I stole the billionaire’s heart

Flynn Vasilios P.O.V

"Legos, I want Legos!" Milan cried as he stomped angrily on the carpeted floor of my office. I groaned inwardly as I watch his tantrum with a tiring expression on my face. First he wanted ice cream, while I was in a meeting. I had to send my PA to get him some, so he would shut up. Then he wanted my phone so he could watch YouTube videos. I handed him my phone, so I could concentrate on my work. When my phone battery died, he wanted a puppy. Where the fuck would I get a puppy from? To stop him from whining I send him to the shelter with my PA. Now he's back and he wanted Legos.7

I didn't know babysitting would get this tiring. When Jill asked me if I could look after Milan for a couple of hours while she and her aunt could have some girl's time, I didn't hesitate to say yes. Around Jill the word no just didn't exist. I would do anything for my pudding.

Milan stopped crying for a second and looked at me with his big dark brown eyes. His lips quivered and then he burst out crying again. He sat down on the floor and cried louder. Oh god! I'll get crazy at the end of this day. "Ok fine, stop crying!" I sighed loudly, scratching the back of my head. "How many Legos do you want?"

He stopped crying and a small smile appeared on his face. "Fifty!" he cheered happily. "Fifty?" I questioned. "That's too much."

"No!" he yelled. "That's like five."

I shook my head and laughed. "No bud, fifty is fifty. Five is five."2

"I want fifty!" he said stubbornly.

"Five."

"Fifty!"

"Five."

"Fifty!" his lips quivered and I knew he was about to burst out into tears. I was already tired of his tantrums and I felt a headache coming up. If he cries again, I'll lose my shit.

"Okay fine. Fifty!" I grunted, grabbing my phone from the charger to dial my friend who worked at a well-known toy store.

"Yayy!" Milan smiled wide like a cashmere cat and clapped his hands happily. The feeling that welled up in the pit of my stomach when I saw him happy was foreign yet it felt good. Seeing him happy completed me.4

Being with him felt like I was with a part of Jill.

"Hey man! What can I do for you?" Dillon answered the phone. I could hear a hint of surprise in his voice. It's not everyday that I'm calling him.

"Can you send fifty Lego boxes to my mansion please?"

"Fifty!" I heard him exclaim.

"Yes, fifty."

"What are you going to do? Build a Lego house for you and Jill?" he teased.

"How the fuck do you know about Jill?" I asked flabbergasted. I haven't seen him in months and he knows about my relationship status? I don't even know what his position is at the store he works for.2

"I have my sources, anyway what is the address of your mansion?"

"You fucking stalker." I grumbled, making him laugh out loud. I gave him my address and he promised it would be there before the evening. I put my phone down and looked at Milan who was now sleeping peacefully on the floor. I guess tantrums are tiring. Hell, it even made me tired and I wasn't even the one who was throwing them.

When he's asleep he's so sweet and peaceful. Finally, silence.

I walked over to him and carried him to the sofa in the corner of my office. I gently put him on the sofa and placed my jacket over his tiny body.

I turned around and was about to pour myself a drink when my office door slammed open. I glared at the person who was standing there and then back at Milan. Thank god, he was still asleep. If he had woke up, I would have personally strangle the person.

"What the fuck?!" I hissed at Rodrigo, who knitted his eyebrows in confusion when he saw the little boy on the sofa.

"Is that Milan?" He exclaimed, his eyes turning wide as he looked at the little boy with thick lustrous jet black hair. I can already see that he will break girls hearts when he becomes older.

"Can you be fucking quiet?" I whisper-yelled, glancing to see if Milan heard him. But he was still asleep peacefully.

"Ah you're babysitting." He grinned and grabbed a chair and sat in front of my desk. "I never saw you as a daddy type."

My face scrunched in disgust. "Don't call me that."

"What? Daddy?" Rodrigo smirked. "Daddy, daddy, daddy."4

I glared at him. "Shut the fuck up. So immature."

