The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

After I graduated from college I was supposed to go back to Barcelona, but things turned out differently. Ximena took over her mother’s business.

YouNique Cosmetics.

They were in desperate need of a copywriter and Ximena practically begged me to fill in that position temporarily. As time passed by, I enjoyed being a copywriter for YouNique cosmetics. It was also a well-paid job with a lot of benefits.

So after my time to work there passed by, Ximena gave me two options. Working for YouNique cosmetics permanently or signing the resignation letter and go back to Barcelona.

I chose for the first one, because I wanted to give Milan and my aunt a good life and I don’t know if I would be able to do that when I was in Barcelona. It was not guaranteed that I would have a job like this there.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Now, every month I sent half of my salary to Barcelona so my aunt can take care of herself and Milan.

…….

“I can’t believe you met the Flynn Vasilios!”

My best friend Reina couldn’t believe her ears when I told her about the Flynn incident at my work. “You’re so lucky!” she squealed, throwing a pillow at my face.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, throwing the pillow back at her. “What do you mean by lucky? He’s nothing but a jerk.”

“Don’t talk about him like that!” she yelled out, quite offended when I called Flynn a jerk. “He’s the hottest man on earth!” She fanned herself with her hands and let out a deep dreamy sigh.

I shook my head in despair. This girl is literally up in the ass of Flynn Vasilios, but then again who wouldn’t? He was pretty damn handsome. I would give him that.

I met Reina Indigo four years ago, when I first started college. She’s a twenty five year old Brazilian, who studied the same course as I did. Currently she’s working in Sephora. We shared the same dorm for two years and later on we shared the same apartment. She’s the second person in America who knows about my life in Barcelona.

The first one is Ximena.

Reina is the definition of a Brazilian beauty. Big booty, slim waist, gigantic breasts, and long, black shiny hair. If there’s anything you can associate Reina with its glitter, diamonds, and all the sparkly stuff. Reina is quite picky about her clothes like how she is about her men. Every single clothe, shoe, or jewelry she had, needed to have something sparkly or glittery on it, otherwise she would refuse to wear it.

“We all need a little sparkle in this shady world,” she said, as she will flip her hair and roll her eyes. I always told her the name Reina suite her well. Reina means queen and queens like everything that sparkles right?

“I’m so tired of Luca. He keeps calling me, but he broke my heart and I don’t want to be heartbroken again by the same man. You know what I mean Jill?” Reina grabbed a pizza on the kitchen counter and took a big bite of it.

Luca Rossi, son of Dante and Sophia Rossi one of the richest family in Italy, attended the same college as Reina and I, but only he studied Chemical engineering. The school we attended was a private Ivy League research university in Upper Manhattan. It was one of the world’s most prestigious universities, the acceptance rate was only six percent and the tuition fees were more than fifty thousand dollars.

Reina and I busted our asses off to get a fully funded scholarship and we did. People like Luca and Ximena, they didn’t had any trouble applying to the University. They were loaded with money; the only thing they had to do was graduate from high school with flying colors’.

Reina and Luca had a relationship during junior year of college that didn’t last longer than six months. During one of the frat parties, Reina caught Luca making out with some bimbo named Tiara or Tiana.

“I think you should forgive him.” I said wisely.

It was a long time ago. Two years and a half. Luca may be a changed man by now.

“No…,” she took a big bite of her pizza and looked at me with wide eyes. “You are supposed to be that friend who doesn’t like the idea of her best friend going back to her ex.”

I laughed heartily. “Fine then,” I cleared my throat and said in a serious voice, “Don’t you dare go back to Luca, he is a man whore and you deserve a gentleman for god sake! I’m so happy you broke up with him, because I never liked that guy anyway.”

She laughed loudly as she opened a can of soda. “That was better.”

“Thank you, thank you.” I said laughing, making a small bow for her.

…….

The atmosphere at work changed dramatically after the whole Flynn incident. Ximena was in a dull mood when she came to office. She even snapped at her personal assistant Claire, who was nothing but a sweetheart. Well, sometimes she could be really clumsy. Ximena hadn’t said anything to me since morning; she didn’t even come by my office to say good morning like how she did every other day.

Everyone at the office knew something had happened at home. Ximena was a jolly, outgoing, and talkative girl; everyone was surprised when she came into the office dressed like The Great Depression. She wore a long conservative dress that was two sizes too big for her and she tied her hair in a knot on top of her head. She was still pretty though, but knowing Ximena, she would never wear something like that at home let alone to work.

When lunchtime came I decided to grab some coffee and macarons for me and Ximena. Claire, her personal assistant, told me that Ximena refuse to have breakfast and refuse to come out of her office.

“She’s drowning herself in work Miss Malik.” Claire cried out when I called her to my office asking her about Ximena.

When I knocked on her office door, I heard a loud groan followed with an even louder “Get out.”

That was my cue to come in.

Ximena’s office was twice the size of mine. She was the CEO after all. She had a huge cherry desk in the middle of her office that fitted perfectly with the Dutch white color on her walls and her tiles. There was also a huge glass window behind her that had the perfect view of New York City. Furthermore, she had hung up some really cool paintings that must have cost a fortune and she had placed a cactus in one of the corners. Her room was pretty empty, but then again Ximena was someone who liked to have space.

“Crowded places make me anxious.” she once told me when we were in college and she visited my room. My room was a mess.

