I Stole the Billionaire's Heart

Chapter 23

I noticed that he had a small dimple on his right cheek when he smiled. A knot formed in my stomach, because that reminded me of someone.

Six years ago.

He had a dimple too, on the exact same spot as Marco. I remembered the kisses I gave that poor dimple, because it was just so damn attractive.

What if Marco--? No, it can't be.

I shook my head, trying to get that ridiculously idea out of my head. If it was Marco, I'm pretty sure he would make fun of me the very first time he met me.

Ximena rolled her eyes at the question of her brother. "I can smell your presence from a mile away."

"Now you're exaggerating." he said, a small chuckle escaping from his throat. "Anyway, I heard you were talking about going to Barcelona this weekend?"

"So you were eavesdropping too?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "That's just rude."

He laughed and shook his head. "Do you think I have time to eavesdrop two drama queens? You guys were talking really loud."

"We are not drama queens!" Ximena exclaimed offended, "and I'm not the one going to Barcelona. Jillian is."

"Oh." Marco said surprised, his eyes landing on me again. "You can fly with me."

"Excuse me?" I was confused what he meant by that.

"Well..." he explained, when he saw the confused expression on my face, "I need to meet a business associate in Barcelona this weekend, so I was thinking maybe you can fly with me."

"That's a great idea!" Ximena exclaimed, too happy for my liking. "You can save money on a ticket."

I shook my head. That’s so not going to happen. "No, I don't think it's a good idea."

"What do you mean not a good idea?" Ximena asked bewildered. "This is the best idea Hun, you don't have to spend money on a ticket and you'll also have my annoying brother with you."

"Hey, I'm not annoying, little brat." Marco huffed. Ximena turned her head towards him and glared.

"Did you just call me brat?" She put her hands on her waist and shot him a deadly glare.

"Oh I did." he answered back sassily. I tried to hold back my laugh. Marco and sass is so cute.

"Don't sass me, you dickhead."

"This dickhead is your beloved brother."

"Beloved brother my ass."

"Okay guys, siblings fight is for home. You can go all WWE on each other for all I care." I interrupted their oh-so-wonderful conversation. I was not feeling to listen to their endless insults towards each other.

Ximena laughed. "Oh remember Marco, when I pushed you down the stairs when you were six. Hilarious!"

"My leg was in a cast for a month, what was so hilarious about that?"

"Okay guys. Seriously stop it" I said in a huff. "Anyway, we were talking about Barcelona and my answer is still no."

"Come on." Ximena pouted. "Think about how much money you can save."

"I don't want to be a burden to anyone."

"Who says you're a burden? I offered you; it's not the other way around." Marco said reluctantly.

"But still." I protested.

"Oh please, stop overthinking Jillian." Ximena said, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.

I let out a frustrated groan as I was silently thinking if this was a good idea. Even though it wasn't there was no way I could talk this idea out of their heads.

"Fine, so Friday morning?"

Marco's face lit up and he nodded. "Yeah, I'll send a driver for you."

"I can drive myself Vasilios."

He chuckled. "I know you can, but where do you want to leave your car?"

I haven't thought of that. "Okay, send me a driver then. What time?"

"Ten in the morning."

"Okay good."

"That's settled then, so big brother why are you here again?" Ximena asked with her hands on her hips.

"I just wanted to hand you this." He gave her a stack of papers. "Go through them, you might find it interesting."

Ximena nodded as she eyed the huge stack of papers Marco shoved in her face. "And why couldn't you send someone to deliver these to me?"

"I just came from a meeting and happen to pass your workplace, so why not stop and pay my little sister a visit on my way back." He said, giving her a cheesy grin.

She shook her head like she didn't want to believe him. "Excuses, excuses."

"Hey, you have to admit those are valid excuses. Anyway, I need to go now. I will see you Friday Jillian." He gave me a wink and excited the office.

"So..." Ximena said when Marco closed the door behind him; I'm pretty sure she saw the wink.

"What's going on between you and my brother?"

………..

Jillian Malik P.O.V

"Do you need anything else Miss Malik?" the flight attendant with bright red lipstick asked.

"No, thank you very much." I replied as I watch her taking the plates of my table. I just had a deliciously unhealthy breakfast. Pancakes with a lot of syrup and whip cream.

"Oh well, if you need anything else don't hesitate to call me over."

I smiled sincerely at her. "I will not.”

"Enjoy the rest of the flight." She said and walked back to the kitchen.

I pulled out my laptop and decided to finish my work before I arrive in Barcelona. I still had five hours to go.

This morning Marco had send a limo to pick me up even though I told him to just send a regular car. But no, he had to send a freaking limo. How extra can someone be? Everyone who sat in the lobby stared outside, wondering which celebrity arrived.

Sadly I disappointed them when I walked out of the elevator in my sweatpants and crop top, as I pulled my suitcases behind me. The driver, who was standing casually at the counter talking to the receptionist, just watched me struggle as I made my way outside. I don't think he knew that I was the one he was supposed to pick up. He finally realized it when I was opening the door of the limo and start stuffing my stuff inside.

To say he was shocked was just an understatement. I couldn't blame the poor man too, I looked like crap anyway.

First of all I woke up late and second of all I got my period which meant cramps. I don't get cramps often, but when I do they are the worse.

I shook my head and focused back on my work. I don't know for how long I had work, because a cough stopped me from typing. I looked up tiredly and saw the flight attendant hovering over me.

"Yes?"

"Miss Malik, Mr. Vasilios wishes to see you" she said politely.

"Why?" I asked. Since I stepped into the plane I haven't seen him. When I got out of the limo I saw him quickly disappearing in the plane. The flight attendant - who showed me my seat and store my suitcases-, told me that he didn't want to be disturbed.

"I don't know the answer on that ma'am. He's at the back of the plane."