"What are you thinking about?!" A voice woke me up from my thoughts. I looked around and saw Rodrigo leaning on the doorframe, smirking at me. "Is it her?"

"Oh shut up, what are you doing here?"


Rodrigo looked confused at me. "Weren't you the one that called me and asked if we could go clubbing tonight?"

"Isn't it too--" I looked at my watch and my eyes widened. "Never mind, let's go."

It was already nine at night. I didn't know it was this late. I looked at the work I had finished and it wasn't a lot. I grabbed my car keys and walked towards Rodrigo.


"Let's go." I huffed. "And stop smirking, I know you caught me thinking--"

"Drooling." he corrected. "Drooling at the thought of her."


I glared at him. "I wasn't drooling."

He laughed loudly. "Of course you will deny that...I know you better than today Flynnie boy, it's time you tell her."

..........

"What!" Rodrigo screamed making everyone in the vip section stare at us.

"Shut the hell up!" I hissed glancing around the room. "I mean don't shut up, but don't be so fucking loud."

"I can't help and bytheway, redhead's name is not Pamela, It's Poppy."

"Poppy?" I asked dumbfounded.

Rodrigo nodded. "Yes it's Poppy; you're talking about the girlfriend of Jay Williams's right?"

"Yes, but. But...I'm pretty sure she told me her name was Pamela."

"Oh, then I guess you had sex with her aunt. Her aunt's name is Pamela and they look awfully alike."

"What?!" This time I was the one that screamed. I told Rodrigo about everything that happened at Victoria's Secret. And now he's telling me that the redhead I had a one night stand with was not Poppy who I actually thought it was, but it was Pamela her aunt? I need to stop calling girls sweetheart to avoid these types of situations, dammit!

"Man you're screwed...I mean Poppy and Pamela look alike, because Pamela is nothing but a plastic. She wants to look like her niece so bad"

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

I took the whole Martini bottle and gulp it down my throat.

"Hey!" Rodrigo yelled trying to take the Martini bottle out of my hand. "Are you out of your mind? Tomorrow you need to go to office."

"Fuck that!" I growled. "I had a fucking one night stand with Poppy's aunt!"

"It's not the end of the world." Rodrigo snatched the martini bottle out of my hand and hid it under the table. "Your mind is messing with you since you saw her."

"Can I help it?" I groaned. I'm so screwed. How could I not see the difference between Poppy and Pamela. That's right there's no difference, except for the fact that Pamela is horrible in bed.

"I said it so many times and I will say it again...Tell her."

I stared at Rodrigo. "Do you think she will believe me?" I said. "Just like, oh hey I was the guy you had a one night stand with six years ago and I can't get you out of my mind. Do you know how weird that sound?"

"Not if you take her to dinner?"

"Dinner?" I simpered. "Do you know how hard it was to get her in that coffee shop to talk? She despises me."

Rodrigo shook his head as he laughed quietly. "That's why you should stop being a womanizer. Have you ever thought about why she despises you? Yes, because you're a fucking manwhore."

"I really need to clear up my mind." I took out my phone and Rodrigo looked at me wide eyed. "You're not doing what I think you're going to do."

"It's her last day here in New York before she will go back to her new lover in Russia. I might as well enjoy while she's still here."

..........

Jill Malik P.O.V

I did the final touches on my makeup before I walked out of my room to have breakfast. I smelled the pancakes before my other senses registered their presence. I walked into the kitchen to see Reina frying pancakes in her underwear as she was humming an unfamiliar tune.

I snuck up behind her and snagged a piece of Pancake out of the huge stack. I grabbed a plate and retreated with my golden brown pancake towards the syrup. I always wondered how she could make pancakes so perfectly.

After slathering the still steaming pancake with liquid sugar, I gingerly cut off a bite and lifted it towards my mouth.

Pure bliss.

"You look cute today." Reina said as she glanced over at me.

"Thanks, I'm going to a meeting today with Ximena and Claire." I scooped up another bite to replace the one which was quickly dissolving in my mouth.

"Delicious pancakes."

"Thanks." She replied smiling.

After I finished eating my pancakes I grabbed my bag from the counter and walked towards the main door.

"I will see you tonight." I yelled out at Reina who was still in the kitchen.

"Uhm actually I will have dinner with Luca tonight." she said biting her lower lip.

"Well have fun." I said wiggling my eyebrows and giving her a wink.

