I stole the billionaire’s heart
Chapter 63: 63
Jill Malik P.O.V
"I hate you!"
Flynn tried to grab the tablet out of my hand, but it was already too late. Order cancelled.
"Pudding!" he cried out as he tapped furiously on the screen. "What did you do? You were not even supposed to know."
"I told you already. Amari is turning three not twenty three. You cannot buy a diamond necklace for her that cost over five million. Normal fathers don't do that."4
"I'm not a normal father." Flynn put the tablet back on the nightstand and turn around to face me. "I'm a cool father."4
"Yeah right." I muttered.
"She could have use it for later you know. It could have been an investment. She would own one of the most expensive necklaces and when she goes to kindergarten she can brag about it, oh and she can also say that Jessica Alba wore that necklace to the golden globes."
"Really, Flynn?" I stared at him, shaking my head. "Those kids only care about toys. No one would be interested in a necklace---,"
"It's not just a necklace." Flynn interrupted me. "It's a $5.8 million necklace."
"Well they wouldn't care either. And they wouldn't even care about Jessica Alba."
"Then what do you suggest me to give her, mommy?" Flynn asked emphasizing the last word.
"Well, an inflatable castle, toys... I don't know, but something for a three year old."
"A bentley."
I glared at Flynn and he laughed out loud. "I'm kidding. I will buy a grand victorian mansion for her."
"A what?!"
"Chill, pudding. It's a playhouse. It will be in the garden. Amari will love it." Flynn said, stroking my bare upper arm.
"I don't have a garden."
"In my garden of course, I mean you will live with me eventually."
"Flynn." I grunted and stood up from the bed. "I'll take a shower."
"Are you mad?" He asked. "I was just stating the obvious."
door to the bathroom. "I'm
normal is boring!" I heard him yell
..........
Thank you Zhoya." I said
are finally here. I could not make it to Ximena's wedding." she said, putting
chocolate, tartes, and some sort of buttery pastry with icing
piece of red
The maid will come later on today and she will do the rest. Let's go change before we keep the others waiting."
Flynn dressed both Amari and Milan while I was busy in the kitchen with Zhoya. I'm really curious
on the bed. It was a simple blue dress with flower embroidery that reached right above my knee. The perfect outfit for a
waiting even Zhoya. "Are you guys
heads and headed outside where the car was waiting
drove to disneyland and the closer we got the more exciting Milan and Amari got. They actually look pretty good. Flynn did a great
going to have so much fun pearl." Milan said excitedly as he smiled at his baby sister. Amari nodded her head eagerly, her ponytail swinging from left to right, hitting the side of Flynn's
wanna see Aladdin." Amari said,
is boring." Milan pouted. "Right dad, it's
Amari said, her voice raising a little. My feisty little girl.
better. I love
Amari yelled, "Wendy
do you mean, pearl? Have you ever
will visit both okay?" Flynn said
"I want cake too."
That was Amari asking.1
cake, babygirl. It's not good." I said caressing her chubby cheeks. She gave me
your
she smiled widely at
expression and
..........
hungry, mommy." Milan whined after we exited the Peter Pan
to eat. Let's go to Annette's
Annette's Dinner, it was such a beautiful place. The kids felt so
today?" I asked Amari and Milan as they took a sip of their
yelled
cotton." Amari said
corrected her. "What about you
Mickey. He's even better in real life mom." Milan's eyes sparkled
nodded his head at that. "Yes, the ice cream
so long, they had to wait thirty minutes. Luckily in the
About I stole the billionaire’s heart - Chapter 63: 63
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