"So he calls Jillian mommy, but I thought the aunt adopted him." Rodrigo asked puzzled.
"Yes, but Jillian spent most of the time with him when he was a baby. Her aunt was working most of the time, that's why he calls Jillian mommy."
"Ah that makes sense. So what are you planning?"
"We will have dinner at my home and they will sleep over tonight." I said, grabbing my jacket from the sofa.
Rodrigo whistled. "That means, you and Jillian. Keep it quiet is all I say."
I chuckled. "I don't think so. She'll probably sleep with Milan."
"Milan, the cock blocker." Rodrigo joked.
"Yeah well shut up." I warned, looking to see if Milan heard a word, but he was busy tying his shoelaces.
"I'm done!" he yelled after a while and then ran towards me. I ruffled his hair and he laughed.
"So," Rodrigo said, pinching Milan's cheeks. "Was nice to meet you, bud. I'll see you soon!"
"It was nice to meet you too GoGo!" Milan replied back cheekily.
Rodrigo's face scrunched when he heard his new awful nickname. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
"See you later, daddy." He winked, whispering the last part. I glared at him and he just gave me a salute sign, before exiting my office.
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"So, did you had fun?" Jillian asked Milan. I had just picked up Jillian and her aunt from the spa and now we were on our way to my mansion. I had ordered my cook to prepare dinner for us tonight.
"I had a lot of fun. Padre is so much fun!" Milan said happily.
"Padre?" Jillian questioned and then looked at me. "What does he mean?"
"Well, he came up with the idea of calling me padre."
"Out of nowhere?" she asked astonished.
"Yes, just out of the blue."
"Mmmh, well guess you're his padre now." she chuckled. I heard Aunt Lydia stifling a laugh in the back seat.
"So, I was about to ask you something." I looked over at Jillian and she raised her eyebrows.
"Yes?"
"Are you free to go to the yacht this saturday?"
"Mmh," Jillian turned around to face her aunt. "When are you leaving?"
"Friday." Her aunt replied.
"Yes," she turned back around and faced me. "I'm free, Vasilios. What do you have planned?"
I smiled wickedly at her. "Oh, that's a surprise pudding."
She groaned and rolled her eyes. "It better be mind blowing."
"It will be mind blowing." I promised.
Soon we arrived home and I parked the car. We stepped out and me and Jillian grabbed the shopping bags out of the trunk. I guided them to the front door and opened it. It was unlocked, since the cook was inside.
When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was the huge stack of lego boxes in my living room. Jillian who came in behind me also saw it.
"What is that?!" she asked eyeing the huge stack of legos that was in the living room.
"Well---," I was about to explain to her what happened when Milan came in and let out a huge gasp.
"Legos!" He yelled out. He ran towards the stack, making it all fall on the ground.
"What is going on?" Aunt Lydia asked from behind Jillian.
Jillian crossed her hands on her chest and looked completely and utterly lost at me. "Yes Vasilios, what is going on?"
"Well, Milan was asking for fifty lego boxes so I may or may not have bought it for him."
"What?!" they both yelled out. "Are you crazy!"
What the fuck have I done?
Jillian Malik P.O.V
I put on my black lace mini dress and stared at myself in the huge golden mirror in Marco'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. Marco 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 Marco were Lego fanatics.
This afternoon Marco picked me up from work and drove me to my apartment to get my clothes. After that, we drove straight to the yacht, because Marco hired cooks to prepare our dinner and they needed access to the yacht.
Right now, Marco 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.
The lights in the dining room were dim and there were candles everywhere. I looked around to find Marco 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."
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."
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.
Marco 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.
I decided to start with the french onion chicken. It looked so delicious and I could not hold myself back anymore. Marco 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 Marco, I think this may be my favorite so far.