The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

“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!”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

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?”

“Oh.” she chuckled, rolling her eyes as if it was a stupid question. “Those two dickheads told me a lot about you.” She motioned towards Flynn and Rodrigo, who at their turn yelled: “Excuse me?!”

“I’m sorry, I meant assholes.” Then she turned back at me and squealed. “Oh my god, you look so pretty.”

“I told her.” Ximena chimed in. “And you know what she told me? She can eat anything she wants and still have that figure.”

Ellie stared at me agape. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.” Ximena answered.

“Damn girl, I’m low-key jealous!”

“You should be” We all turned around to look at Flynn.

“Excuse me?” I said confused, I’m pretty sure I haven’t heard him right.

“I said she should be jealous of your body. It’s perfect.” he repeated nonchalantly.

If my heart could jump out of my chest, it would happen right now. Did the Flynn Vasilios just compliment me? I was frozen in spot, trying to process his compliment. Ximena was the first one who said something.

“Do I smell love in the air?”

This time I turned my head at Ximena and glared at her. Really? From all the things she could’ve said, that’s what she came up with?

Flynn coughed at the question of Ximena and turned his head to his right. “Martini, Rodrigo?” he asked instead, looking at his best friend.

Rodrigo nodded. “Yeah, yeah Martini.”

And they both walked out of the living room to the bar which was on the second floor.

Ellie turned around me and faced me with excitement in her eyes.

“Oh my god!” she squealed. “You. Flynn. Are you guys a thing?”

“What? No, not at all. Why do you think that?”

She just shrugged. “Maybe, because it’s so obvious.”

“It’s not; I think he hates my guts.”

“There’s a thin line between love and hate.” Ellie said, giving me a wink.

“Ok El it’s enough, if you want to play cupid for my brother and my best friend, do it when I’m not around.” Ximena laughed uncomfortably.

“Why?” Ellie asked smirking, and then continued, “You don’t like it when I match your ugly brother with one hell of a fine girl?”

“Exactly, I don’t know what girls see in him.”

“Okay first of all Flynn is not ugly.” I said looking at both of them. Flynn is absolutely NOT ugly, in fact he’s one hot specimen made out of a dozen of sexiness, hotness, and cockiness.

“Of course you will not think he’s attractive Ximmy, he’s your brother.” Ellie said in a matter-of-fact tone, ignoring my statement.

“Anyways!” Ximena gave us a big wide smile. “Let’s not talk about my brother anymore, let’s go swimming.” We walked out of the living room, passed the gymnasium, and we ended up outside where there was a huge pool with a bar waiting for us.

We jumped in the water, played volleyball, and after that we drank cocktail at the bar. I learned that Ellie was Rodrigo’s little sister. She was twenty three years old and she was a writer and a model. Ellie was outgoing and loud, the type of friend you had to warn first before you introduce her to other people.

After a while Flynn called us, that lunch was ready. We got out of the pool and wrapped a towel around our wet body, before heading to the second floor to have lunch. I was surprised to see how much food there was. I was even more surprised to hear that everything was prepared by Rodrigo.

“Yup, my brother is a good cook.” Ellie said as she sat down on one of the Rotan chairs. I sat down next to her and looked at all the delicious food on the table. There was seafood pasta with goat cheese, orange chicken, fried rice, pandan wrapped chicken wings, Lasagna, and bread roll.

“Did you prepare all this?” I asked looking at Rodrigo. This was a lot for lunch and it all look so delicious.

Rodrigo nodded. “Yup, it didn’t take long. I’m used to cook.”

“Where did you learn how to cook? Are you a chef?”

He laughed. “No, but I did take culinary class in high school and when I was in college I watched a lot of Giada De Laurentiis videos.”

“Really?” I chuckled. “I thought you would say Gordon Ramsay?”

“Nah.” Rodrigo placed a napkin beside my plate. “Giada is hot and she kept me interested in this whole cooking thing.”

I laughed at his response. “But how did you learn how to make all these international dishes, because Giada is a american-italian chef?”

He shrugged. “Practice makes perfect. You see that orange chicken there? Took me two years to make it as good as the ones from Joe’s Shanghai.”

Flynn came out of the kitchen holding two glasses with juice. “Orange or apple?” he asked looking at me and Ximena. I took the Apple juice whereas Ximena the orange.

“Where’s mine?” Ellie asked, looking at Flynn.

“Oh.” Flynn said. “Your brother told me you would have water.

“What?!” she yelled and then glared at Rodrigo. “Please don’t tell me you also made salad for me.”

Rodrigo grinned. “Actually none of the food on the table is for you. I made Chicken avocado salad for you. Healthy and refreshing.”

“Rodrigo!” she bawled, hitting her head with her hands. “I’m craving orange chicken and for your information I don’t like avocado.”

“Oh really?” Rodrigo provoked. “Last time I checked you were literally confessing your undying love for chicken avocado sandwich at Ashley’s house.”

“That was Ashley’s house, you know how she is!” Ellie whined.

“Fine! You can have orange chicken, but tomorrow no junk food at all!”

“Deal!” Ellie took the bowl with orange chicken and scooped a spoonful on her plate. I decided to have lasagna and bread roll for lunch.

###Chapter 7

During lunch Ximena and Rodrigo held a conversation, Ellie was so engrossed with her food, and Flynn was on his phone, probably texting one of his regulars.

When we were done we brought everything inside. We didn’t have to do any dishes, because Flynn had a maid who would do it later on today.

Perks of being rich.

After we had put all the dishes in the sink, Rodrigo and Ellie went home and Ximena went to take a nap. I decided to go to the upper deck and lay down on one of the deck chairs.

I almost fell asleep when I felt a presence next to me.

A naked Flynn.

Well, not fully naked, he wore bright orange Hawaiian shorts. His upper half on the other hand was bare, which means I could see his incredible six pack and V-Line. It’s not something I haven’t seen before, but I couldn’t resist not staring at him.

“Enjoying the view so far?” he asked leaning back putting his hands behind his head.

“No!” I replied fast, thinking he meant the view as in him.

He chuckled and said, “Pudding, what I meant was the view in front of you, not next to you.”

Oh, both views were breathtaking. Wait what? Did he just call me pudding?

“Did you just call me pudding?” I was perplexed, since when did we start giving each other nicknames?