I stole the billionaire’s heart

Jill Malik P.O.V

"Do you want wine Tia?" I asked as the flight attendant served us nuts, chocolate, juice, and wine. We were currently on our flight to Paris. Fun fact, it will be Amari's third birthday in three days.

Aunt Lydia nodded her head at my question. She is so at ease, leaning casually backwards on the comfortable leather seat of Flynn's private jet. "Yes, please. Your private jet is very luxurious, Flynn."

"Yes, this is one of the most expensive ones. Do you like it?" Flynn asked as he gave Milan his tablet to watch youtube videos. Amari was sitting on his lap and played with a puzzle.

"I love it, it's very comfortable." Aunt Lydia took a sip of her wine and closed her eyes enjoying the taste.

Flynn became silent after that and I knew immediately what he was thinking about. I just know him so well. "Don't even think about it, Vasilios."

He looked at me questionably. "What?" he asked innocently.

"I know exactly what you're thinking about and the answer is no." I said firmly.

"But I just want to---,"

"Vasilios, you're not buying an private jet for Tia." I let out a exasperated sigh. "You just don't."

"What?" Who's going to buy a private jet for me?" Aunt Lydia snapped her eyes open and looked at both of us.

"No, it's just--- I know what Flynn is thinking and I know he's making arrangements in his head about buying you a private jet." I clarified to her.

"Don't spoil the surprise, pudding." He wailed.

"No, no...Vasilios, can you be normal for a day?"

He sighed at my question. "No private jet then."2

The flight attendant came back with more juice and chips.

"I don't want a private jet either. You know what I do want Flynn?" Aunt Lydia asked, sipping her wine. She looked at Flynn from over her glass.

"Tiaa---," I groaned. Flynn is not a bank I wanted to say.

"I want...," Aunt Lydia paused for a second. "I want you to treat Jill the way she deserves to be treated and to be a good father to Amari."

smiled. "I

and smiled contently. "Good and if you break

myself. She did not just call Flynn

"What?," She asked innocently.

of

"Mommy, I want cake."

her lips. "We are at the airport, princess. They don't sell cake here." I told her as I lifted her

"I want cake."

turned around and raised his eyebrows. "What happened?" He help with carrying our bags to the car

wants cake." I

came from behind me. He had

is a baker?"

times to open her own shop. Today

princess?" I cuddled Amari. "Aunty Zhoya made

door of the Rolls Royce for us. "Mommy," Milan squealed. "The car has stars

I chuckled. "Really?"

his head wildly. "Yes, it's so cool. Dad, why don't you have a

this?" Flynn asked as he sat in the passenger seat.

hope you mean a toy Rolls

a real

too young. You are not even allowed to

for him." Flynn said in

"Flynn!"

..........

living room and a dining room opening onto the garden. The landscaped garden directly overlooks the Champ de

boomed through the whole mansion. We walked through the beautiful hallway and ended up

up to his wife who was wearing a purple apron. "It

hug you guys. My fingers

"Mommy, I wanna cake."

"Go

Zhoya." Amari

Do you want to have a

"Chocolate!"

as she sliced