Jill Malik P.O.V
"How's everything at home Tía?" I put my phone on loudspeaker as I was wiping the makeup off my
face.
I just returned from Ximena's party when I decided to give aunt Lydia a call. I haven't talked to her and
Milan in almost two weeks. It was two in the morning in New York, but in Barcelona it was already eight
in the morning and aunt Lydia and Milan would be awake and have breakfast.
"Everything is alright, how's New York?" Aunt Lydia asked. I heard Milan's voice in the background
asking for churros. "No! No Churros, first drink your milk."1
I chuckled softly as I heard Aunt Lydia talking to Milan. "He still doesn't like milk?" I asked. When Milan
was still a baby he refused to drink milk like other babies. While it took only a couple minutes to feed a
baby, it took me a whole half day to feed Milan.12
"Oh no, I have to bribe him with churros to drink milk." 8
I laughed, typical Milan.
"Are you coming for his birthday? He's asking for you." 3
I nodded, but realized that Aunt Lydia couldn't see me. "Yes, I will. I already told Ximena about it." I
said.
"Good." Aunt Lydia said as she let out a breath of relieve. I know that she's happy to finally see me
again. "You haven't seen him in two years."
"Yeah." I sighed. I had missed his fourth and fifth birthday and I still feel so guilty that I couldn't make it
only if it was for a couple of hours. "I was busy with finishing school and stuff."7
"I know, are you planning to take Milan to New York with you?"3
I stayed silent for a while when Aunt Lydia asked me that question. I was contemplating about taking
him with me, New York has a lot of opportunities for him. "I don't know Tía, I don't want you to live
alone in Barcelona."5
"Don't worry about me, I'll manage."
"No, I'll not take Milan with me. If he's old enough to decide what he wants, he can make his own
decision. I'll always be there for him."
"You're really smart cariña, I don't know what I would do without you. You're so kind, generous--,"10
"Oh tía." I interrupted her, "You would be just fine."
"No, no...I don't even want to think about how close I was to lose you."
"But you didn't. I'm still alive." I whispered. Memories about what happened six years ago start making
it's way to my head. 12
"I'm sorry, lo siento mucho."
"It's okay Tía, it's the...past and it's not your fault."
"I want Churros! I already drank my milk." I heard Milan's voice in the background. I smiled at the sound
of him. He's such a big boy now.
"You didn't." Aunt Lydia said accusingly. "I saw you throwing it away in the sink."6
I laughed at that. And he's probably also a bad boy. "Do you hear this Jill?" Aunt Lydia huffed and I
imagined her rolling her eyes. "He's not drinking his milk."
"I am! Can I have a churro now?" Milan yelled in the background
Aunt Lydia sighed, she had a soft spot for that boy. He had her wrapped around his little finger. "Okay,
let me end this call first. I'll talk to you later Jill. Te amo."
"Te amo." I said, before ending the call. I put my phone down on my nightstand and suddenly
everything that happened six years ago started to make it's way to my head. I had tried to forget and
move on, but every now and then something or someone had to remind me about it. I can't get rid of
that someone, because that someone is Milan.4
I sat on my bed as I let the memories take over my head. It was so long ago, but it felt like it had
happened yesterday.
"Hey don't cry." Larissa whispered as she hugged me. How can I not cry? We were the 'it' couple at
school, four years strong and then bam just like that everything's gone. Our future plans, our marriage,
the baby names. We even agreed that our first child name would be Aliyah for a girl and Xavier for a
boy. Now I can't use those names anymore, because it would remind me of him. 4
"He broke up with me." I sobbed as I buried my face in the hem of her shirt.
"Who?" Larissa asked. I bet she forgot that I was with Mateo.
"Mateo! We were together since freshman year." How I wished I could see the future then I didn't had
to go through this horrible, heartbreaking, and painful process.
"Oh poor thing" Larissa whispered as she hugged me tighter.
Larissa was the only daughter of Aunty Lydia and Uncle David. When her father died two years ago
she moved to Milan, to pursue her career in fashion. She left high school behind and with the money
her father left for her in his will she enrolled in a fashion school in Milan. Aunt Lydia didn't stop her,
because she knew that's the way how Larissa is trying to get over the loss of her father.
Larissa was my everything. She was my only friend and my human diary. I always told her about my
problems and I know that my secrets were safe with her.
When Mateo -my boyfriend since freshman year- broke up with me after I gave my valedictorian
speech, I was shattered. My world crumbled, all the plans I had with him vanished. How can someone
be so cruel?
The reason of the break up? He said that he couldn't do long distance. I got a scholarship to study in
the USA and he got one to study in Switzerland. He didn't even wanted to try.
The most painful thing about the breakup? I wasted four years of my life on some loser, who not only
broke up with me, but also had a secret relationship with a girl in Switzerland.