“Something you want to get off your chest?” I asked, handing her the coffee and macarons.

She let out a heavy sigh. “Flynn will move back to New York City.”

…….

I didn’t see anything wrong with Flynn moving back to New York City, but for Ximena everything was wrong.

“It’s a disaster!” she cried out loud, covering her face with her hands.

“He will take the spotlight again, oh goodness! And all his scandals!” she scorned when she mentioned scandals.

“Ximmy, it will not be that bad.” I said trying to soothe her.

“Not be that bad?!” she yelled out in disgust. “Oh god, you don’t know about all his nightly adventures. It’s so disgusting to have caught my brother with Lana Rhoades doing some fifty shades shit!”

My eyes widened in shock. Lana Rhoades, the most popular pornstar. I didn’t know Flynn was that desperate to satisfy his needs? I knew that he only banged actresses or models, but a pornstar?

“A pornstar?” I choke out, looking star struck at Ximena.

“Yes! Oh goodness I know what you’re thinking. If that will ever leak out, my sales will suffer. Sometimes I don’t even know why I’m related to him. I can’t have him here right now, not when I will launch my eyeshadow palette in two months.” she cried, banging her head on her desk.

“I don’t think it will be that bad, you’re just overreacting Ximmy.” I sighed, even though I don’t like Flynn I don’t think that he will do anything that will ruin Ximena’s image.

“Oh honey, you don’t know anything about that boy. I love my brother, but hell he’s so irresponsible sometimes!”

……….

Flynn Vasilios P. O. V

“And that’s why I decided to move back to New York!” I announced at the dinner table.

My mom had made steak, which was a little bit overcooked, and mac and cheese, that didn’t taste like mac and cheese at all. We didn’t complain, because this was her first attempt of cooking in probably twenty years. Usually we had a cook, but today she called in sick.

My parents were devastated when I told them about Bree Paloma, that little bitch. For nine months she lied to me that the baby she carried was mine. I didn’t believe her in the beginning, because we didn’t do any rough stuff and I was using a condom.

Somehow Bree convinced me that the condom broke and that I was the only one she had sex with that time. I was forced to live in Greece with her for nine months, since I’m the CEO from a multi-billion company and the baby she was carrying would be the heir of my company. It would not be a good image if I would be in New York and my pregnant girlfriend in Greece.

There are no words to describe how furious I was when I did a paternity test to see if the baby was mine. Turns out it wasn’t! That little bitch had sex with four other men that time and she didn’t really know to which one the baby belong. I was the only billionaire among those four, that’s why she chose me as the father.

“Why? Why can’t you stay in Greece?” Ximena asked appalled. I looked at her; she looked pale after I announced the news of me moving back. I thought she would be happy. I haven’t been in the states for so long and she was always complaining that I was never around.

“Well–,” I said. “The headquarters of my company are here and I don’t want to see Bree anymore for the rest of my life.”

“No!” she shouted panicky and then shut up abruptly when everyone was staring at her.

“Ximena dear, is something wrong? My mom asked as she put her fork down to walk over to Ximena. “I’m fine, I’m fine!” she yelled and stood up and mumbled an excuse me before she disappeared upstairs to her room.

I just shrugged my shoulders. Must be her time of the month again. That explains why she’s so grumpy and sensitive. Women.

The next morning I was having breakfast when I saw Ximena rushing down the stairs to go to work. She wore an awful black conservative dress that made her look like a nun. It was ugly.

“Is that the new style?” I noticed when she came to the kitchen to grab a banana. “It’s ugly bytheway.”

She just glared at me and snarled, “Oh please, shut up! What do you know about style, when the only styles you care about are thongs and corsets?”

I was taken- aback by her sudden outburst. Why is she mad at me? I haven’t done anything. And thongs and corsets? I prefer my girls naked. Easy access.

When it was lunch time for Ximena, I decided to pay her a visit and apologize for whatever I did to her. I have no clue what I did or say wrong, but it is better I apologize. Usually I don’t apologize to girls, but she’s my sister and I might need her help somewhere in the near future.

I parked my Bugatti Veyron next to Ximena’s white Bentley and walked inside the building. In my right hand I had the keys of my car around my index finger and in my left hand I carried a bag with ten pieces of omakase from Ximena’s favorite sushi place in New York, Sushi yasuda.

“Good morning Mr. Vasilios.” Claire chirped as I walked passed her, ignoring her whole presence. I didn’t exactly like Claire, because of the last time when she basically threw herself at me. Aside from that, she looks scary. Who the hell wears red bright lipstick with blue eyeshadow to work? I’m surprised that Ximena didn’t fire her yet, but then again my sister is way too nice.

I walked into Ximena’s office without knocking and I was shocked to see her there again. They both looked up at me, Ximena’s eyes all red and swollen and she was glaring angrily at me.

I knew who she was. I knew her face seem familiar. Since the last time I saw her during Ximena’s graduation I couldn’t get my mind off her. I knew it was her.

“What are you doing here?” I heard the angry voice of Ximena that woke me up from my reverie.

I smiled sheepishly at her. “I’m sorry for whatever reason you’re mad at me, but I brought you sushi.” I walked over to her desk and handed her the sushi. “Now, will you tell me why you’re mad at me?” I then looked at her friend. The one I know so well.

“Don’t you have work to do?” I asked quirking an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes at me and let out a disapproving sound before walking away.

So unprofessional.

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