The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

“Tapas.” She said happily and turned to look at me, “How did you know about this place? The tapas here are delicious.”From NôvelDrama.Org.

“Google, pudding.” I grinned. “Google.”

“Oh em gee! C’mon let’s go. I really want you to try all the different tapas they have here. Have you ever had Calamares?,”

I shook my head. Cala-what?! What the hell are those? “Is it like a drink? Pepsi?”

Jill laughed out loud. “No, not even close. But I promise you they are so good. You should really try it.”

The way she laughed, the way she talked. I never realized how much I missed this until now. I have missed her voice and presence. “You look beautiful.” I blurted out.

“Thank you, Vasilios.” She answered, smiling. “You look handsome yourself.”

I stepped out of the car and walked to her side to open the door. “My lady.” I said, stretching my hand out at her. Jill smiled at me and placed her hand in mine. She better do to, because I’m positive all the men inside will be gawking at her. But what can I say? She’s beautiful.

“So,” I said when we entered the restaurant,”What do you want?”

“A calamares. Two calamares.”

“What is a calamate-what?” I asked, confused. I know everything about finance, business, and trade, but don’t ask me about food. Especially foreign food. I’m not an expert in that.

“Calamares,” Jill laughed, “It’s fried squid rings. Oh, oh and you should also try the patatas bravas, steamed prawns, and the beef tenderloin. I have heard the beef tenderloin is so delicious.”

We sat down at the nearby table and I went to order the food. When I came back Jill was looking at her surroundings.

The place was crowded. I didn’t expect anything less, because the reviews about this place were insane. Everyone loved it. The food, the people, the ambiance. It’s an amazing place.

“So, are you enjoying it so far? I’m sorry this whole trip didn’t go as planned.”

Jill turned her attention back at me. “Are you crazy? This is probably like the first time in forever I feel so happy. To finally see Milan and Aunt Lydia… And of course you meeting Amari. I have never felt better.”

“I can say the same. You have no idea how happy I am to sit here with you. I thought I would never see this day anymore.” I placed my hand on Jill’s. She didn’t pull away, thank god. “You have no clue how much I have missed you, pudding.”

“I know exactly what you’re talking about.” She said softly. “I have missed you too… A lot.”

I look up at her pretty face. Plump lips and beautiful eyes. That small smile that was playing on her lips. And that’s when I realized that I lost myself in her. All mistakes I have ever made, and there have been many, are gone. I know her eyes can see through me, I know she can see how sorry I am. How much I regret everything I have done to her in the past. I know that I do not deserve her, but screw it ! She’s the greatest treasure of my life, the one, and the only one. Nothing is going to change that.

To me Jill is the world itself and without her I cannot enjoy a simple flower or the rising sun. I have realized that in the past few years when I thought that I had lost her forever.

But here she is again. Sitting right in front of me. Looking like an angel. Gosh, you have no idea how much I love this woman.

“Vasilios, are you alright?” Jill pinched my hand. “You’re so deep in thought.”

“You have no idea.” I mumbled softly.

“I have no idea what?” Jill asked confused. She looked so cute when she was confused.

Right at that moment our food came. The delicious smell of all the dishes entered my nostrils. Mmmh, after this I definitely should hit the gym. Not only did it smell good, but it also looked good.

Jill fed me calamares. It was good. Delicious even.

Most of the dishes were really tasty and I enjoyed all of them. I do actually like tapas, I just didn’t like the pizza I had the last time. That was disgusting.

After we had dinner we visited Casa Mila where had to take a thousand selfies. She looked so good in all of them, but she wanted to retake it twenty times again just because she wanted to have choices.

I don’t understand girls.

Casa Mila was beautiful at night. Jill told me that she came here with Aunt Lydia when she was little. It was boring then she told me, but now that she’s older she could stay hours here.

After we were done admiring Casa Mila we went to the the Magic Fountain of Montjuic to end the night. Tomorrow we had an early plane to catch to Paris.

The magic fountain was indeed magical.

“Have you been here before?” I asked Jill.