"Oh, it's not like that!" she yelled before I closed the door behind me.

..........

"Who are we still waiting for?" I asked, annoyed. We were already twenty minutes in the conference room waiting for one person before we could start the meeting. Ximena was standing in the doorway looking stressed while giving Claire orders. I looked around the table and some of them were already getting impatient.

"How long do we still need to wait?" one of them asked impatiently as he looked at his Rolex watch. "The meeting was supposed to start twenty minute ago."

I was about to stand up and ask Ximena what is happening when suddenly a pissed off Flynn stepped in the conference room.

His hair was messy, his eyes bloodshot red, but he still look as handsome as ever. He sat down on the vacant chair and my eyes widened.

All this time we were waiting for him?

……….

Jill Malik P.O.V

The meeting went really well, except for the fact that one person kept falling asleep constantly. It's annoying and highly unprofessional to hear someone snore when you're in a meeting. Ximena had to elbow him occasionally so he would stay awake. Now and then he glanced over at me and every time he did that my heart makes this weird dance. It's so annoying since I'm supposed to dislike him for what he did yesterday.

Ximena's Brazilian associate were really impressed by the presentation and told her that they would send her an email with their final decision. I was so proud of Ximena. She deserved this. She deserved to expand her business internationally.

..........

"What the hell Flynn?" Ximena growled when everyone left and we were now alone in the conference room. Flynn looked up at her wearily. I doubt that he had breakfast this morning, because he looks exhausted.

"Spare me the lecture, I fucked up I know." he groaned as he leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes. Even when he's like this, he's handsome. His hair was a mess, he looks paler than ever, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and still he looks like a model coming straight out of Forbes magazine. For a hot and smart CEO -he has the looks and he graduated from Harvard with flying colors- he sure is irresponsible.

"You have a hangover on a weekday? Care to explain why?" Ximena tapped angrily on the table with her nails. She always does that when she's angry. I think that's the only reason why she gets her nails done every week, for the sound it makes when she taps with them on the table.

"Stop that, it's annoying." Flynn muttered, pointing at Ximena's nails ticking on the table. "And no, it's none of your business."

She let out an exasperated sigh and looked over at me. I was collecting some papers and was about to head out.

"Uhm, I have to go now, I'll see you tomorrow." I said, not wanting to be in the middle of a possible sibling fight.

"I'll pick you up at eight in the morning."

I nodded. "Sounds good."

I threw a quick glance at Flynn who was half asleep half-awake in the chair before I headed out. During my presentation I'd done that too, throwing quick glances at him. Even when he had a hangover his eyes shined so impossibly blue like there was a sky trapped behind his pupils.

..........

It was a beautiful day in New York City. I was planning to go on a little shopping spree today, but Ethan, one of my closest friends from university, texted me a while ago asking if I was able to join him for lunch. Of course I replied with a yes, since I haven't seen him in a while. He went back to Germany after graduation, because of an internship he got.

I drove to the address Ethan had texted me and I ended up at this place called Margon. I had never eaten here before. I grabbed a small mirror out of my bag and fixed my makeup and hair before getting out of the car.

Margon, was a small restaurant, far from where I'm used to eat. Working for Ximena, gave me the privilege to eat at five star restaurants like Le Bernardin, Gramercy Tavern, Del Posto, etc.

I walked inside the restaurant, searching for Ethan. I found him in the corner waving at me. He hadn't changed that much, the only thing that changed was his hair. In university he had short curly copper brown hair, but now they were tied in a bun on top of his head. The bun was so perfect; I ask myself where he had learned to do that. Until this day, I still can't do the iconic messy Tumblr bun on my hair.

"JJ, long time no see." he walked over at me and gave me a tight hug. "I missed you!"

In university Ethan gave me the nickname JJ, which I didn't approve of the first time. I mean Jill itself was already short, but Ethan being so lazy had to come up with something shorter than Jill.

As time passed by and Ethan kept calling me JJ, I got used to it. He's also the only person who can call me JJ, if someone else would call me that I wouldn't hesitate to punch the person square in the face.

We settled down on a table next to the window and placed our order. "Oh my god, I need to tell you something!" Ethan said excitement visible in his eyes.

"What?" I asked curious. He beckoned me to come closer to him and whispered something in my ear. My eyes widened in surprise and my mouth fell open. No way!