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"What if he is the one? But he is afraid to tell you?" ┉ Once upon a one night stand in Milan, Italy┉ 💗Two people fell in love.💗 He snuck out in the morning, before she woke up. And when she finally woke up, she couldn't remember who the stranger was she had a one night stand with. Years later, they still couldn't get over each other. HE turned into a womanizer to forget her and SHE remained single, because she couldn't get the one night stand out of her head. They both break their heads to find each other. HE in search for the girl that stole his heart during a One Night Stand and SHE for the guy that made her fall in love. But as the saying goes: "What's meant to be, will find its way back." Will it be that easy? SHE can't remember HIM. HE can remember HER. Heartbreak.Secrets.Lies I was a goddamn business man. Business deals, contracts, name it and I could arrange it. No hesitation. No second thoughts. And then there's her. I was afraid. Afraid of losing her. Afraid that this love is only one sided.
The alluring aroma of cinnamon swirls around the air, illuminating the hint of pencil-on-paper as I finish my latest project.
I looked up from my computer, that was hot from the many hours I was working on it, to only see my college friend and boss Ximena Vasilios standing in the doorway of my office. She shook her head lightly as she walked over towards me.
She was the definition of beauty and brains. With long tanned legs, shiny blonde hair, and light green eyes, she got tons of requests from modeling agencies when we were in college and even after we graduated.
They stopped sending her requests when they noticed that she was totally not interested in becoming a model, instead she chose the path of business.
"Is that cinnamon roll?" I asked, pointing at the brown paper bag that she was holding.
The smell of cinnamon was so strong that there's no doubt that it wasn't a cinnamon roll.
"Dammit, how did you know?" she asked defeated, handing me the brown paper bag and cup with coffee.
"Hot, black, and sweet?" I queried referring to the cup of coffee she just handed me.
"Hot, black, and sweet." she repeated with a chuckle, as she took a seat in front of me.
She knows me so well.
I opened the brown plastic bag and couldn't help but inhale the smell of fresh cinnamon.
It smelled so good, just like the good old times in Barcelona.
I shook my head.
Now is not the time to think about Barcelona. I let out a deep sigh.
"You don't need to overwork yourself, you know that right?" Ximena said, taking a bite of her doughnut, leaving trails of sugar behind on her upper lip.
"I'm just doing my job Ximmy." I replied with a smile, as I took a sip of my coffee.
Delicious and refreshing.
"I know, but you don't have to skip lunch time." She said, rolling her eyes at me.
"I don't skip lunch time."
"Well, I don't want you to eat in front of your computer. Go outside, get some fresh air, be healthy." she lectured. She reminded me of my Aunt Lydia. Aunt Lydia never like the idea of me being behind the computer for several hours to finish an assignment for school. But there wasn't anything I could do. The only way I could get scholarships was if I was a straight A student.
"You sound like my aunt Lydia." I laughed.
"I don't care, bytheway how's your aunt Lydia doing?"
"She's doing really well."
"And what about Milan?" Ximena asked.
"Milan is turning six next month."
"Are you going to his birthday party?"
I nodded my head. "Yes, I don't have a choice; I missed his birthday for the past two years."
"Sweet, bytheway my brother is coming back in town today."
"Flynn?" I asked, even though I knew she only had one brother.
"Yes, I will ask him if I can borrow his yacht for the weekend, we will have so much fun!"
"Why was he out of town?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, because his girlfriend was pregnant and she gave birth a week ago. Strange that he's coming back so soon." Ximena noticed frowning. "But then again we haven't seen him since Christmas last year. I think he will just stay for a while and then go back to his wife and baby."
I shrugged; I didn't really care about her brother. He was bad news.
Flynn Vasilios, the CEO of Vasilios Global Real estate, a multi-billion company. He was known for as a womanizer, as well as the hottest CEO of America and Europe. With a perfect sculpted jawline, chiseled facial features, blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, he was the dream man of every woman. I only saw him once. That was on the day me and Ximena graduated. I saw him from afar and he was handsome. God definitely took his time on him.
"I'm surprised that my brother is here." Ximena had said.
"Why?" I questioned.
"He's always so busy; I didn't think he would make time for this."
..........
We were busy talking and finishing our lunch when someone just barged into my office.
Flynn Vasilios.
