I stole the billionaire’s heart

Jill Malik P.O.V

"Did you already come up with a name for my eyeshadow palette?" Ximena asked as I took a seat across her in her office. She looked like she didn't had a good night sleep in days.

I shook my head as I took a sip of my coffee. It was dark, bitter, and hot. It totally matches my soul. "I'm stuck between Wildest Dream and Dangerous love."9

"Those are actually really good. I like Wildest dream."6

"You do? I like that one too." I said relieved. I was actually happy that she like the name, because I was running out of time, patience, and names. "How's wedding planning going."

She sighed, as she propped her elbows on the table and rested her head on her hand. "It's going great, there's just so much to do in such a short time."

"I bet there is. The engagement party two weeks ago was so well planned, I don't think Blake will disappoint you on your wedding day."

She nodded, but I could see emptiness in her eyes. "Yeah, he comes home late every night. I barely see him."5

So that's why she's so flabby. I completely understand why Blake don't want her to worry about the wedding and stuff, but I think that he should also hire someone who could do most of the work instead of him doing it by himself. He had a million dollar company to run and a million dollar wedding to plan, no wonder he comes home late.

"You moved in with him?" I asked surprised. Last time I checked she was still living with her parents.

"Yes, since the engagement party."

I haven't had a decent conversation with Ximena since the engagement party. After the engagement party she went to Brazil to seal the deal with her brazilian investors. She stayed there for a couple of days, because she also wanted to attend a fashion show in Rio de Janeiro. After that she went straight to Dubai, because Blake cousin got married. When she came back I was constantly in meetings with the HR and PR manager discussing the launch of the makeup line, the place where it will be held, and the exact date of the launch. Today was the first time in weeks since we finally had lunch together.

"So when are you planning to go to Barcelona?" Ximena asked dipping her fries in ketchup.

"I was thinking about this weekend. I will book my tickets to--"

Ximena held her index finger up signaling me to stop. She looked at the main door and cursed inwardly.

you're there." she yelled, staring daggers at the door. I heard a soft chuckle and the

did you know sis? Hey Jill." he said, smiling at me. I noticed that he had a small dimple on his right cheek when he smiled. A knot formed in my stomach, because that reminded me of someone. Six years ago. He had a dimple too, on the exact same spot as Flynn. I remembered the kisses I gave that poor dimple, because it was just so damn attractive. What if Flynn--? No, it can't be. I shook my head, trying to get that ridiculously idea out of my head. If it was Flynn, I'm

rolled her eyes at the question of her brother. "I can smell your

you're exaggerating." he said, a small chuckle escaping from his throat. "Anyway, I heard you

raising an eyebrow.

his head. "Do you think I have time to

not drama queens!" Ximena exclaimed offended, "and I'm not the one going to Barcelona. Jill is."

on me again. "You can

"Excuse me?" I was confused what he meant by that.

the confused expression on my face, "I need to meet a business associate in Barcelona this weekend, so I was thinking maybe you can fly with

Ximena exclaimed, too happy for my liking. "You

"No, I don't think

best idea hun, you don't have to spend money

brat." Flynn huffed. Ximena turned

put her hands

did." he answered sassily. I tried to hold back

me,

dickhead is your

my

I care." I interrupted their oh-so-wonderful conversation. I was not feeling to listen to

Flynn, when I pushed you down the stairs when you

a cast for a month, what was so

"Anyway, we were talking about Barcelona and

about how much money

don't want to be

offered you, it's

"But still." I protested.