Anger boiled deep in my system, as hot as lava...

"What the hell was that?!" I yelled out at Flynn once he dragged me out of Victoria's secret, away from the seething redhead. I know redheads were hot tempered, but that girl was on a whole other level of being hot tempered.


We were in the middle of the sidewalk in busy New York City and people who passed us gave us strange looks. "Can you please calm down." he hushed as he ran his hand through his hair three times, before he fixed his eyes back on me. Deep ocean blue eyes, the kind of eyes that you could get lost in.

"No, no, no!" I stopped in my tracks and he let out a loud frustrated groan.

"We can talk, but just not here." he hissed, as he held me firmly on my arm and continued to walk.


"We will talk here! I don't care!" I seethed as I narrowed my eyes angrily at him.

He threw his hands in the air out of frustration and snapped: "Fine you want to talk? Let's talk!"


"What the hell was that inside of Victoria's secret with that redhead?! Now I'm kicked out of that store thanks to you!" I was infuriated about what happened. I have never been kicked out of a store and then Flynn comes along and manages to do that in less than ten minutes.

After Flynn claimed that I was his girlfriend, redhead started to go crazy. She threw the red corset she had in her hand in my face while calling me all the synonyms of the word bitch. In simple words, she was causing a scene, which led to us being kicked out of the store.

"Will you please calm the fuck down?!" he snapped, and muttered under his breath loud enough for me to hear: "If one hot tempered redhead wasn't enough, karma had given me another one to deal with and you're not even a redhead."

My face turned red as I was getting furious at what he just said. This guy really knows how to push my buttons I didn't even know exist.

"What did you just say?!" I snarled giving him a death stare.

"I said calm down! You look like you're about to explode!"

"I am about to explode, if you're not telling me now what was going on in there!"

He let out a deep breath. "Do you really want me to say it here? In the middle of the sidewalk?"

"Yes! I don't think it can get any worse than what had happened in Victoria's secret."

What can get any worse than being kicked out of Victoria's Secret?

"She was the worse one night stand I had ever had and I needed to get rid of her!" After those words left his mouth, all the people that were passing by, stared at us wide eyed.

"You know what?" I massaged my temples as I closed my eyes for a second, this guy is unbelievable. "Let's go to the coffee shop across the street and talk."

He smirked. 'Good, I thought you'd never ask."

..........

"Now, explain." I said, looking at the hot specimen in front of me. We had just ordered our coffee and settled down in the corner of the coffee shop, away from the bustle. Now that I was sitting across him on eye level I had a better look at his face. He was even more handsome from close up. His face, something about him looks oddly familiar. I just can't seem to remember if I have met him before.

"Are you done checking me out?" he asked amused, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips.

"Are you done being cocky?" I retorted.

He chuckled and said: "Always have answers ready for everything huh?"

"What can I say? Now, let's talk about what we actually came here for."

He looked down at his coffee mug and started to talk. "Last night I invited Pamela, the redhead, for a one night stand. She wore her red corset that her boyfriend bought for her and I accidentally tore it apart. Needless to say I had to buy her a new one. She persisted that I needed to go with her to buy it or she would cause a scene in my company. And that's the last thing that I want, I don't want all my employees to know that their boss is going around tearing girl's corsets apart. So I decided to go with her."

He looked up at me, waiting for my response.

"That still didn't answer my question."

"What was your question again?" he asked again. I rolled my eyes at him. Does he suffer from memory loss or something?

"I asked, why did you have to lie to that redhead that I'm your girlfriend?"

"Oh that." he snickered. "She was the worse one night stand I ever had and her head game was really weak, so no, I don't want to spend my money on trash. So I needed to get rid of her somehow without offending her."

My mouth hung with lips slightly parted and my eyes were as wide as they could stretch at what he just said.

I will say it again. This guy is unbelievable.

"You know what, have a wonderful day." That was all I could say before standing up and leaving the coffee shop without sparing him another glance.

..........

Flynn Vasilios P.O.V

"Sir...Tomorrow you have a meeting with your sister and her business associates from Brazil." Timon my personal assistant handed me a stack of files as I entered my office.

"Mh, do I have plans for tonight Timon?" I asked looking at the fifty five year old man in front of me.

He worked for this company for almost fifteen years now and he was also the personal assistant for my dad.

"Yes, with Zoe Clayton. It's her last night in New York, before she will go back to Russia."

"Russia?" I asked curious. Isn't she supposed to go to Brazil?

"Yes, in the latest gossip it says that she is the latest mistress of the Russian minister sir." Timon said with a straight face, but I could sense that he was uncomfortable telling me that.

"Cancel my plans with her tonight, instead send her flowers."

"Well sir, she will not be happy with it. You already ditched her on the night of Kat Von D's party."

"Do I look like I care? And bytheway I couldn't help that Hanna was hotter than her. Now go and do what I've asked you."

He nodded his head and walked to the main door, but before he closed the door he turned around and said: "Oh and sir, it was not Hannah you had ditched Zoe for. It was Kelly."

How the hell did he know who she was and I didn't? And what's the difference between Hannah and Kelly? They are all the same. Long hair, big breasts, and good in bed or in Kelly's case a bathroom stall.

I sat down on the big chair behind my desk and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I send a quick message to Rodrigo asking if he's up to go to the club tonight. He immediately responded with yes. I send him the time and place, before shutting off my phone. I looked at the huge stack of papers in front of me. I let out a heavy sigh before I started reading them one by one.

Slowly my mind started to wander to something else. Or not something, but someone.

I sat in the first row at the Milan fashion show, waiting for Zoe to walk the runway. That time Zoe was just a dear friend of mine, nothing else. I was in Milan for a business meeting with my dad. I was in my second year of college and my dad wanted me to gain skills by bringing me to his meetings. I was tapping impatiently with my shoe on the floor, this fashion show was boring.

Then I saw her.

She was stumbling her way to the exit of the building. Her long, wavy brown hair and skin tight peach dress that hugged her curves in all the right places caught my attention.

I need to know who she is.

I excused myself from the people around me and followed the mysterious girl. I saw her outside sitting on a bench with a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

It was chilly outside, but she seemed unbothered.

I walked closer to her and from close up she was even prettier. She had pretty blue-green eyes, which were calm and emotionless. I wanted to reach out and touch her lips, full and glossy red even in the fading light of the evening. But I restrained myself from doing it since it would be creepy.

"You know." she suddenly said, her voice so soft that I could barely hear her. "Haven't you learned that staring is rude and creepy?"

I chuckled as I sat down next to her. Pretty girl had caught me. She looked over at me and said: "What is a good looking guy like you doing here outside with me? All the models are inside."

She was drunk.

I could hear it through the way she talked and the way she smelled. It was a mixture of strawberry and whiskey. For some reasons it was a major turn on.

"What is a pretty girl like you doing here outside, alone and drunk?" I retorted.

She threw her head back and laughed. "I'm here to forget everything for a while." she mumbled after she was done laughing.

"And what do you want to forget?" I asked her in a whisper.

"Everything." She looked at me with her big mischievous blue-green eyes. Her eyes screamed trouble, but I know that she was a good girl. "And you can help me with that."

Before I could ask her how, she grabbed me by my tie and kissed me fully on my lips. Her lips tasted like strawberries and whiskey.

Delicious.