I Stole the Billionaire's Heart

Chapter 26

Marco Vasilios P.O.V

I stood frozen in shock as I watch the little boy running towards Jillian. He looked so happy at seeing her.

Jillian squatted down and hugged him tightly. "My baby." she said happily as she hugged the little boy. He buried his face in Jillian's neck and kissed her on both of her cheeks.

My baby?

Did she have a baby?

The boy didn't look older than six years. He had a huge smile plastered on his face when Jillian whispered something in his ear.

Is he mine?

It can't be, the little boy had curly black hair, neither me or Jillian had curly black hair. He looked like an arab boy, but I could be wrong. He could be italian or spaniard.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Jillian turned around and faced me with the little boy in her arms. "This is my friend, Marco. Will you say hi?" she whispered to the little boy. He nodded and looked at me from under his thick black eyelashes. His eyes were a dark shade of brown.

He is definitely not mine.

Was Jillian pregnant six years ago and is that why she was so upset that night? And where's the father? I had so many question and I was mad that Jillian didn't inform me about him.

"Hi Marco." the little boy whispered shyly. I flashed him a smile and pinched his cheeks. "Hey buddy, everything good?"

He nodded and his eyes twinkled from excitement. I can see that he really loved Jillian. "Yes, mommy is home. I missed mommy."

Mommy, he called Jillian mommy.

There's no doubt he's her son. Even though he doesn't look like Jillian, maybe he had the features of his father. But where the fucking hell is the father? I remembered that Jillian said she only lived with her Aunt.

Jillian probably saw all the confusion on my face, because she gave the little boy back to her aunt and send them to the living room to wait for her. Once they left, she looked up at me. Hell yea, I needed answers.

"I should have told you about Milan." she mumbled softly.

So she remembered me. She remembered the one night stand in Milan.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest. It was racing so fast I was afraid it would leave my chest. "So you remembered?" I choked out after a while, trying to hide my excitement.

"Remembered?"

"Yes, about Milan?"

She nodded. "Yes, I can remember it like yesterday."

Dammit, this girl knew all along that I was her one night stand and she didn't say anything. My heart suddenly stopped.

What if she didn't love me back? Is that the reason why she didn't bring the one night stand up?

Shit.

I haven't thought of that.

"It's a long, complicated story." she sighed avoiding eye contact.

I tilted her chin up so she could look up at me. Her blue-green eyes looked tired, but at same time I saw a sign of relieve. "I have all night, pudding."

"Well, I haven't seen my family in two years. Maybe we can meet up for lunch tomorrow?" she suggested.

I have a meeting at lunch tomorrow, so that wouldn't work. "I can't, I have a meeting. What about dinner?"

"Sounds good to me, what time?"

"I will pick you up at eight."

"That's great, uhm so I guess you want to go to your hotel now? Thanks again."

"My pleasure pudding." I gave her a hug, before motioning to my driver that it was time to go.

"Be safe." she whispered before I opened the main door.

"Are you looking out for me pudding?" I teased as I hear the concern in her voice. It's cute.

She shrugged. "It's just something I always say."

"Well, you don't need to worry. My driver is not planning to kill me anytime soon." I gave her a wink and walked out towards my car.

"Mandarin Oriental." I said to my driver before I stepped in the car. I had so much on my mind right now. First Jillian had a son that look six years old so she must have been a couple of weeks pregnant when I had met her at the fashion show. Or maybe she discovered that night that she was pregnant.

Was that the reason why she wanted to forget everything that night? Did her baby daddy left her? And then the fact that she remembered the one night stand in Milan. She remembered me, but why didn't she showed any emotion. Why didn't she showed any affection towards me? She is so damn good in acting, I should have give her an oscar. I massaged my head. I felt a headache coming up.

So many question I want to ask, so many answers I need.

And the only person who can answer me is the girl that stole my heart from the first time I laid eyes on her.

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Jillian Malik P.O.V

I threw a bowl of chicken in the large frying pan as I continued to chop the onions. Chicken Costa Brava was my favorite food and probably the only dish I could make.

"So, you haven't told your novio about Milan?" Aunt Lydia asked as she stood next to me and sprinkled salt in the pineapple juice. Her hair was tied in a tight knot on top of her head, I was afraid her scalp would come off.

I shook my head. "He's not my boyfriend Tía and I didn't know he would get out of the car otherwise I would have told him."

The only reason I didn't want to tell Marco about Milan was because he will ask so many questions. And I don't know if I could answer them without bursting out in tears.

"He will ask so many questions Tía."

Aunt Lydia shook her head in disapproval. "I'm pretty sure he will. But I think you're ready to answer them aren't you cariña?" She wiped her hands on her apron and waited for my answer.

"Yes, I am. It has been six years already."

Aunt Lydia smiled at my answer. "Good, because he deserves to know. He looked really confused when he saw Milan. And Oh have I told you that Larissa visited me during christmas last year?"

I snapped my head at her in surprise when she mentioned Larissa's name. "Really?" I asked happily. I'm so glad she could finally visit her home town without getting flashbacks about her father, Uncle David.

"Yeah, we spent Christmas together with Milan. I wished you were here."

I sighed as I threw the onions and garlic in the pan. "I wished that too, I was so busy with finals."