"You call me immature?" he laughed. "It's normal. You're the one that use daddy in a--- how do you say it. Kinky way?"2

"Let me be, okay." I grumbled as I sat down on my chair.

"If you have kids, how do you want them to call you?"

"Father or dad. And not daddy."

Rodrigo let out a mocking laugh. "Father. As in the name of the father, th---,"2

fuck up?!" I hissed irritated. "I already had one hell of a morning, don't make

giving you a

don't want to know.

He always knew that I didn't like kids in meetings. I hated when investors or associates brought their kids, because it was their day to babysit. And now I was the one who brought one. "You brought him to--- oh my god. Why didn't you tell Jill you had a meeting. I'm

her. She was looking at me with her big blue-green eyes and I just couldn't say no.

Rodrigo chuckled. "Have

disappeared when he asked me that. Why

Rodrigo's eyes widened in shock. "Fuck, when the hell will you

to find a perfect time to

no such thing as perfect time." Rodrigo interrupted. "You are the one

you stop calling me names?" I glared at him, but he stayed

"You are a dickhead."

ask her if she wants to go on the yacht this weekend and I'll tell her.

Document it please so I can see it, because I'm

I don't care how the fuck you tell her. The

my eyes shifted at Milan

the martini bottle from the top shelf in my office. "I see you spent a lot of time with

is a mess." I

up her puffy eyes, red nose, and dark circles. But I know

night she called me up crying after she woke up from a nightmare. It was

the glass with martini

her house with a goddamn pizza ofcourse. I couldn't leave her alone." he put the glass down and scratched his head. "After that we watched A walk to remember. And

"Interesting." I remarked, smiling.

are you so chill about it? It's your

it. And bytheway she only listens to

Rodrigo asked

anyone, why do you think she chose

"Because I'm her... friend."

so blind or maybe he doesn't want to acknowledge it. It's either one. Well, he has to

friend." I air

cursed underneath his breath. "Now,

was not immature, I was just

went to the sofa. Milan's eyes fluttered open and he stretched his hands. His eyes found me

in a groggy voice as he stood up and drunkenly walked towards us. His eyes were still sleepy and I knew he wasn't fully awake yet. I walked towards

at home. After dinner you can play with all the legos." I said, stroking his back softly. Rodrigo watched me with an amused expression on his face. I went back to sit

you?" he asked Rodrigo. Rodrigo smiled at him and sticked his hand out. "Hey bud, I'm Rodrigo. But you can call me Rod, only cool people can call

GoGo?" Milan asked sweetly. I choked back a laugh while Rodrigo was cursing underneath

said, but I

GoGo. He loves that name." I said smirking and then looked at Rodrigo who was glaring

"Oh you fu--,"

send him

smile on his face. He shifted his attention back to Milan and smiled widely at him. "So," he

I was already planning his murder in my head. He can't let Milan call me daddy when Jill

why?" he

flowers you preferred on your coffin." I answered casually sending a sharp glare at his

was about to say something, but Milan interrupted

Daddy is Flynn." Rodrigo explained with hand gestures. I grumbled some curse words under my breath and If looks could kill, Rodrigo was ten feet under

can you---," I closed Milan's ears with my hands

his finger on my chest.

the fucking

My girlfriend's

boyfriend?" I asked

wildly. "No, friend boy. I told her

a beat. I could feel so many different kind of emotions right now and one of them

Damn.

bought a spiderman costume for me and then legos. You are the best daddy ever !" he jumped

once again

don't call me daddy.

I don't want too." he

"Padre?" 4

for father." he

means, bud. You can call me anything except

Milan grinned. He looked around at my desk and saw a pen. "Can

think padre sounds even more weird than daddy." Rodrigo butted

at him. "Please don't give him anymore ideas." I hissed and then looked back at Milan who was grabbing the pen and was about to

and got white

to draw weird circles and triangles.

Vasilios. You can pick us up now, we're