During spring break of senior year he went to visit a college in Switzerland. When he came back, I
knew that something was wrong because he became distant, but I didn't really care about it. It was
senior year after all.
On graduation day I saw an unfamiliar girl sitting with his parents. I assumed it was his cousin or family
friend I haven't met yet. When his parents came to congratulate me, I felt that Mateo was getting
uncomfortable next to me. He was shifting from his left feet to his right.
"What babe?" I asked as he was fidgeting nervously with his cap. "N-nothing." he stuttered.
When the unfamiliar girl next to his parents saw him her eyes lit up and she ran towards him. Long lost
cousin perhaps?
"Congratulations babe!" she squealed. 2
Definitely not a long lost cousin.
When those words left her mouth my whole body went numb. I was frozen on spot staring at Mateo
with teary eyes as he pecked the girl on her lips. So that's why he was so distant all those months.. 1
"I- I can explain Jill...It's--"
I interrupted him and screamed: "Shut up! I don't need no fucking explanation gilipollas . I saw
enough!"
I ran out of the graduation ceremony and cried my heart out in the car. My head was a mess and I
couldn't think straight.
Larissa.
That was the first thing that came into my mind. I need to go to Larissa. I started the car and with a
messed up head I started my ten hour journey to Milan.
"It will be alright." Larissa cooed. "He is not worth your tears."
She rubbed my back and fed me soup. This morning I arrived in Milan. Larissa had called Aunt Lydia to
tell her I was here. Poor Aunty was worried sick.
"I really missed you Lari." I hiccupped.1
"I missed you too Jill, but you know that I can't go back or atleast not yet." she whispered.
"Why?" I asked.
"Milan is my future. Barcelona is...I'm not ready to go back yet. It still hurts."
I hugged her tightly. "Sooner or later you should visit. Aunt Lydia misses you."
She smiled faintly at me. "I know...I miss mom too."
She looked at her watch and her eyes widened. "Goodness, I need to get ready for the fashion show."
"Fashion show?" I asked wonderingly.
She nodded. "Yeah, there's a fashion show tonight." she paused for a second and then looked at me,
"You should come."
I shook my head. "That's not a good idea."
"It is a good idea. I don't want you to stay here and overthink everything."
I stayed quiet, the only thing I need right now is ice cream, netflix, and a box with tissues.
"Finish your soup, I'll send a dress and makeup up to your room." Larissa said before she exited my
room. Well, I guess she didn't take no for an answer.
I looked around the room. It was a beautiful baronial room decorated in an old fashioned style. There
were lots of antics in different cabinets, but beside that I also spotted a cabinet with all kinds of liquor. If
Larissa wanted me to go to that fashion show at least I need to clear my mind somehow. Whiskey can
help me with that. Whiskey always does. I walked to the cabinet and took a bottle of whiskey and hid it
in my bag. It's a bad idea, but not as bad as dating Mateo for four fucking years.
Suddenly I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door and there was a girl in a maid uniform holding
a peach colored dress and shoes in her hand along with a pink bag which I assumed there was
makeup in it.
"Thank you." I said as I took everything from her.
"You're welcome. Miss said the driver will be here in an hour."
I nodded and closed the door again. I put everything on the bed and took a shower. I could choose
from all different kind of shower gels and shampoo, but I chose for the strawberry one. If I get drunk
tonight at least I will smell good. 3
After I was done I put the dress on, which was really tight on me, considering that Larissa is one size
smaller than I am. I combed my hair, applied some makeup, applied my favorite red matte lipstick and a
coat of strawberry chapstick over it, slip on my shoes, grabbed my bag, and headed downstairs.
Larissa was waiting for me in her silky robe at the end of the stairs. "You look hot girlfriend!" she
squealed as she looked at me from head to toe.
I forced a smile. "Thanks, why aren't you dressed?"
"I will get dressed at the show, come on let's go. The show will start in forty minutes."
We stepped in the car and drove to the fashion show. At the fashion show Larissa gave me a seat in
the second row as she went backstage to change. After she went backstage, I grabbed the whiskey
bottle out of my bag and started to drink. Slowly, but surely the alcohol started to work.
I was already waiting thirty minutes for the show to start and still there was nothing. No models, only
music. To make things worse there was a couple in front of me acting all lovey dovey with each other.
Every Time they kissed I wanted to throw the whiskey bottle at their heads, but then again I didn't want
to be charged for murder.
Fresh air.
I needed fresh air before I puke over this entire place ruining the dresses from the people who sat next
to me. I stood up from my seat and made my way to the exit.
It was dark and chilly outside, but I didn't care.
I found a bench nearby and decided to sit there until I felt better again. From the corner of my eyes I
could see someone staring at me. It was creepy, but he was hot.
"You know." I said, my voice so soft that I could barely hear myself. "Haven't you learned that staring is
rude and creepy?"
