Episode 22
Flynn Vasilios P.O.V
There were no words to describe how beautiful Jill looked tonight. Her short black dress, showed off her smooth tanned legs. Her eyes sparkled and the small smile on her face didn’t fade since we left her apartment.
If Jill would be a princess, she would be my princess. Her bright red lips were asking me to kiss them and her sparkling blue-green eyes held a mischievous glint.
A little freak.
My little freak.
“No way!” Jill gasped clasping her hands in front of her mouth, as I lead her to into Gallow Green. “This is beautiful.”
Not as beautiful as you I thought silently.
“I figured you would like this place.” I said, placing my hand on the small of her back.
“Like?” she said wide eyed, turning around to hug me. “I love this, it’s so beautiful.”
I was so happy that she loved it, because I had rented the entire place for one night. It was a beautiful rooftop bar at the McKittrick Hotel, nicely decorated with lots of plant life and trellises.
All in all it was an enchanting place, just like Jill.
“Why are we the only ones here?” she asked, looking up at me.
I bit the inside of my cheeks. I hope she will not freak out. “Well,” I said. “I have rented this whole place…for us”
“That’s amazing!” She exclaimed, excitement visible in her eyes. “You didn’t had to do this, but I’m actually happy that you did, because this place is breath taking.”
I smiled and led her to our table in the center of the room. Her face lit up when she saw the orchestra in the corner of the room. I pull out a chair for her and she sat down, still in complete awe about her surroundings.
“Good evening Mr. Vasilios and Ms. Malik, can I take your orders?” the waiter ask, pulling out his notepad.
“A tuna crudo for me.” I said eyeing the menu. The food was cheap, but I hope it taste good.
Jill was still scanning the menu. I hope she finds something she likes. There was a reason I brought her here instead to Del Posto or all those fancy restaurants.
“Pumpkin ravioli please.” Jill closed the menu and gave it back to the waiter.
“Anything else?”
“Yes.” I cleared my throat and continued, “Nutella Calzone for dessert and Red wine.”
The waiter wrote it down on his notepad and walked away with a nod.
I looked at Jill and she was already staring at me. “So…” she said, “What made you bring me here?”
I stole the billionaire’s heart
“To Gallow Green?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Well…” I was hesitating if I should tell her or not.
“Well?” She rose her eyebrows and I gulped.
“Because I want to.” I lied.
She laughed and shook her head. “Vasilios, Vasilios. I know you better, you would never dine at a place under five stars.”
Damn, she knows.
“You got me there pudding.” I chuckled nervously. “Well, it’s because you’re special.”
That is true. She is special, that’s why I hadn’t brought her to a five star restaurant, yet. A first date is suppose to be special and one of a kind.
“Am I?”
I nodded. “You are, I didn’t want to bring you to a five star restaurant where I brought all my former flings and one night stands. You deserve better.”
Jill was silent. Her eyes were holding all kind of emotions. I couldn’t tell if they were happy, sad, or angry. I hope she was not angry or sad. I was trying to make her happy.
I was trying to give her a one of a kind date.
Someplace where I haven’t been to with one of my flings.
Jill deserved a first date that is amazing as her.
“I-I’m.. I mean that’s nice.” she spoke softly. “You haven’t been here with one of your regulars?”
Regulars? What is she talking about?
“What?” I asked, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion.
“Regulars.” she emphasized the word. “Flings. One night stands.”
Oh, so that’s what she called them.
“No.” I answered, smiling at the thought that she called my flings regulars. “I mean, I’ll bring you to Del Posto and all those fancy restaurants, but for our first date I wanted it to be special.”
“You’re really something Vasilios.” She smiled and turned her attention back to the orchestra.
Seeing her enjoying herself gave me a content feeling. It was always hard to please a girl. All the girls I took out on a date in the past wanted to go to fancy restaurants, but they ended up buying a damn salad. What’s the point of going to the world’s best restaurant only to buy a salad?
“Did I already told you that you look beautiful?” I asked, studying her side profile. Her ponytail brought out her perfectly sculpted jawline.
She turned around to face me and blushed. “You already did. You called me f**king beautiful in front of Reina.”
“Right.” I remembered.
“This is really beautiful Vasilios. I have to admit, this is better than I expected.” Her voice sound angelic and sweet. And the way she said Vasilios, it just came so perfect out of her mouth.
“Did you expected a five star date?” I teased, my lips twitching in a smile.
She laughed. “Well I actually did. Isn’t that what rich people are into?”
I snorted. “Not this one.”
It was not a complete lie. I didn’t like places rated under five stars, but for Jill I would do anything.
Even going to a place rated zero stars.
The horror.
But if it makes her happy, it f**king makes me happy.
We stopped talking when the waiter arrived with our food. He poured wine in our glasses and wished us a pleasant evening before returning back to the kitchen.
We ate and talked. The food was delicious and so was the dessert. I was really impressed and I would definitely come back here in the future. Maybe with Jill, since she loved this place.
After dinner we walked around the rooftop and sat down on a couch in front of a fire, surrounded by plants. It was a beautiful and romantic setting.
Jill sat down next to me and together we make s’mores. She laughed a lot at the awful jokes I made, but she was also a good listener when I told her about my business trips, deals, and ideas.
She gave me some very interesting feedback, especially on my last project. It would be one of my biggest ones so far and having feedback really helped to improve my idea.
On my turn I asked her about Milan and Aunt Lydia. They were the only family she had. I can’t believe people can be so cruel to abandon their own blood. I would be disgusted by myself if I would ever do that.
After we ate our s’mores Jill leaned on me and placed her head on my shoulder. “Thank you.” She whispered. “For tonight. I had an amazing time.”
I played with her hair and inhaled her scent. “Only for you pudding.” I murmured and leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead.
She froze, but then calmed down.
I’m pretty sure she thought I would kiss her on her lips.
How much I really wanted to do it right now, especially seeing her plump lips in a wicked smile.
I can’t.
Or at least, not yet.
But soon.
Soon pudding, you will be mine.
And I’ll tell you the truth.
The truth, that I’ve known you all along.