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.

he asked, holding out his hand for me to take. I placed my hand in his as we left. "See you later." I said to Aunt Lydia

me. "Chivalry is not

how did the meeting went?" I asked, trying to make the car ride a little less awkward. "It went great, how was your day?" he asked his eyes fixed on the road. "It was fun, Aunt Lydia and I had a lot of catching

He nodded, but didn't

where are we

to the Cinc sentits restaurant, one of my favorites." he

my

arrived at the restaurant. He parked his car

What a

gave him a small smile and then we walked inside the restaurant. He wrapped his arms

as you're with me I don't want any other man staring at you." he whispered in my ear sending shivers

is not a date Vasilios." I

creepy men staring at my lady." he

a straight face because the waiters noticed us. They started to make their way towards us and judging by the expression on their face, they knew

said. "Welcome back." Then he looked

hope there's a table for me

me." he said and escorted us to

gave us the menus. "I will come back to take your order later."

course?" Flynn asked without

I was hungry,

"Nothing is too much

I asked

in his. "Maybe." he replied

gasped as my eyes widened.

time he laughed louder and shook his head. "Calm down pudding, it's just dinner. So do

not really

waiter that we were ready to order. The waiter

and the most expensive wine you have." The waiter scribbled something on the notepad and then looked up again. "Something

and the waiter walked away. "Did I already told you that you look beautiful?" Flynn asked when the

"You did

lightly. "So,

here we go. "Uhm yeah about that.

"Him?"

I clarified, air quoting son.

Flynn asked confused.

you want to

as in Milan

"What? No, as in Milan the little boy who

name is Milan?" he asked astonished.

"I thought you

you were talking

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

city? I thought you were talking about the one ni...Never mind. Why did you air quote son earlier?" he asked while

sighed deeply. "Because he's not my biological son."

mean?" Flynn looked at me like a

long story" I

want

it for a while.

"Great choice,

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

the story. I let the memories that I stored at the back of my head come back

the day I went back to Barcelona from Milan. I was driving, listening to Enrique Iglesias, when suddenly a car came on my side of the

Drunk driver.

mind. I tried to stop my car. I tried to save myself, but everything was just too

painful stab on my right hand. Everything went by too fast and the next thing I knew

Aunt Lydia sat next to me, tears streaming down her face. "Cariña!" She

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 said. I didn't know what she meant by that, because I felt back

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

her eyes as if she's trying

"Were they drunk?"

head. "No, it was a couple. His wife went into labor and he was

gasped as I felt a jab in my heart. No way. "What about

is fine. We could save him, but...but his family

"What?!"

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

see

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

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

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

was easy, because the baby had literally no one. He didn't even had a name. They called him baby

had to come up

I chose Milan.