She shook her head. “No, never.” She stayed silent for a while, all her attention on the fountain. “It is so beautiful.” She whispered.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. I inhaled the scent of strawberry shampoo. The one that she always uses. It’s called Suave. Her favorite.

“Just like you, pudding.” I whispered back in her ear. “It’s beautiful, just like you.”

Jill Malik P. O. V

“Do you want wine Tia?” I asked as the flight attendant served us nuts, chocolate, juice, and wine. We were currently on our flight to Paris. Fun fact, it will be Amari’s third birthday in three days.

Aunt Lydia nodded her head at my question. She is so at ease, leaning casually backwards on the comfortable leather seat of Flynn’s private jet. “Yes, please. Your private jet is very luxurious, Flynn.”

“Yes, this is one of the most expensive ones. Do you like it?” Flynn asked as he gave Milan his tablet to watch youtube videos. Amari was sitting on his lap and played with a puzzle.

“I love it, it’s very comfortable.” Aunt Lydia took a sip of her wine and closed her eyes enjoying the taste.

Flynn became silent after that and I knew immediately what he was thinking about. I just know him so well. “Don’t even think about it, Vasilios.”

He looked at me questionably. “What?” he asked innocently.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking about and the answer is no.” I said firmly.

“But I just want to—,”

“Vasilios, you’re not buying an private jet for Tia.” I let out a exasperated sigh. “You just don’t.”

“What?” Who’s going to buy a private jet for me?” Aunt Lydia snapped her eyes open and looked at both of us.

“No, it’s just— I know what Flynn is thinking and I know he’s making arrangements in his head about buying you a private jet.” I clarified to her.

“Don’t spoil the surprise, pudding.” He wailed.

“No, no… Vasilios, can you be normal for a day?”

He sighed at my question. “No private jet then.”

The flight attendant came back with more juice and chips.

“I don’t want a private jet either. You know what I do want Flynn?” Aunt Lydia asked, sipping her wine. She looked at Flynn from over her glass.

“Tiaa—,” I groaned. Flynn is not a bank I wanted to say.

“I want…,” Aunt Lydia paused for a second. “I want you to treat Jill the way she deserves to be treated and to be a good father to Amari.”

“And Milan.” Flynn added and smiled. “I will Tia, it’s a promise.”

She nodded her head and smiled contently. “Good and if you break that promise, I know where you live rich boy.”

“Tia!,” I facepalmed myself. She did not just call Flynn rich boy.

“What?,” She asked innocently.

We arrived in Paris and a cousin of Flynn came to fetch us at the airport.

“Mommy, I want cake.”

Amari tugged on my dress and pouted her lips. “We are at the airport, princess. They don’t sell cake here.” I told her as I lifted her up. “Come on, we are in Paris. Aren’t you happy?”

“I want cake.”

Flynn turned around and raised his eyebrows. “What happened?” He help with carrying our bags to the car that was waiting for us.

“She wants cake.” I said sighing.

“Did I hear cake?” The voice of Roger, Flynn’s cousin, came from behind me. He had two bags in his hand. “Zhoya made plenty of cakes today.” He said smiling.

“Your wife is a baker?” I asked surprised.

He laughed and shook his head. “Oh no, even though I have told her numerous times to open her own shop. Today is one of the days she has that baking spirit you know. And let me tell you, they are delicious.”

“Have you heard that, princess?” I cuddled Amari. “Aunty Zhoya made plenty of cake. Are you happy now?”

Flynn opened the door of the Rolls Royce for us. “Mommy,” Milan squealed. “The car has stars on the ceiling. That’s so cool.”

I chuckled. “Really?”

He nodded his head wildly. “Yes, it’s so cool. Dad, why don’t you have a car like this?”

“Do you want something like this?” Flynn asked as he sat in the passenger seat. “I’ll buy you one for your next birthday.”

I cleared my throat loudly. “I hope you mean a toy Rolls Royce.”

“Mom, I want a real one.” Milan said.

“For that, you are still too young. You are not even allowed to drive yet.”

“Then I will assign a driver for him.” Flynn said in a matter-of-fact.

“Flynn!”