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Flynn Vasilios P.O.V

"What the fuck man?!" Rodrigo Macallister yelled, causing everyone that passed the coffee shop to look at us.

"Can you keep your big mouth shut?" I hissed glaring at him annoyed.

"That bitch is one hell of a snake!" he whispered furiously.

Rodrigo Macallister, my best friend since freshman year of college moved back to New York City two days ago. Before, he was working in his father's company in Dubai, but since the expansion of the company he had to move to New York to be in charge of the business here.

"I swear, If I see that little snake I will---"

"No you don't!" I said firmly. "That's abuse and that's bad for our image."

"Who said I would do it? I will let another woman do it of course."

I sighed. I shouldn't have told him about Bree Paloma. "You will not do anything Rodrigo, be a good boy for once and listen to me. We're not in high school anymore."

He scoffed. "I thought you learned your lesson after that one time your sister caught you with that pornstar."

I scrunched my nose at the memory of that. "She's still not over it yet; she got really mad when I told her I will move back to New York, she thinks my playboy reputation will ruin her image."

"I don't blame her, It was probably traumatizing for her to see Lana with a gag in her mouth."

I snickered by the thought of that. "It was hot man and I couldn't resist her body. She reminded me so much of her."

"But she was not her." Rodrigo concluded sipping his coffee. “She was not a pornstar to begin with.”

It was weird to see two billionaires sitting on the patio of a coffee shop drinking coffee at five in the afternoon.

"Yeah." I said disappointed. "It was not her. And she was definitely not a pornstar. Her voice literally belonged to an angel."

"Why don't you just grow some balls and tell her?"

"She doesn't fucking remember me!" I yelled out frustrated.

"Who doesn't remember you darling, because I'm sure I do." I heard a velvety voice say behind me. I turned around only to see a stunning blonde in a skin tight dress, black leather coat, and thigh high boots.

"Zoe." I said surprised. "I thought you were in Brazil."

She laughed softly and pulls out a chair in between me and Rodrigo. "Well I was, but I have to go to a party tonight."

"And I guess you need a date."

She looked at me surprised. "How did you guess?"

I shrugged. She always does that. She comes to me, brings me to one of her parties as her date and pays me back with a one night stand.

"Well yeah, I do need you as my date tonight." she said, and added in a real seductively voice, "But don't worry, I have something really exciting planned for after the party." She gave me a seductive smile as she bends over slightly showing me her cleavage. There was not much to show, but of course I will not tell her that otherwise I could kiss the whole payback goodbye, just when I needed it so bad.

"Mmh, may I ask what or is that a surprise?" I asked licking my lips. I knew that was her weakness. She groaned and I couldn't help but chuckling softly. This girl has zero patience. If I would give her the green light to undress me here, she would do it in a split second.

"I can give you a sneak peak, it---,"

"I don't want to hear what kind of fifty shade thing you have planned for him tonight Zoe." Rodrigo growled annoyed.

I laughed as I saw the face that Rodrigo made. Zoe glared at him.

"Way to ruin the mood, Macallister." she sneered.

"What mood? We're in a goddamn coffee shop."

She glared at him again and then shifted her attention back to me.

"Pick me up at the Peninsula at eight." She stood up, gave me a peck on my cheek, and left the coffee shop without paying Rodrigo a second glance.

"Are you that desperate to get laid?" Rodrigo asked when Zoe was out of sight.

I shrugged. I didn't get laid in a month so I guess I am.

"She gives good head." I said, sipping on my coffee.

Rodrigo laughed. "How many times have you banged her in all positions only to forget her?"

"Stop bringing her up, she's right here in New York, so close to me, and I still don't know how to...how to---,"

"Tell her that you gave her the most mind blowing sex ever that she blacked out and that's why she can't remember you?"

Rodrigo looked at me with a small smirk playing on his lips, knowing damn well he was right.

……….

Jill Malik P.O.V

I made my way towards the bar. I saw Kendall Jenner, Gigi Hadid, and Bella Hadid sitting on one of the couches. There was a bottle of Don Julio on their table and three shot glasses. Bella looked at me for a split second and then whispered something to Gigi. All three of them looked stunning in their designer dresses. The red dress of Bella looked amazing on her.

I just shrugged my shoulders as I walked further. I didn't belong in their group. If this party was a high school party, they would belong in the category: Popular cheerleader.

"Hey." someone said behind me. I turned around and saw a beautiful woman in a dark green gown covered in jewels.

"Sandra Queen." I said breathlessly. She looked even more gorgeous in real life.

It was strange that Sandra Queen, the most popular actress, was approaching me. Wasn't I the one that was supposed to approach her?

"You did a splendid job in your latest movie. Congratulations for the Oscar you won."

She smiled warmly at me. "Thank you, it was nothing really, I just did my job." she said. "Anyways, you look stunning; may I ask who you are?"

"I'm Jill Malik; I came here in the place of Ximena Vasilios."

"Oh yeah Ximena, lucky girl went to Paris."

I gave her a strange look. Did everyone here know that Ximena was in Paris?

Sandra must have seen my facial expression, because she hurriedly said, "I saw paparazzi pictures this afternoon when she was at the airport."

