I still can't believe I'm now officially Flynn's girlfriend. It feels so surreal, because I never thought I would end up with him.

Yesterday after he dropped me off, we ended up in a heated makeout session. The way he kissed me, touched me, it reminded me so much of him. I feel so complete with Flynn, like he was actually the one I was waiting for in all those six years.


But I know it couldn't be. Or could it?

I don't know.Not remembering most of the things that happened that night, is not pleasant. Another reason I never ever touched a whiskey bottle after that night.

I shook my head and continued walking. I was on a little shopping spree, because Flynn messaged me this morning, that he wanted to take me to Paris. He's actually going to seal a business deal, but he said that there was still enough time to go out and go sight seeing.


First I was protesting, because the launch of Ximena's makeup palette, was going to be in a couple of days. But he promised me that he would bring me home, two days before the launch. After a lot of convincing from him and Ximena, I decided to go. Which meant I needed to do some shopping.

I was about to walk into Macy's when someone called my name. I turned around and saw Ethan with a beautiful girl next to him walking towards me.


"Ethan!" my face lit up as I saw him.

"JJ, finally we meet again." he gave me a side hug and then faced the girl next to him. "Irina, she's Jill my best friend. Jill, this is Irina my fiancee."

The last time Ethan and I met was when we had lunch at Margon restaurant. There he told me that he was engaged with a Jordanian woman, named Irina who also was on the internship program. It was love at first sight and five months after dating, he proposed to her.

I was shocked to say the least. I never thought he was the first one who would get engaged. He always said that he didn't believe in love at the first sight, but here he was engaged to the woman he fell in love with the very first time he saw her.

"How are you?" I asked Irina. She was so pretty. Long shiny black hair, big dark green eyes, and long black eyelashes.

"I'm doing well." she replied shyly. "We're doing some shopping, because we're planning to move to Jordan."

"Really?" I asked surprised. "That's great. When?"

"When Ethan gets the job in Jordan. We can get an email anytime now." She looked at Ethan with a small smile and I could see how much she loved him.

Ethan nodded. "Yes, once I get an email we are moving immediately."

"That's awesome Ethan!" I was so happy for him, that he got what he wanted. "And what about you Irina?"

"Me?" she asked, "I'll take over my parent's business."

I nodded. That makes sense.

I looked at my watch and my eyes widened. Flynn would be at my apartment in an hour and I still needed to go to Macy's.

"It was great to finally meet you." I hugged Irina. "But I've to go now. I hope to see you both before you leave for Jordan."

"I'll give you a call." Ethan promised.

I said my goodbyes to them and walked into Macy's to buy the last stuff I needed for Paris.

..........

I sprinkled some green parmesan cheese on the Cajun chicken pasta, before serving it on the plates.

Flynn was about to come any moment now.

After I was done shopping, I did some quick grocery shopping. Then I facetimed aunt Lydia and put my phone on the fridge so she could give me directions on how to make Cajun chicken pasta.

I was planning to make my favorite dish and probably the only dish I could make on top of my head, but I decided to try something new.

I heard the front door opening and closing and I knew it was Flynn. I told him in the message that he could just walk in, I would leave the door open. I looked down at my outfit and it wasn't that bad.

I wore a Ivory shift dress, that had a little bit sauce on the bottom, but it looked presentable. I walked into the living room and Flynn was placing his jacket on the couch.

"How was work Casanova?" I stood on my tippy toes and placed a quick kiss on his lips. "Mmh good." he mumbled against my lips. "I don't like that nickname."

I giggled. "What do you want me to call you then? Chunky butt? Muffin?"

"You're so horrible in giving nicknames." he chuckled, placing another kiss on my lips. Before I knew it, he held my waist firmly and sat down on the couch, placing me on his lap. "Mi amor, would be cute."

"Nope." I said, shaking my head. "Milan is my mi amor."

He laughed. "Well then you have two."

"No, you chunky butt." I playfully slapped him and tried to wiggle myself out of this position.

"I swear, you are waking up the big fella of this chunky butt if you will not stop wiggling." he warned, trying to hold me still.

"What?" For a minute I didn't know what he was talking about. "Ohh." I said embarrassed after I finally realized what he meant.

"Yes, ohh." he smirked, probably enjoying every single minute of this.

I leaned in and softly kissed him on his lips. "Dinner's ready Vasilios." I licked his bottom lip before pulling away.

I stood up and smirked when he groaned, frustrated that I broke the kiss.

"You little tease !"

