Wed. May 29th, 2024

Episode 5

 

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.

 

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

 

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

 

She smiled warmly. “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 knew that Ximena was in Paris?

 

Sandra must have saw 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 the question again. I shook my head. “No, not at all.”

 

“Oh, I just thought with the same surname and all, anyways who was your stylist 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 very 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. When we were in the elevator Chase give me a stack of his business cards in case and I quote ‘someone asked to contact me’

 

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

 

“Your 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 to see 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.

 

“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.”

 

Dammit, 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 thrice, 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 va— I mean nevermind.”

 

Now Rodrigo was laughing loudly. “Trust me, I want to know that too.”

 

“So you’re 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 specimen 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 awhile, not knowing what to say.

We stayed silent for awhile, 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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