5

"Yeah." I said smiling, "But he's underrated."

"Mmh, that's true... I thought someone like James Brown or Jay Manuel was your stylist."

"No, just Chase Capris."

"Well, do you have his phone number? I'm going to the Cannes Film festival next month and I would love if Chase would be my stylist."

"Yes, I actually do." I opened my clutch to give her one of Chase's business cards.

"Thank you very much." Sandra said as she put the business card in her small purse.

"You're welcome and oh Chase is also Ximena's personal stylist, so you might have to ask Ximena for permission."

She laughed. "Oh of course, I'm pretty sure Ximena will let me borrow Chase for a couple of days and I think it will also be a big break for Chase to come with me to Cannes. He will not be so underrated anymore after that."

That's true. Sandra Queen will be the big break for Chase.

"Anyways nice to see you here Jill, I hope I will see you more often."

"Nice meeting you too." I smiled and continued my way to the bar. I jumped on one of the chairs and waited for the barkeeper to come to me.

"What can I get for you, pretty lady?" he asked.

"A lavender kiss please." I said as I turned my attention back towards the crowd, everyone was glancing at me now and then. There were more people coming and I could see Kat Von D in the far corner having a conversation with Timothy Hancher, one of my favorite actors.

"Can I have apornstar martini please?" A voice said, next to me. His voice was velvet-edged and strong, making me want to look at him. He was gorgeous, to say the least. He wore a cream bally suit with a white shirt and a Rolex. Despite the fact that he was obviously rich, he looked hot. He was slim, muscular, with an almost perfectly symmetrical face. His blonde hair was neatly combed as it fell in beautiful layers on the right side of his head.

"You know it should be the other way around." he said, now looking up at me. He had beautiful blue-green eyes. Just like mine.

"W-what are you talking about?" I asked nervously.

"Staring, I'm the one that should be staring at you not the other way around."

Dammit, hot stranger caught me staring at him.

"Ha, yeah u-uhm, I---" I was tongue tied; I didn't know what to say.

"Rodrigo Macallister." he said smiling as he reached his hands out to me for a handshake.

"Jill Malik." I said shaking his hand. He suddenly let go of my hand and his eyes grew wide.

"Jill." he whispered softly, looking at me in a daze. "You look even more gorgeous, than how he described you."

This was creepy. What is he talking about? "Excuse me, what are you talking about?" I asked confused.

Rodrigo shook his head, "I'm sorry, I was just having a u-uhm memory."

He smiled again at me. "Right." I said, taking a sip of my cocktail.

"So, who's Jill Malik?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Well, if you really want to know, I'm Ximena's copywriter."

"Ah, Ximena, sister of my best friend."

Sister of his best friend? Is his best friend...Flynn?

"Flynn?" I asked surprised. He nodded his head. " Yup, Flynn Vasilios, do you know him?"

"Yeah, I met him thrice, he's a jerk."

Rodrigo laughed. "Tsk, I didn't see you as that type of girl."

"What type?"

"The type of girl who judge a guy when they only met him once."

"Thrice." I corrected. "The first time was at graduation, but I hadn't talk to him then and the second and third time was when he came to visit Ximena. Rude and arrogant."

Rodrigo laughed. "You're the first girl I have heard that talk about Flynn like that."

"What do you mean?"

"Most girls just swoon over him, trying to get him in their bed."

"Ew, does he go? I mean does he---," I don't know why I wanted to know this.

"Yup, he does it with them." Rodrigo confirmed, sipping on his martini.

"Ew, how does it feel like to be in a different girl vagina--- I mean never mind."

Now Rodrigo was laughing loudly. "Trust me; I want to know that too."

"So you're not like him?"

He shook his head. "Total opposite."

I looked back at my drink, trying to think about what to say next. I'm so bad in keeping a conversation. It felt like Rodrigo read my mind, because he asked a really strange question.

"Do you do relationships?"

"No." I answered curtly; I hope he will not ask why.

"Me neither." he said to my surprise. Why is a hot specimen like him not doing relationships?

"You can get any girl you want, you know right?"

He chuckled, "I can, but what if---if she---" Rodrigo was struggling to explain.

"You don't have to tell me, I understand. I bet yours is as complicated as mine." I sighed. He smiled faintly at me.

"Trust me, yours is not even close as complicated as mine." How can he know that?

We stayed silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Holy shit, is that---" Rodrigo's eyes grew wide when he looked behind me at the crowd.

I turned around to see who Rodrigo was looking at.

"Flynn?" we both said in unison.

……….

Flynn Vasilios P.O.V

I groaned internally as I tapped on the steering wheel of my Bugatti Veyron. I was already twenty minutes outside of the Peninsula, waiting for Zoe to come. Twenty minutes ago she told me she would be here in a minute; I still haven't seen her coming out yet.

I know girls have this thing called 'fashionably' late, but Zoe is just terribly late by now. I sighed again and then rested my head on the leather seat of my car.

Ten minutes....Fifteen minutes....eighteen minutes....

Suddenly the door of my car opened and a blonde dressed in a stunning wine red dress stepped in.

"Zoe." I breathed heavily; her look was definitely worth an hour of waiting.

She was gorgeous in her red dress, red heels, and red lipstick. Truly breathtaking.

"You know gentlemen always come to the lobby to pick up their dates." she said, raising her eyebrows up at me.

I scoffed. "Fuck that, you know I'm a beast."

She laughed. "Honey..." she purred, "You're a beast in bed, not when we go out on dates."

I turned on my car and started to drive. "Bed, dates, parties, same thing."

Zoe rolled her eyes at me. "Anyways, the party is held at the GoldBar."

We drove to the GoldBar in silence. I never tell Zoe about my life, my challenges, or my problems, because I know that once the media will lose interest in her, she will use those stories to become relevant again. Even though she was my best friend in the past, now she is just a fuckbuddy and nothing more.

When we arrived at the GoldBar I saw a bunch of paparazzi’s. There was a huge sign in front that said: Kat Von D liquid lipstick launch party.

"We're going to Kat's launch party?" I asked bitterly.

I should have seen this coming, how can I forget that Kat and Zoe are best friends. I disliked Kat so much, that woman didn't like me as how she likes my sister. She doesn't approve that Zoe, her best friend, and I are just fuckbuddies and nothing else.

"Yes, we are and I know that you two are like fire and water, so please---"

"You know and you still brought me here? Couldn't you get another date?!"

"Hey!" she snapped. "Don't yell at me, I'm sensitive."

I scoffed. "Of course you are."

"You still need to make up to me for what you did six years ago."

"What did I do six years ago?" Who the hell remembered things that happened six bloody years ago?

She laughed evilly. "Oh so you don't remember? That one night you ditched me at my own fashion show in Milan?"

I frowned at her. This chick is crazy. "I can't remember that." I lied.

Actually I can, I ditched her fashion show, because I saw her, the most beautiful girl that had ever walk this earth.

"Stop whining like a baby then and let's go." She stepped out of the car and I followed her.

I intertwined my fingers with hers and we walk towards the huge crowd of paparazzi's.

"Look it is Zoe Clayton and Flynn Vasilios." "Zoe, smile!" "How was Brazil?" "Mr. Vasilios, where's your baby?" "What happened with Bree Paloma?"

Questions and questions were fired at us. We walked as fast as we could to the entrance. The security guards recognized Zoe, so we could just walk in without showing our invitation card. When we were inside I let out a breath of relief.