Jill Malik P.O.V

I woke up feeling tired. I looked at my phone, it was 4:00 PM. I stretched and let out a loud yawn. I looked at the night stand on my right and saw a rose with a note attached on it. I picked it up and smiled at what was written on it.

I'm at a meeting. I'll pick you up at seven pm. We're going to the eiffel tower.

See you tonight, pudding.

I placed the rose back on the night stand and stood up to go to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and covered myself in a white bathrobe.

Early this morning we arrived in Paris. The flight from New York to Paris was pleasant. There was no turbulence or whatsoever as how they mentioned at the beginning of the flight. Thank goodness nothing kinky happened during the flight except for a lot of kissing. I wasn't ready yet to be welcomed in the mile-high club. When we arrived at the private airport of the Vasilios we immediately drove to Le Meurice, the hotel we were staying at, because Flynn needed to shower and prepare for his meeting at noon. While he was busy on his laptop finishing his work, I took a nap on the kingsized bed.

I walked back into my plush Louis XVI style decorated bedroom and ordered Gougère through room service. I was hungry, because I hadn't had lunch. Flynn ate the fruit bowl I brought with me while I was sleeping.

The Gougères arrived and my mouth started to water. Gougères are small french pastries and they are filled with ingredients such as mushrooms , beef, or ham. I took a bite of one and moaned in pleasure. It tasted that good.

After I finished the Gougères I opened my suitcase to pick out a dress for tonight. I picked the one Reina chose for me. A long nude glitter backless dress. I tried it at home and it fitted me like a glove. She also packed matching heels with them, luckily this time they weren't as high as skyscrapers. They were a pair of beautiful four inch nude heels with see through straps.

I placed the dress and shoes on the bed and went on the balcony. It had a beautiful view of the Tuileries gardens. The hotel itself was luxurious. They had sophisticated rooms and suites with Italian marble bathrooms. All have flat-screen TVs, free Wi-Fi and air-conditioning, and 24-hour room service is available.

There were also 2 lavishly decorated restaurants, including a renowned restaurant serving haute cuisine, plus a chic bar hosting nightly live jazz, and a spa with mosaic hammams and a sun terrace.

It had literally everything one needed, it was even pet-friendly ! Talking about pets, maybe I should ask Flynn for one.

I grabbed my phone and texted him. This was more important than the meeting. I need to make sure if he likes puppies or not, because his answer can either make me happy or make him single. Better not mess this up Vasilios.

Hey. We need to talk -Jill-

I hit the send button and sat down on the chair on the balcony enjoying the view. This was my first time in Paris and even though I haven't been out yet I have been enjoying myself so far. The rooms are huge and comfortable, the food was heaven, and the view was amazing from up here.

My thoughts were disturbed by the sound of my phone. The screen said in bold letters Vasilios with a heart and ring emoji next to it. I picked it up, wondering why he called me.

"Yes Vasilios?" I answered in a sweet voice.

"What happened?" he asked murmurous. I bet he was still in his meeting. If he was, why was he calling then? The only thing he needed to do was send me a message back.

"Nothing." I said, "Why are you calling me if you're in a meeting?"

"What is it that you want to talk about?" I could sense that he was getting impatient.

"I wanted to ask if you like puppies." I rolled my eyes as I said that.

"Is that what you want to talk about?" he whisper-yelled and then groaned.

"Yes." I answered, "You just had to send me an message with a answer, you know."

"Don't scare me like that anymore. I thought it was important !"

"It is important." I replied in a matter-of- fact tone.

I heard him shuffle in the background and then I heard: "It's okay gentlemen, my girlfriend is okay. She just wanted to ask if I like puppies. Sorry for the interruption, I will end this call in a second."

Then I heard laughs erupting in the background and a man in a husky voice said: "That's like my wife, one time she called me in the middle of a meeting only to ask if I still love her. I married her and we have two kids."

They burst into laughter again and Flynn came back to the phone. "Yes, I love puppies. I will buy you a whole shelter if you want."

"I just want one. Are you still in a meeting?"

"Yes, when you send me that text I immediately asked them to stop the meeting, because I thought something was bothering you. You didn't even add emoji's in the text. It sounded so...cold."

I chuckled. "I'm sorry. Tell them I apologize for the interruption."

"It's okay. Did you saw the rose?"

I nodded, but realized Flynn couldn't see me. "Yes." I answered.

"Good, then I will see you tonight."

"Bye Vasilios."

"Bye pudding." he said before ending the call.

I sighed and went back to read the text and see if it sounded cold as how Flynn mentioned. Reading it five times over and over again I realized what he meant. It sounded serious. Well, atleast I know that I need to re-read my texts before sending them.