I stole the billionaire’s heart

Jill Malik P.O.V

I put on my black lace mini dress and stared at myself in the huge golden mirror in Flynn's bedroom. The rooms in the yacht were all extravagant and had all the amenities one needed.

Yesterday Aunt Lydia and Milan left New York City. Flynn and I brought them to the airport last night. They went home in the private jet of the Vasilios, because the fifty boxes of legos somehow needed to go to Barcelona. Neither me or Flynn were Lego fanatics. 2

This afternoon Flynn picked me up from work and drove me to my apartment to get my clothes. After that, we drove straight to the yacht, because Flynn hired cooks to prepare our dinner and they needed access to the yacht.

Right now, Flynn was downstairs probably doing the finishing touches on dinner. I looked at the clock and it was already 8 pm. I did the finishing touches on my makeup and walked outside to the dining room. I had asked him earlier if I should help him, but he said that he had everything under control.3

The lights in the dining room were dim and there were candles everywhere. I looked around to find Flynn and let out a gasp when he appeared behind me with a bouquet of red roses. He looked so handsome, but then again when doesn't he? His appearance alone was seductive. His tousled blonde hair glisten in the dim light of the candles. His cold blue eyes were full of intensity as he took in my appearance. The white cotton shirt with a silky blue vest and a pair of black pants, tied everything together.

"I already told you before---" he licked his upper lip as he stared at my dress. "Lace is never a good idea."3

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "Get use to it, Vasilios."

He groaned and pulled me closer to him. I could smell his aftershave and I could feel his hot minty breath fanning in my face. He caressed my cheeks and tilted my chin to press a soft kiss on my lips.

"I'm hungry." he said, breaking the kiss. "And how much I really want to eat you right now, I don't want to waste the delicious food my cooks have prepared for us."5

He intertwined his fingers with mine and we walked together to the dining room. It was a candle light dinner, so romantic. The table was right next to a window where I could see the brooklyn bridge.

Flynn placed the roses in a vase and then he motioned his maid that we were ready to have dinner. A whole bunch of plates came out of the kitchen and my eyes widened at all the different kind of dishes. This was way too much for only two people.

There was mushroom pasta with goat cheese, french onion chicken, Red velvet french toast, butter chicken, Pineapple chicken kebabs, chicken alfredo lasagna, and chicken casserole. I didn't know where to start. Should I start with french, mexican, indian? Being rich gives you all these options. 1

I decided to start with the french onion chicken. It looked so delicious and I could not hold myself back anymore. Flynn went for the butter chicken first. I was happy that he picked dishes I was familiar with, because even though I'm use to go to fancy restaurants, I usually ordered the same exact dish every time. Of all the dates I went on with Flynn, I think this may be my favorite so far.

"How's your night so far?" Flynn asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"It's amazing. The food is delicious." I said, looking up from my food.

He laughed. "It's always about the food, isn't it?"5

"Don't be so jealous, Vasilios." I grinned. "I like your company too."

"My girlfriend just chose food over me." He shook his head and let out a disapproving sound. "What is life?"6

"Oh god Vasilios, you're so dramatic." I laughed, kicking his knee from underneath the table.

"Ouch!" he yelped, rubbing his knee under the table. "Bytheway pudding, you look gorgeous. I don't even need to tell you that, you know."

hear it from you Vasilios. To hear it

gonna lie, you just

taste a little of everything and it all tasted so

bright. It was silent, the only sound we heard was our breathing and the sound of water hitting the side of the yacht. I stared at the beautiful view in front of me. Flynn was right when he told me that the Brooklyn Bridge was even more beautiful

and I could feel his erection pressing on my butt. He looked down at me and frowned. If he thinks that

tell your big boy to calm down?" I asked, trying to shove him away but he just stood there firmly

back as he pushed me into his gorgeous chest. My

month yet, he

Screw my mind.

When I looked up in his bright blue eyes the

Lust and desire.

crushed together, I felt like I was walking on cloud nine. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than before and

He cursed incoherently as his fingers found the zipper of my dress. He was halfway unzipping it when I realized what was going on.

whisper-yelled breathlessly. "We're

before I could say anything else he picked me up and threw me over

squealed, hitting him from behind. "I can

loud gasp. He's not going to do

a painful sting on my

spanking. "I told you." he said stroking the place where he spanked

king sized bedroom. "Kiss me, pudding." He kissed me hungrily again and his hand made its way to my thighs. He caressed it softly sending shivers of delight through

this point I

my jaw to my neck as he fiddled with the zipper of my dress. In no time my dress fell on

again?!" He groaned, trying to bite it off so he could have full access

cocked an eyebrow at him. "This is

some curse words underneath his breath. "I can buy you a

the sound of fabric ripping. He did not just...?! Well, there goes

on top of him as he layed down on the bed. My heart

top

on top

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on top of me. His eyes darkened as he studied my breasts. He leaned in and sucked on one nipple, making me gasp and arch my back. He flicked his

moaned

Flynn for

immediately snapped open. This

losing it. My mind was