Ah, that makes sense.

"Are you somehow related to Zayn Malik?"

Here's that question again. I shook my head. "No, not at all."

"Oh, I just thought with the same surname and all, anyways I want to ask who your stylist was for tonight. I love the dress of Elie Saab on you, it's stunning."

"Thank you, you look gorgeous yourself and my stylist for tonight was Chase."

Sandra frowned. "Chase who? Mark-sen, Jacobs, Wright?"

What did Chase said his surname was again? "Oh, uhm it's Chase Capris."

"Ah Chase Capris, he did a magnificent job on you."

"Yeah." I said smiling, "But he's underrated."

"Mmh, that's true... I thought someone like James Brown or Jay Manuel was your stylist."

"No, just Chase Capris."

"Well, do you have his phone number? I'm going to the Cannes Film festival next month and I would love if Chase would be my stylist."

"Yes, I actually do." I opened my clutch to give her one of Chase's business cards.

"Thank you very much." Sandra said as she put the business card in her small purse.

"You're welcome and oh Chase is also Ximena's personal stylist, so you might have to ask Ximena for permission."

She laughed. "Oh of course, I'm pretty sure Ximena will let me borrow Chase for a couple of days and I think it will also be a big break for Chase to come with me to Cannes. He will not be so underrated anymore after that."

That's true. Sandra Queen will be the big break for Chase.

"Anyways nice to see you here Jill, I hope I will see you more often."

"Nice meeting you too." I smiled and continued my way to the bar. I jumped on one of the chairs and waited for the barkeeper to come to me.

"What can I get for you, pretty lady?" he asked.

"A lavender kiss please." I said as I turned my attention back towards the crowd, everyone was glancing at me now and then. There were more people coming and I could see Kat Von D in the far corner having a conversation with Timothy Hancher, one of my favorite actors.

"Can I have a pornstar martini please?" A voice said, next to me. His voice was velvet-edged and strong, making me want to look at him. He was gorgeous, to say the least. He wore a cream bally suit with a white shirt and a Rolex. Despite the fact that he was obviously rich, he looked hot. He was slim, muscular, with an almost perfectly symmetrical face. His blonde hair was neatly combed as it fell in beautiful layers on the right side of his head.

"You know it should be the other way around." he said, now looking up at me. He had beautiful blue-green eyes. Just like mine.

"W-what are you talking about?" I asked nervously.

"Staring, I'm the one that should be staring at you not the other way around."

Damn it, hot stranger caught me staring at him.

"Ha, yeah u-uhm, I---" I was tongue tied; I didn't know what to say.

"Rodrigo Macallister." he said smiling as he reached his hands out to me for a handshake.

"Jill Malik." I said shaking his hand. He suddenly let go of my hand and his eyes grew wide.

"Jill." he whispered softly, looking at me in a daze. "You look even more gorgeous, than how he described you."

This was creepy. What is he talking about? "Excuse me, what are you talking about?" I asked confused.

Rodrigo shook his head, "I'm sorry, I was just having a u-uhm memory."

He smiled again at me. "Right." I said, taking a sip of my cocktail.

"So, who's Jill Malik?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Well, if you really want to know, I'm Ximena's copywriter."

"Ah, Ximena, sister of my best friend."

Sister of his best friend? Is his best friend...Flynn?

"Flynn?" I asked surprised. He nodded his head. " Yup, Flynn Vasilios, do you know him?"

"Yeah, I met him for third times, he's a jerk."

Rodrigo laughed. "Tsk, I didn't see you as that type of girl."

"What type?"

"The type of girl who judge a guy when they only met him once."

"Thrice." I corrected. "The first time was at graduation, but I hadn't talk to him then and the second and third time was when he came to visit Ximena. Rude and arrogant."

Rodrigo laughed. "You're the first girl I have heard that talk about Flynn like that."

"What do you mean?"

"Most girls just swoon over him, trying to get him in their bed."

"Ew, does he go? I mean does he---," I don't know why I wanted to know this.

"Yup, he does it with them." Rodrigo confirmed, sipping on his martini.

"Ew, how does it feel like to be in a different girl vagina--- I mean never mind."

Now Rodrigo was laughing loudly. "Trust me; I want to know that too."

"So you do not like him?"

He shook his head. "Total opposite."

I looked back at my drink, trying to think about what to say next. I'm so bad in keeping a conversation. It felt like Rodrigo read my mind, because he asked a really strange question.

"Do you do relationships?"

"No." I answered curtly; I hope he will not ask why.

"Me neither." he said to my surprise. Why is a hot men like him not doing relationships?

"You can get any girl you want, you know right?"

He chuckled, "I can, but what if---if she---" Rodrigo was struggling to explain.

"You don't have to tell me, I understand. I bet yours is as complicated as mine." I sighed. He smiled faintly at me.

"Trust me, yours is not even close as complicated as mine." How can he know that?

We stayed silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Holy shit, is that---" Rodrigo's eyes grew wide when he looked behind me at the crowd.

I turned around to see who Rodrigo was looking at.

"Flynn?" we both said in unison.

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