Tue. Feb 13th, 2024

Episode 12


Jill Malik P.O.V


“I’m so glad you could make it tonight!” Ximena squealed and hugged me tightly. She looked drop dead gorgeous in her azure blue dress, it complimented her eyes. Her hair was in a messy bun and she wore a blue flower crown. She looked like a princess, but she had all the right to look like a princess tonight. After all it’s her engagement party.


Reina and I were invited to Ximena’s engagement party. I was not sure if I could make it due so much work recently. Even though Ximena was my friend, I was still her employee and she expect the same from me as she does from other employees.


Hard work and dedication.


“Congratulations on your engagement.” Reina congratulated Ximena. Reina and Ximena knew each other through me. They weren’t really the bestest of friends, but they could get along really well.


“Thank you, how are you and Luca doing? I saw pictures of you guys in Daily mail.” Ximena said smiling as she looked at Reina who was wearing a black chiffon dress.


Reina blushed. “He’s doing great.. We’re just..uhh friends.”


“Ah, that’s great.” Ximena replied not really convinced by the hesitant answer of Reina.


Ximena’s engagement part is held at the Manhattan penthouse. The venue was beautifully decorated and I wondered where Ximena got her wedding planner. Everything was perfectly arranged and the views from up here were spectacular.


The spacious Reception Room with elegant tables has arched windows on either side of the dance floor. There was also a beautiful bar with stained glass and oak paneling between the two doorways leading to the Ballroom.


I saw Blake coming towards us with a glass of champagne in his hand. He looked handsome in his blue tuxedo. His tousled black hair, which was thick and lustrous was combed neatly into a manbun. It suited him.


“Hello Jill, how are you?” he asked as he extended his hand for me for a handshake.


“I’m doing well and bytheway congratulations on your engagement.”


He smiled. “Thanks, hope you have a great night so far.”


I nodded my head. “Yes totally, it’s beautiful up here.”


“It is.” he agreed. We talked for a while, but then he had to proceed to walk towards a table behind me to greet more people.


I decided to get something to drink at the bar, but halfway I got stopped by the trio that walked out of the elevator.


Flynn, Rodrigo, and Ellie.


“Jill!” Ellie squealed as she ran up to me. The pink lace dress she was wearing hugged all her curves in the right place. No doubt she will be the center of attention tonight. She hugged me tightly and when she released me I saw Rodrigo and Flynn behind her watching us with an amused expression plastered on their face.


“Hello Rodrigo.” I hugged him and he chuckled. Rodrigo is cute, I have to admit. That boy has the looks, but since the first time I’d met him it was clear that he didn’t see me as more than a friend. “Nice to meet you again pretty lady.”

I released myself out of his hug and saw Flynn silently glaring at him. What is wrong with him?


“Good evening Vasilios.” I said extending my hand to him for a handshake. He looked dumbfounded at my hand. Yes, he didn’t die yet, because after I swam back to the yacht I was a shivering mess.


“No hug?” he pouted.


I rolled my eyes.


“I haven’t forgive you yet Vasilios!” I replied flatly.


“What?!” he asked, the smile on his face disappeared. “It has been two weeks and it wasn’t so bad, pudding.”


“It was freezing cold you moron and I don’t forgive so easily.”


He raised a eyebrow. “Oh really?” he smirked. “I have sent you so many bouquets the last two weeks. Do you want more so you can forgive me faster?”


I shook my head wildly. The past two weeks he had sent me all kinds of flowers with a note that said ‘sorry’. Even though the flowers were pretty and I didn’t had the heart to throw them away, it took quite a lot of space in the living room and on the kitchen counter. Last night Reina had to prepare dinner under a huge bouquet of Roses and sunflowers. “Oh please don’t, my apartment look like a botanical garden right now.”


He laughed. “So, hug?”


I sighed, “Fine, a hug.”


He walked up to me slowly and pulled me closer to him wrapping his arms around me. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around my small body. It wasn’t like the quick hug Ellie or Rodrigo gave me. This was a real hug. The world around me melted away as I squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end. I always loved it when guys hugged me like this. For some reasons these hugs were so addictive and I always felt protected. It is the kind of hug I want to feel over and over again.


“Strawberries and whiskey.” he murmured as he inhaled the scent of my hair.


I gasped and pushed him off me. “What did you just say?” I asked shocked.


“W-what?” he looked confused at me.


“You said something..”


He shook his head. “I think I got lost in the moment.”


“You said strawberries and whiskey.” I whispered. The last time I heard someone saying that about me was six years ago.


“What do you know about that?” I whispered again.


He can’t be the one, can he?




Flynn Vasilios P.O.V


She looked like a goddess in the middle of the room. In her red satin dress she looked like the princess version of red riding hood.

Innocent, sweet, and beautiful.


Ellie ran towards her for a hug and the smile on her face was what I wanted to see everyday for the rest of my life.The way her soft red lips lifted upward. The way her teeth are perfectly aligned. The warm glow her happiness gives.


Her smile is a ray of sunshine, and I am a sunburn.


When Ellie released her out of her hug she walked towards us. Her footsteps were light and timid as she slowly approaches us, watching me through gorgeous blue-green eyes. I can only imagine what might be going through her head. Is she still mad at me?


She hugged Rodrigo and I couldn’t help but feel jealous. I feel like her and Rodrigo have a really great bond and I want to have that too. Shit, I want to have more than a really great bond. I wanted her to be mine.


When it was my turn to hug she just extended her hand to me for a handshake. Really? So she’s still mad at me.


“Good evening Vasilios.” she said extending her hand to me for a handshake. The way my last name came out of her sΒ£xy mouth was so perfect to be real. Since she couldn’t come up with a suitable nickname for me – I didn’t approve of her choice of nicknames bytheway – she decided to stick with calling me Vasilios even though I told her to just call me Flynn.


I looked dumbfounded at her hand. “No hug?” I pouted. I was disappointed to say the least. I thought she already forgave me.


She rolled her eyes.


“I haven’t forgive you yet Vasilios!” she said flatly.


“What?!” I asked, disappointed. I had sent her flowers for two weeks straight and that obviously didn’t work to get her to forgive me.


I just threw her in the water, nothing bad. Except for the fact that the water was freezing cold. I hadn’t really thought of that. But it was funny and it was also a good excuse to have her in my arms afterwards so she wouldn’t become a human ice cube.


“It has been two weeks and it wasn’t so bad pudding.”


“It was freezing cold you moron and I don’t forgive so easily.”


Ah, there’s my feisty little pudding.


I raised my eyebrow. “Oh really?” I smirked.


“I have sent you so many bouquets the last two weeks. Do you want more so you can forgive me faster?”


She shook her head wildly. “Oh please don’t, my apartment look like a botanical garden right now.”


I laughed. “So, hug?” I tried again.


She sighed, “Fine, a hug.”


I grinned as I walked slowly up to her and pulled her closer to me wrapping my arms around her small body. I felt her head resting on my chest. I buried my face in her hair and inhaled her scent. It brought me back to six years ago.

Whiskey and strawberries.


She gasped and pushed me off her. “What did you just say?” she asked shocked.


“W-what?” I looked confused at her.


“You said something..”


I shook my head. “I think I got lost in the moment.”


“You said whiskey and strawberries.” she whispered, and continued “What do you know about that?”


“I told you I got lost in the moment”


I looked at the panic expression on her face and that’s when I realized that she knew about it.


She knew about the one night stand.


But why can’t she remember me? Or is she just pretending?

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