Her eyes widened once again at my answer. "Meu Deus, can you imagine how great a night would be with him? If he would ask me for a one night stand, I wouldn't decline."
"Ew, now you sound like a hoe."
She laughed. "Oh stop it; you're not a goody two shoe either."
Reina was right. I wasn't a goody two shoe either.
"Do you still think about him?" she asked curiously. I nodded my head, sadness making its way to my face.
"It was just a one night stand, but it felt so good and so right. It's been six years and I still. I still can feel his touch. Is that weird?" I asked sadly, staring at my hands. My heart felt once again empty. Every time I think about it I have this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Reina shook her head and patted me softly on my shoulder. "It's not weird Jillian; I guess you fell in love with him during that one night stand. It's a shame you can't remember who he is."
"In love?" I asked astonished. "Can it be? Is it possible to fall in love during a one night stand?”
I let out a heavy frustrated sigh.
"I was drunk and I blacked out and when I woke up he wasn't there anymore. Also the necklace that had my parent’s picture in it was gone. I bet it got stuck on his shirt or something. I wish I knew who he was, because as much as I can remember about that one night stand is that we didn't just fucked, we made love."
"If only you weren't so drunk or didn't black out, maybe we could still find him. But based on what we know now it's like looking for a needle in a haystack."
I sighed heavily, what she said was true. If only.
..........
This was heaven of bikinis. Pink bikinis, purple bikinis, off the shoulder bikinis, name it and you can find it at Victoria's Secret. I was wandering through the aisles of bikinis, trying to choose one.
Last night Ximena called me and said that she would pick me up on Saturday to go to her brother's yacht. "It will be so much fun and bring a bikini." she had said before ending the call.
That's why I'm currently wandering like a lost puppy in here. One of the workers came to ask me for the fifth time if I needed help. I didn't need help. I know my size, I know my color, I know what I want, it's just that I like to wander around and compare the one bikini to the other. See which one is less revealing or less expensive.
Suddenly my eyes fell on a black bikini. It was plain, simple, and black.
I love it.
I grabbed it from the rack and walked to the cashier. "Is this the only item miss?" she asked, looking at me from under her thick eyelashes. It was definitely fake; you could see the glue when she looked down even though she tried to hide it with a thick coat of eyeliner. "That would be $40."
She put the bikini in a bag and handed it to me. Damn, 40 bucks for a plain black bikini.
"Thank you so much for shopping here, have a great day....Next!" she yelled at the customer behind me.
I turned around and that's when my eyes and mouth turned wide open in an expression of stunned surprise. Behind me stood no other then Marco Vasilios with a stick thin red haired girl who wasn't Zoe or bathroom girl.
"Jillian..." He said surprised, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. Wow, he did remember my name and I wasn't even one of his regulars. "Who is that babe?" the stick thin girl asked. For a small body, she does have a really high pitched voice. She didn't look young, the plastic surgery made her look young. Or maybe she was young, but the plastic surgery made her look old. I don't know which one it is, but it should be either one.
"This...this...uhm." Marco bit his lips and had trouble to explain. Why did he had trouble to explain who I was? I am literally a no one to him.
"This is my uhm...my girlfriend." he suddenly blurted out.
"What?!" me and the girl both yelled out in unison.
………..
Jillian Malik P.O.V
Anger boiled deep in my system, as hot as lava...
"What the hell was that?!" I yelled out at Marco once he dragged me out of Victoria's secret, away from the seething redhead. I know redheads were hot tempered, but that girl was on a whole other level of being hot tempered.
We were in the middle of the sidewalk in busy New York City and people who passed us gave us strange looks. "Can you please calm down." he hushed as he ran his hand through his hair three times, before he fixed his eyes back on me. Deep ocean blue eyes, the kind of eyes that you could get lost in.
"No, no, no!" I stopped in my tracks and he let out a loud frustrated groan.
"We can talk, but just not here." he hissed, as he held me firmly on my arm and continued to walk.
"We will talk here! I don't care!" I seethed as I narrowed my eyes angrily at him.
He threw his hands in the air out of frustration and snapped: "Fine you want to talk? Let's talk!"
"What the hell was that inside of Victoria's secret with that redhead?! Now I'm kicked out of that store thanks to you!" I was infuriated about what happened. I have never been kicked out of a store and then Marco comes along and manages to do that in less than ten minutes.
After Marco claimed that I was his girlfriend, redhead started to go crazy. She threw the red corset she had in her hand in my face while calling me all the synonyms of the word bitch. In simple words, she was causing a scene, which led to us being kicked out of the store.
"Will you please calm the fuck down?!" he snapped, and muttered under his breath loud enough for me to hear: "If one hot tempered redhead wasn't enough, karma had given me another one to deal with and you're not even a redhead."
My face turned red as I was getting furious at what he just said. This guy really knows how to push my buttons I didn’t even know exist.
"What did you just say?!" I snarled giving him a death stare.
"I said calm down! You look like you're about to explode!"
"I am about to explode, if you're not telling me now what was going on in there!"
He let out a deep breath. "Do you really want me to say it here? In the middle of the sidewalk?"