He chuckled and sat down next to me. I looked over at him and said: "What is a good looking guy like
you doing here outside with me? All the models are inside."
He was handsome. He had champagne blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and I could see his six pack
through the thin fabric of his shirt. To top all of that, his voice was husky, a huge turn on.
"What is a pretty girl like you doing here outside, alone and drunk?" he retorted.
I threw my head back and laughed.
"I'm here to forget everything for awhile." I mumbled after I was done laughing. I don't know why I was
laughing, the whiskey is probably working. It did the thinking, the talking, and now the laughing. I
wondered what's next.
"And what do you want to forget?" he asked in a whisper.
"Everything." I looked at him with my big mischievous blue-green eyes. There's a myth that says that
people with blue-green eyes can hypnotize people. Usually I would just laugh at that, because I don't
believe in myths like how I don't believe in happy endings anymore. But now it didn't matter, because I
wasn't doing the thinking. Whiskey did. "And you can help me with that."
Before my brain could process what my hands was about to do I grabbed him by his white shirt and
kissed him fully on his lips. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding.
Where did I learn to kiss like this? I never kissed Mateo like this. I wanted to pull away before I lose
myself in him but I can't seem to...In this moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer
think straight. His lips felt so soft and warm on mine. I felt his hands on my back playing with the ends
of my hair.
"Room." he whispered huskily as he pulled away slowly. "We need privacy."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him to god knows where. At this point my mind was blank and
the only thing that mattered to me was that hot stranger. Part of me knew what was going on, but the
other part of me was just whiskey.
Somehow we ended up in a cab, kissing again. This time even more deeper and hotter. I felt bad for
the driver who had to witness this through his rear view mirror.
Suddenly the cab stopped and he took my hand and we walked to what seem like a huge house. I
blinked my eyes a little and I noticed it was not a huge house.
It was a hotel.
We got a card and walked to our room. I know where this was going, but somehow I couldn't just
process it. My mind was blank, my heart was racing wildly, and my eyes were fixed on that handsome
stranger in front of me. The whiskey was slowly taking over my whole body and at this point I didn't
care at all.
We entered the room and before the door even closed properly, he scooped me up and pressed me
against the wall. His lips covered mine and the world seemed to disappear around us. "What's your
name?" he asked as he teasingly bit my bottom lip.
I giggled. "Jill"
"Jill!" I woke up from my thoughts as I heard Reina yelling my name outside my door.
"What?!" I yelled back, as I placed my hand on my heart. That was so intense.
"Are you crying?" she asked.
"No, why do you think that?"
"I thought I heard you sniffing."
I touched my face and it was wet from tears. Dammit. I have been crying all the time.
"No, I haven't."
It was silent for a while and I thought she went back to her room.
"Are you catching a cold? Do you want me to make you soup?"
I smiled at her question. What did I do to deserve a best friend like her? 1
"No, it's ok. I'll just sleep it off."
"Okay, if there's anything, don't hesitate to wake me up." 2
"I will not."
"Okay."she said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
..........
Flynn Vasilios P.O.V
I looked into her bright blue-green eyes. She was so pretty and sophisticating. A little minx, a temptress
without even trying. "What's your name?" I asked as I teasingly bit her bottom lip.
She giggled. "Jill"
"Mh."I murmured. "Mine's Flynn."
"Daddy Flynn?" she whispered, her eyes holding a mischievous glint.12
I chuckled. "Daddy Flynn for you only, Pudding." I said as I kissed her neck, a wave of pure pleasure
ran through my entire body. The smell of strawberry and whiskey on her was intoxicating. As I kissed
my way gently up her neck to her lips that taste of whisky, the scenery disappeared and I was lost in
the moment. 1
"Jill." I breathed as I carried her to the bed. I put her on top of me.
She was so small, so pretty, so innocent.3
I held her firmly on her waist as she tried to wiggle her way out of it, not knowing that she is waking up
Flynn Jr. Her eyes widened when Flynn Jr. started to poke her tights. 1
"Wow." she gasped as she leaned over to me, grabbing the glass of water on the night stand.
"I am not Jill!" A shrill voice yelled causing me to jump out of bed. My hair and my face were wet,
someone had thrown water on me. I looked at my bed and saw a angry blonde girl only in her black
lingerie.
"What the hell was that for?" I snapped as I grabbed a towel and dried my face.
"You were calling me Jill. Who the hell is Jill? I am Samantha!" she sneered. 3
Shit.
I must have dreamed about Jill again. Lately I keep getting dreams about Jill and the one night stand,
making my current one night stands furious. The blonde girl, whose name was probably Samantha
jumped out of my bed, took her clothes and stormed out of the hotel room. Well atleast she did it on
herself today, because usually I had to let my security drag her out.
I sighed as I sat on the edge of my bed. Maybe Rodrigo was right.
I should tell her.
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