We got a card and walked to our room. I know where this was going, but somehow I couldn't just process it. My mind was blank, my heart was racing wildly, and my eyes were fixed on that handsome stranger in front of me. The whiskey was slowly taking over my whole body and at this point I didn't care at all.
We entered the room and before the door even closed properly, he scooped me up and pressed me against the wall. His lips covered mine and the world seemed to disappear around us. "What's your name?" he asked as he teasingly bit my bottom lip.
I giggled. "Jillian"
"Jillian!" I woke up from my thoughts as I heard Reina yelling my name outside my door.
"What?!" I yelled back, as I placed my hand on my heart. That was so intense.
"Are you crying?" she asked.
"No, why do you think that?"
"I thought I heard you sniffing."
I touched my face and it was wet from tears. Dammit. I have been crying all the time.
"No, I haven't."
It was silent for a while and I thought she went back to her room.
"Are you catching a cold? Do you want me to make you soup?"
I smiled at her question. What did I do to deserve a best friend like her?
"No, it's ok. I'll just sleep it off."
"Okay, if there's anything, don't hesitate to wake me up."
"I will not."
"Okay."she said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
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Marco Vasilios P.O.V
I looked into her bright blue-green eyes. She was so pretty and sophisticating. A little minx, a temptress without even trying. "What's your name?" I asked as I teasingly bit her bottom lip.
She giggled. "Jillian"
"Mh."I murmured. "Mine's Marco."
"Daddy Marco?" she whispered, her eyes holding a mischievous glint.
I chuckled. "Daddy Marco for you only, Pudding." I said as I kissed her neck, a wave of pure pleasure ran through my entire body. The smell of strawberry and whiskey on her was intoxicating. As I kissed my way gently up her neck to her lips that taste of whisky, the scenery disappeared and I was lost in the moment.
"Jillian." I breathed as I carried her to the bed. I put her on top of me.
She was so small, so pretty, and so innocent.
I held her firmly on her waist as she tried to wiggle her way out of it, not knowing that she is waking up my big fella. Her eyes widened when it started to poke her tights.
"Wow." she gasped as she leaned over to me, grabbing the glass of water on the night stand.
"I am not Jillian!" A shrill voice yelled causing me to jump out of bed. My hair and my face were wet; someone had thrown water on me. I looked at my bed and saw an angry blonde girl only in her black lingerie.
"What the hell was that for?" I snapped as I grabbed a towel and dried my face.
"You were calling me Jillian. Who the hell is Jillian? I am Samantha!" she sneered.
Shit.
I must have dreamed about Jillian again. Lately I keep getting dreams about Jillian and the one night stand, making my current one night stands furious.
The blonde girl, whose name was probably Samantha jumped out of my bed, took her clothes and stormed out of the hotel room.
Well at least she did it on herself today, because usually I had to let my security drag her out.
I sighed as I sat on the edge of my bed. Maybe Rodrigo was right.
I should tell her.
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Jillian Malik P.O.V
"Did you already come up with a name for my eyeshadow palette?" Ximena asked as I took a seat across her in her office. She looked like she didn't have a good night sleep in days.
I shook my head as I took a sip of my coffee. It was dark, bitter, and hot. It totally matches my soul. "I'm stuck between Wildest Dream and Dangerous love."
"Those are actually really good. I like wildest dream."
"You do? I like that one too." I said relieved. I was actually happy that she likes the name, because I was running out of time, patience, and names. "How's wedding planning going."
She sighed, as she propped her elbows on the table and rested her head on her hand. "It's going great, there's just so much to do in such a short time."
"I bet there is. The engagement party two weeks ago was so well planned; I don't think Blake will disappoint you on your wedding day."
She nodded, but I could see emptiness in her eyes. "Yeah, he comes home late every night. I barely see him."
So that's why she's so flabby. I completely understand why Blake don't want her to worry about the wedding and stuff, but I think that he should also hire someone who could do most of the work instead of him doing it by himself. He had a million dollar company to run and a million dollar wedding to plan, no wonder he comes home late.
"You moved in with him?" I asked surprised. Last time I checked she was still living with her parents. Ximena had her own pent house, but she only stayed there occasionally.
"Yes, since the engagement party."
I haven't had a decent conversation with Ximena since the engagement party. After the engagement party she went to Brazil to seal the deal with her Brazilian associates. She stayed there for a couple of days, because she also wanted to attend a fashion show in Rio de Janeiro.
After that she went straight to Dubai, because Blake cousin got married. When she came back I was constantly in meetings with the HR and PR manager discussing the launch of the makeup line, the place where it will be held, and the exact date of the launch. Today was the first time in weeks since we finally had lunch together.
"So when are you planning to go to Barcelona?" Ximena asked dipping her fries in ketchup.
"I was thinking about this weekend. I will book my tickets to--"
Ximena held her index finger up signaling me to stop. She looked at the main door and cursed inwardly.
"Marco, I know you're there." she yelled, staring daggers at the door. I heard a soft chuckle and the door flew open revealing a grinning Marco.
"How did you know sis? Hey Jillian." he said, smiling at me.