I Stole the Billionaire's Heart

Chapter 21

"Milan is my future. Barcelona is...I'm not ready to go back yet. It still hurts."

I hugged her tightly. "Sooner or later you should visit. Aunt Lydia misses you."

She smiled faintly at me. "I know...I miss mom too."

She looked at her watch and her eyes widened. "Goodness, I need to get ready for the fashion show."

"Fashion show?" I asked wonderingly.

She nodded. "Yeah, there's a fashion show tonight." she paused for a second and then looked at me, "You should come."

I shook my head. "That's not a good idea."

"It is a good idea. I don't want you to stay here and overthink everything."

I stayed quiet, the only thing I need right now is ice cream, Netflix, and a box with tissues.

"Finish your soup, I'll send a dress and makeup up to your room." Larissa said before she exited my room. Well, I guess she didn't take no for an answer.

I looked around the room. It was a beautiful baronial room decorated in an old fashioned style. There were lots of antics in different cabinets, but beside that I also spotted a cabinet with all types of liquor.

If Larissa wanted me to go to that fashion show at least I need to clear my mind somehow. Whiskey can help me with that. Whiskey always does.

I walked to the cabinet and took a bottle of whiskey and hid it in my bag. It's a bad idea, but not as bad as dating Mateo for four fucking years.

Suddenly I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door and there was a girl in a maid uniform holding a peach colored dress and shoes in her hand along with a pink bag which I assumed there was makeup in it.

"Thank you." I said as I took everything from her.

"You're welcome. Miss said the driver will be here in an hour."

I nodded and closed the door again. I put everything on the bed and took a shower. I could choose from all different kind of shower gels and shampoo, but I chose for the strawberry one. If I get drunk tonight at least I will smell good.

After I was done I put the dress on, which was really tight on me, considering that Larissa is one size smaller than I am. I combed my hair, applied some makeup, applied my favorite red matte lipstick and a coat of strawberry chap stick over it, slip on my shoes, grabbed my bag, and headed downstairs.

Larissa was waiting for me in her silky robe at the end of the stairs. "You look hot girlfriend!" she squealed as she looked at me from head to toe.

I forced a smile. "Thanks, why aren't you dressed?"

"I will get dressed at the show, come on let's go. The show will start in forty minutes."

We stepped in the car and drove to the fashion show. At the fashion show Larissa gave me a seat in the second row as she went backstage to change. After she went backstage, I grabbed the whiskey bottle out of my bag and started to drink. Slowly, but surely the alcohol started to work.

I was already waiting thirty minutes for the show to start and still there was nothing. No models, only music. To make things worse there was a couple in front of me acting all lovey dovey with each other.

Every Time they kissed I wanted to throw the whiskey bottle at their heads, but then again I didn't want to be charged for murder.

Fresh air.

I needed fresh air before I puke over this entire place ruining the dresses from the people who sat next to me. I stood up from my seat and made my way to the exit.

It was dark and chilly outside, but I didn't care.

I found a bench nearby and decided to sit there until I felt better again. From the corner of my eyes I could see someone staring at me. It was creepy, but he was hot.

"You know." I said my voice so soft that I could barely hear myself. "Haven't you learned that staring is rude and creepy?"

He chuckled and sat down next to me. I looked over at him and said: "What is a good looking guy like you doing here outside with me? All the models are inside."

He was handsome. He had champagne blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and I could see his six pack through the thin fabric of his shirt. To top all of that, his voice was deep and husky, a huge turn on.

"What is a pretty girl like you doing here outside, alone and drunk?" he retorted.

I threw my head back and laughed.

"I'm here to forget everything for a while." I mumbled after I was done laughing. I don't know why I was laughing, the whiskey is probably working. It did the thinking, the talking, and now the laughing. I wondered what's next.

"And what do you want to forget?" he asked in a whisper.

"Everything." I looked at him with my big mischievous blue-green eyes. There's a myth that says that people with blue-green eyes can hypnotize people. Usually I would just laugh at that, because I don't believe in myths like how I don't believe in happy endings anymore. But now it didn't matter, because I wasn't doing the thinking. Whiskey did. "And you can help me with that."

Before my brain could process what my hands was about to do I grabbed him by his white shirt and kissed him fully on his lips. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. Where did I learn to kiss like this? I never kissed Mateo like this.

I wanted to pull away before I lose myself in him but I can't seem to...In this moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight. His lips felt so soft and warm on mine. I felt his hands on my back playing with the ends of my hair.

"Room." he whispered huskily as he pulled away slowly. "We need privacy."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him to god knows where. At this point my mind was blank and the only thing that mattered to me was that hot stranger. Part of me knew what was going on, but the other part of me was just whiskey.

Somehow we ended up in a cab, kissing again. This time even deeper and hotter. I felt bad for the driver who had to witness this through his rear view mirror.

Suddenly the cab stopped and he took my hand and we walked to what seem like a huge house. I blinked my eyes a little and I noticed it was not a huge house.

It was a hotel.