?”

“What the fuck pudding? Did you just talked to my dick?!” he shrieked, a horrifying expression plastered on his face.

“What else did it look like? Do you want me to put a ring on it too?”