I stole the billionaire’s heart

Jill Malik P.O.V

"Did you had fun mi amor?" I asked Milan as we walked back home from the park. The park was crowded with parents and their kids. Milan wanted to stay longer, but it was almost seven at night and I needed to get home and get ready to go to dinner with Flynn. 2

"Yes mommy." he licked his ice cream and then looked up at me with cream all over his upper lip and nose.

I chuckled at the sight and wiped the cream away with my thumb. "Now that's better."

"Are you going to have dinner with us tonight too mommy?" he asked, holding my pinky finger.

"No, I'm going to have dinner with Flynn."

"Your boyfriend?"1

My eyes widened as he said that. "No, he's just a friend."

"So your friend boy?" 5

I looked at him in complete shock. He's too smart for his own good.

"Well yeah kinda, he's just a friend amor." I ruffled his hair and accidentally also dipped his face in the ice cream.2

"Mommy!" he yelped and looked up at me with ice cream covered all over his face. "Look what you did."

"I'm sorry." I chuckled and wiped the cream from his nose and licked it. "Mmh, that taste good."

We arrived home and Aunt Lydia was already waiting for us on the patio. "Well well, look who we have here ice cream face." She said as she tickled Milan.

"Tía..." he giggled, "Stop it, my cone will fall."2

"Did you had fun?" Aunt Lydia asked.

Milan nodded. "Yes, we went to the park and then afterwards mommy bought me ice cream."

"Did you told mommy what your favorite flavor is?"

"Mommy knew my favorite flavor."

I nodded. "Chocolate chip cookie."

Aunt Lydia looked up at me in surprise. "You remembered." she whispered.

"Of course I remember every little thing about my not so little boy." I laughed and pinched his cheeks.

We walked inside and aunt Lydia went to give Milan a bath so I could get ready for my dinner with Flynn.

He didn't tell me if it would be a fancy dinner or just a casual one and I had a hard time choosing what to wear. When I saw that I only had fifteen minutes before Flynn arrived I grabbed the first dress that I think would look presentable. It was a red high low dress with straps. Reina bought this for me when we went to a party two years ago. I slipped on the dress and it was a little snug on the breast department, but nonetheless it still looked pretty on me. I slipped on my nude three-inch heels that I'd manage to walk in flawlessly without tripping since I worked for Ximena.

Number one rule in Ximena's company: Heels are a girl's best friend. I applied a minimum of makeup and curled the ends of my hair.

"Mommy, you are so pretty." a cute boyish voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw Milan in his spiderman pajamas.

"Thank you mi amor." I walked over to him and kissed him on his forehead. He smelled so fresh out of the shower. 5

"Did you already have dinner?"

He shook his head. "Nope, Tia is still cooking."

I grabbed my purse and walked with Milan to the kitchen. The smell of lasagna filled in the small kitchen.

"Mmm, this smells delicious." I murmured as my mouth started to water.

"You look gorgeous cariña." Aunt Lydia hushed as she turned around from the stove. "Are you sure he isn't your novio?"2

I shook my head and laughed. "I'm positive he's not."

I was about to help Aunt Lydia to set the table, when there was a knock on the door.

"I think it's Flynn. I should go now." I said and went to open the front door.

Aunt Lydia and Milan followed behind me. I opened the door and Flynn was standing there dressed in a sharp black tuxedo with a bouquet of roses. "Hey." he greeted smiling his eyes trailing over my body. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks." I replied as I pushed a strand of hair to the side. He gave me a final once over before he handed me the roses. "Here, these are for you."

I took the flowers out of his hands. They were beautiful and freshly picked. "Thank you, they're beautiful." I murmured eyeing the beautiful red and white roses. I handed them to Aunt Lydia so she could put them in a vase and then I squatted down to Milan.

"Are you going to be a good boy when mommy's gone?"

He nodded and grinned. "I'm always a good boy mommy."

I ruffled his hair and stood up to face Flynn who was standing there watching me in complete awe.

placed my hand in his as we left. "See you later." I

walked towards the car and he opened the door for me. "Chivalry is not dead." I joked.

great, how was your day?" he asked his eyes fixed on

didn't say

are

"We're going to the Cinc sentits restaurant, one of my

my

parked his car and then got out of his seat to open

What a

a small smile and then we walked inside the restaurant. He wrapped

want any other man staring at you." he whispered in

a date

no date, I don't like creepy men staring at my

his side and he winced, but kept a straight face because the waiters noticed us. They started to make their way towards us and judging by the expression

Vasilios." one of them said. "Welcome back." Then he looked over at me.

a table for

he said

will come back to take your order later."

course?" Flynn asked

much?" I was hungry, but also not that

"Nothing is too much for you pudding."

I asked jokingly as

heartily and took my hand in his. "Maybe." he replied winking and

gasped as my eyes widened.

pudding, it's just dinner. So do you want the seven

not really picky

motioned to the waiter that we were ready to order. The waiter hurriedly walked towards us and

The waiter scribbled something on the notepad and

I already told you that you look beautiful?" Flynn asked

blushed. "You did

"So, about

"Uhm yeah about that. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about

"Him?"

right. My son." I clarified, air quoting son.

asked

want to know

in

at him. "What? No, as in Milan the little boy

name is Milan?" he

thought you had

you were talking about the city

what the hell? "No, I was talking about my son,

you named him after a city? I thought you were talking about the

deeply. "Because he's not

Flynn looked at me like a lost

a long story" I muttered.

want to talk about it

thought about it for a

nodded. "Great choice, because dinner is

wine. He poured wine in our glasses and served us our food. It all looked so good and smelled

come back to life.

went back to Barcelona from Milan. I was driving, listening to Enrique Iglesias, when suddenly a car came

Drunk driver.

my mind. I tried to stop my car. I tried to save myself, but everything was just too fast. The headlights came closer and closer and how much I

car crashed with mine. I heard a loud screeching sound along with a painful stab on my right hand.

me, tears streaming down her

was unconscious for three hours. I didn't break any bones, thank god. I only had scratches on my face and a deep cut on my right hand that would heal in a couple weeks. I was lucky she

day the nurse came into my room to check on me and then I asked her about the people in the

closed her eyes as if she's trying to process

"Were they drunk?"

was a couple. His wife went into labor and he was racing her to the hospital while trying

a jab in my heart. No

baby is fine. We could save him, but...but

"What?!"

"Yeah, they don't want anything to do with him. They even asked me why I didn't let him

I see

the way to the baby department. "It's baby number thirteen. He doesn't have

him. He was so small, so peaceful. Sometimes I don't even understand families I thought bitterly. I let out a deep sigh and went back to my room. He

I visited him everyday. Even when I was already out of the hospital. I was supposed to attend college abroad, but I postponed it. I thought I lost the scholarship when I told them that I couldn't attend it, but they were nice enough to make it valid until next fall. One day I asked the nurse what will happen to him once he's healed. She told me they would put him in a orphanage. It was so heartbreaking, that I couldn't sleep for days. I know what it's like to not have a family and knowing that this little innocent boy has to go through the same thing I went through shattered my heart. I never went to an orphanage, but I don't want him to go when I

I did something that I'm so proud of doing. I adopted him. Well not me, but Aunt Lydia. I literally begged her to do so. After long

because the baby had literally no one. He didn't even had

had to come up with a

I chose Milan.