Speaking of the devil, he shall appear.
And he looked pretty nice too.
Dressed in a dark blue Armani suit, Jimmy Choo shoes, and a Rolex watch, he looked handsome and rich at the same time.
His hair was tousled, his lips were in a thin line, and he was glaring angrily at me. I frowned in confusion at him. He has no right to glare at me in my office.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" he barked, looking viciously at me.
I was taken-aback by his sudden outburst, that I accidentally spilled my coffee on my desk.
"Fuck!" I cursed as I look at the mess I made.
I opened the first drawer on my desk to grab some tissues.
"Flynn!" Ximena yelled, also infuriated by Flynn's sudden outburst.
"Don't talk to my employee like that!"
"She's your employee?" he asked bewildered, his eyes following the movements I made. I could feel his eyes burning holes in my skin. From close up he looked vaguely familiar, but I just can't remember where I saw him before except for that time at graduation. There I saw him from afar.
"Yes! And I don't tolerate you talking to my employee and friend like that!" Ximena stood up, tapping angrily with her heels on the white tiles, waiting for Flynn to apologize.
"I'm sorry." he apologized, crossing his arms tightly on his chest. His apology didn't sound sincere, but rather something than nothing.
"I thought you were someone else."
"You saw her on graduation, Flynn." Ximena reminded him with a heavy sigh.
"Really?" he asked surprised. "Sorry, can't remember."
I rolled my eyes at him. Of Course he can't. He only remembers models and actresses.
"How's the baby doing?" Ximena asked curiously. "Can I see a picture?"
Flynn's face became dreary when Ximena asked that question.
He let out a bitter laugh. "Baby?" he simpered. "There's no baby."
"W-what do you mean there's no baby? D-did something happen?" Ximena stuttered, staring at her brother with wide eyes. Even I looked at him agape. What did he mean?
"Don't look at me like that!" he huffed at the sight of his sister facial expression. "And you woman, what is your name again? Close your mouth."
I closed my mouth immediately and glared at him. "I'm just curious." I muttered resentful.
"Well, curiosity kills the cat, ever heard of that---,"
Ximena interrupted her brother by clearing her throat loudly. "I want to know what happened to the baby, Flynn. Am I an aunt or not?" she asked, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, tilting one hip, and giving him a raised eyebrow.
"Of course," he said the irritation clear in his voice. "And no, you're not an aunt, because the baby was not mine to begin with!"
"What!" Ximena and I exclaimed at the same time, our eyes turning big that they almost fell out of our sockets.
Flynn didn't hear us anymore, because right after he told us the truth he walked out of my office.
"Oh Shit!" Ximena cursed, as she also stormed out of my office, going after her brother.
"Flynn!" I heard her yell from outside.
Lyra Mitchell is the owner and operator of 'The Sweet Spot', a local bakery in New York. One day, when a little girl walks in, Lyra's life changes forever. Brandon Cole is the CEO of Cole Enterprises. Rich and young, he is any girl's perfect man. And while Brandon had a wide selection of girls to choose from, he wasn't interested. The only girls who had a place in his heart were his mother and his daughter. But one little phone call changes it all.
Nicole Vargas. Spoiled, rich, smart, and melodramatic. She graduated Fashion Design in Brazil and was the daughter of a well known artist and the CEO of 'The Vargas' hotel and casino chains. She could get anything she wants at just the snap of her fingers. Even her career. But she didn't. And she wouldn't take advantage of her parents position in society. In fact, she wanted to be successful on her own. But her father didn't want to let her go all the way to New York where she could fulfill her dreams. For him, she was still a little girl. Ethan Gray. Insanely handsome and a mouthwatering specimen. Ethan Gray graduated Business Administration at the London Business School in England. After he graduated he took over his uncle's business and instantly became the richest and youngest CEO in England. After so many years he returned back to Brazil to visit his parents and attend the yearly elite ball. After that he would go to New York to expand his business and would stay there for a year. But, things turned a little bit different. He didn't went to New York alone. Instead, he had the daughter of Santiago Vargas with him. The most annoying, dramatic, but absolutely beautiful girl he had ever met. He couldn't stand her tantrums and drama. And she wasn't willing to change just for him. After all, he was just the guy that was suppose to watch over her. A hot, sexy as sin guy.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!