The GoldBar was entirely gold, except for the couches on the side that were black. There were huge golden chandeliers on the ceiling providing just enough light to see everyone.
"So who are you, stealing the spotlight from my own party." a familiar voice said behind me. I turned around and saw Kat von D in an elegant black dress from her own clothing line.
"Good evening Kat, I'm Jillian Malik, I work for Ximena Vasilios, sadly she can't be here tonight."
Kat raised her eyebrows. "I heard, she went to Paris with her boyfriend, are you her personal assistant?"
I shook my head. "No, I'm her copywriter."
"Ah," Kat said, "So you're the little mastermind behind all the names of all her products."
I laughed. "Well yes, I am."
"Interesting, are you somehow related to Zayn Malik?"
I shook my head again. I got this question so many times. "No, not at all."
"Oh, anyways you look stunning in Elie Saab's latest masterpiece, I'm in complete awe."
"Thank you, Kat, so are you," I replied smiling. "Is your dress already in stores?"
"No, It will be in the fashion show next week though, are you planning on buying it?"
I chuckled. "It's beautiful, but I don't think it's my kind of style."
"Mmh." Kat murmured, "That's true. Well, I should welcome other guests. There's a bar and there's some dessert, speech and toast will start in fifteen minutes." She gave me a small smile and walked away to greet other guests.
..........
Marco Vasilios P.O.V
"What the fuck man?!" Rodrigo Macallister yelled causing everyone that passed the coffee shop to look at us.
"Can you keep your big mouth shut?" I hissed glaring at him annoyed.
"That bitch is one hell of a snake!" he whispered furiously.
Rodrigo Macallister, my best friend since freshman year of college moved back to New York City two days ago. Before, he was working in his father's company in Dubai, but since the expansion of the company he had to move to New York to be in charge of the business here.
"I swear, If I see that little snake I will---"
"No, you don't!" I said firmly. "That's abuse and that's bad for our image."
"Who said I would do it? I will let another woman do it of course."
I sighed. I shouldn't have told him about Bree Paloma. "You will not do anything, Rodrigo, be a good boy for once and listen to me. We're not in high school anymore."
He scoffed. "I thought you learned your lesson after that one time your sister caught you with that pornstar."
I scrunched my nose at the memory of that. "She's still not over it yet; she got really mad when I told her I will move back to New York, she thinks my playboy reputation will ruin her image."
"I don't blame her, It was probably traumatizing for her to see Lana with a gag in her mouth."
I snickered at the thought of that. "It was hot man and I couldn't resist her body. She reminded me so much of her."
"But she was not her," Rodrigo concluded sipping his coffee. “She was not a pornstar to begin with.”
It was weird to see two billionaires sitting on the patio of a coffee shop drinking coffee at five in the afternoon.
"Yeah," I said disappointed. "It was not her. And she was definitely not a pornstar. Her voice literally belonged to an angel."
"Why don't you just grow some balls and tell her?"
"She doesn't fucking remember me!" I yelled out frustrated.
"Who doesn't remember you, darling, because I'm sure I do." I heard a velvety voice say behind me. I turned around only to see a stunning blonde in a skin-tight dress, black leather coat, and thigh-high boots.
"Zoe," I said surprised. "I thought you were in Brazil."
She laughed softly and pulled out a chair in between me and Rodrigo. "Well I was, but I have to go to a party tonight."
"And I guess you need a date."
She looked at me surprised. "How did you guess?"
I shrugged. She always does that. She comes to me, brings me to one of her parties as her date, and pays me back with a one-night stand.
"Well yeah, I do need you as my date tonight." she said, and added in a real seductive voice, "But don't worry, I have something really exciting planned for after the party." She gave me a seductive smile as she bent over slightly showing me her cleavage. There was not much to show, but of course, I would not tell her that otherwise, I could kiss the whole payback goodbye, just when I needed it so bad.
"Mmh, may I ask what, or is that a surprise?" I asked licking my lips. I knew that was her weakness. She groaned and I couldn't help but chuckle softly. This girl has zero patience. If I would give her the green light to undress me here, she would do it in a split second.
"I can give you a sneak peak, it---,"
"I don't want to hear what kind of fifty-shade thing you have planned for him tonight Zoe," Rodrigo growled annoyed.
I laughed as I saw the face that Rodrigo made. Zoe glared at him.
"Way to ruin the mood, Macallister." she sneered.
"What mood? We're in a goddamn coffee shop."
She glared at him again and then shifted her attention back to me.
"Pick me up at the Peninsula at eight." She stood up, gave me a peck on my cheek, and left the coffee shop without paying Rodrigo a second glance.
"Are you that desperate to get laid?" Rodrigo asked when Zoe was out of sight.
I shrugged. I didn't get laid in a month so I guess I am.
"She gives good head," I said, sipping on my coffee.
Rodrigo laughed. "How many times have you banged her in all positions only to forget her?"
"Stop bringing her up, she's right here in New York, so close to me, and I still don't know how to...how to---,"
"Tell her that you gave her the most mind-blowing sex ever that she blacked out and that's why she can't remember you?"
Rodrigo looked at me with a small smirk playing on his lips, knowing damn well he was right.