"Are we already in Barcelona?" I croaked.

Flynn nodded. "Yes we are, you had been sleeping for three hours straight and you didn't even wake up when the plane touched down."


I smiled sheepishly at him. "Guess I was too tired."

"I figured, that's why I let you sleep. What's your aunt address?"

I took out my phone and showed him the address. He leaned forward to give the address to the driver.


I looked outside and saw all the familiar places. Places where I used to hangout. It has been so long that I've been back here.

Barcelona. My hometown.


And still it wasn't really home. I wasn't born here. I was raised here for as long as I can remember. I let out a huge sigh. Coming back here, brought back so many memories. Happy and sad ones.

I can't wait to see Aunt Lydia and Milan after two years.

Oh shit!

I haven't told Flynn about Milan. What if he will freak out? Should I tell him?

Questions were floating in my head.

I looked over at him and he was also staring outside deep in thoughts. My heart beat faster and I hoped Flynn wouldn't get out of the car. I hope he will just let the driver bring in my luggage. I don't want to tell him about Milan just yet.

Maybe later. Maybe when we go back.

After a few minutes of driving we finally stopped at a familiar white house.

Home.

I stepped out of the car and breathed in the fresh air. It feels so good to finally be home. When I saw Flynn stepping out of the car I hurriedly ran towards him.

"You don't have to come out you know. I mean thanks for bringing me here." I hastily said.

He chuckled. "Of course I will come out and say Hi to your aunt. I'm not that rude pudding." He walked to the back of the car and helped the driver to bring my luggage inside.

We walked towards the main door and before I could knock, the door swung open revealing my aunt. She still looks the same only with a little bit more wrinkles. No doubt Milan gave her that.

"Tía!" I exclaimed and hugged her tightly. I have missed her so much.

"Jill! Finally you're here." she sobbed as she hugged me tighter.

"Don't cry, I'm here." I let go of her and rubbed her back softly. "How have you been? You still look so young."

She playfully shoved me. "Oh shut up, you know I'm getting older day by day."

I heard a cough from behind me and realized that Flynn was still here.

"I want you to meet someone Tía." I said and stepped aside so Flynn could step forward.

"Is that your novio? She asked, her eyes glimmering.

"What, no. We're just amigos." I said.

She looked at me suspiciously but then extended her hand to Flynn. "I'm Lydia, nice to meet you young man."

"The pleasure is mine, I'm Flynn."

"Welcome to Barcelona, Are you going to stay here?"

"Oh no, I'll stay at my hotel."

"But why? There's enough room here. Jill why haven't you told him."

"No, it's okay. I have a meeting tomorrow. It will be easier for me to stay in the hotel where the meeting is being held."

"Oh, why don't you stay for din--?"

I interrupted aunt Lydia. I should have whispered to her that Flynn still doesn't know about Milan. "It's okay Tía, Flynn is probably really tired and wants to go home and take a shower. Right Flynn?" I asked raising my eyebrows as I literally tell him to go away with my eyes.

"Uh- yeah uhmm..I should get going. Uhm nice to meet you Lydia."

Aunt Lydia smiled at him. "Nice to meet you too, you should visit again before you leave."

Flynn gave her a sincere smile. "I will."

Flynn motioned his driver that it's time to leave but before he could turn around to open the door I heard footsteps behind me.

"Mommy."

Flynn Vasilios P.O.V

I stood frozen in shock as I watch the little boy running towards Jill. He looked so happy at seeing her.

Jill squatted down and hugged him tightly. "My baby." she said happily as she hugged the little boy. He buried his face in Jill's neck and kissed her on both of her cheeks.

My baby?

Did she have a baby?

The boy didn't look older than six years. He had a huge smile plastered on his face when Jill whispered something in his ear.

Is he mine?

It can't be, the little boy had curly black hair, neither me or Jill had curly black hair. He looked like an arab boy, but I could be wrong. He could be italian or spaniard.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Jill turned around and faced me with the little boy in her arms. "This is my friend, Flynn. Will you say hi?" she whispered to the little boy. He nodded and looked at me from under his thick black eyelashes. His eyes were a dark shade of brown.

He is definitely not mine.

Was Jill pregnant six years ago and is that why she was so upset that night? And where's the father? I had so many question and I was mad that Jill didn't inform me about him.

"Hi Flynn." the little boy whispered shyly. I flashed him a smile and pinched his cheeks. "Hey buddy, everything good?"

He nodded and his eyes twinkled from excitement. I can see that he really loved Jill. "Yes, mommy is home. I missed mommy."

Mommy, he called Jill mommy.

There's no doubt he's her son. Even though he doesn't look like Jill, maybe he had the features of his father. But where the fucking hell is the father? I remembered that Jill said she only lived with her Aunt.

Jill probably saw all the confusion on my face, because she gave the little boy back to her aunt and send them to the living room to wait for her. Once they left, she looked up at me. Hell yea, I needed answers.

"I should have told you about Milan." she mumbled softly.

So she remembered me. She remembered the one night stand in Milan.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest. It was racing so fast I was afraid it would leave my chest. "So you remembered?" I choked out after a while, trying to hide my excitement.

"Remembered?"

"Yes, about Milan?"

She nodded. "Yes, I can remember it like yesterday."

Dammit, this girl knew all along that I was her one night stand and she didn't say anything. My heart suddenly stopped.

What if she didn't love me back? Is that the reason why she didn't bring the one night stand up?

Shit.

I haven't thought of that.

"It's a long, complicated story." she sighed avoiding eye contact.

I tilted her chin up so she could look up at me. Her blue-green eyes looked tired, but at same time I saw a sign of relieve. "I have all night, pudding."

"Well, I haven't seen my family in two years. Maybe we can meet up for lunch tomorrow?" she suggested.

I have a meeting at lunch tomorrow, so that wouldn't work. "I can't, I have a meeting. What about dinner?"

"Sounds good to me, what time?"

"I will pick you up at eight."

"That's great, uhm so I guess you want to go to your hotel now? Thanks again."

"My pleasure pudding." I gave her a hug, before motioning to my driver that it was time to go.

"Be safe." she whispered before I opened the main door.

"Are you looking out for me pudding?" I teased as I hear the concern in her voice. It's cute.

She shrugged. "It's just something I always say."

"Well, you don't need to worry. My driver is not planning to kill me anytime soon." I gave her a wink and walked out towards my car.

"Mandarin Oriental." I said to my driver before I stepped in the car. I had so much on my mind right now. First Jill had a son that look six years old so she must have been a couple of weeks pregnant when I had met her at the fashion show. Or maybe she discovered that night that she was pregnant.

Was that the reason why she wanted to forget everything that night? Did her baby daddy left her? And then the fact that she remembered the one night stand in Milan. She remembered me, but why didn't she showed any emotion. Why didn't she showed any affection towards me? She is so damn good in acting, I should have give her an oscar. I massaged my head. I felt a headache coming up.

So many question I want to ask, so many answers I need.

And the only person who can answer me is the girl that stole my heart from the first time I laid eyes on her.