4

"Well," Chase replied in the same sassy tone, "I don't want Jill to be fashionably late after I've spend two hours on her look. So Jill, are you ready?"

I rolled my eyes playfully at him. "Yes Chase, bye Reina." I said before closing the door behind me.

When we were already in the elevator I remembered that I forgot my car keys on my nightstand. "Shit!" I looked at Chase. "I forgot my car keys."

"Don't worry, Ximena send her personal driver to pick you up and drop you off."

"That's really considerate of her."

"Yes, she figured out it wouldn't be safe if you would drive alone late at night."

I love Ximena. She remembered that I didn't like to drive late at night.

"Shall we?" Chase extended his hand to me and I took it. We walked together through the lobby, here and there women were looking viciously at me and men were staring at me agape.

"You're not even at the party yet and you made the men here insane and the women angry." Chase whispered chuckling in my ear.

"Oh shut up Chase, good thing you're gay huh?"

He laughed softly. "Good thing I'm gay baby."

When we came outside a white range rover was waiting for us.

"Hello Baxter, you sweet delicate thing." Chase greeted the driver who was holding the door open for me.

"Hey Chase, nice to see you man!" Baxter said and his eyes shifted to me. "Good evening Miss Malik."

"Good evening Baxter." I replied smiling.

I stepped in the car and saw that Chase is not coming with me.

"Chase aren't you coming?" I asked before Baxter closed the door.

"Honey no, I have a dinner date with my boyfriend, oh and bytheway if someone ask who your stylist was for tonight, tell them it's Chase Capris. Also give them my card when they ask about me."

I nodded my head and give him a thumb up before Baxter closed the door.

Everyone is going on dates and here I am going to a lipstick launch party.

……….

"Are you sure this is it?" I asked looking at Baxter with wide eyes.

"Yes Miss Malik, this is the GoldBar."

I looked back outside. It was crowded with paparazzi's. How am I going to get through that without tripping or being pushed? Suddenly I didn't feel like going in anymore.

"I will escort you to the main entrance, don't worry." Baxter said when he saw the terrified look on my face.

I let out a breath of relief. Good, because I don't think I would be able to walk in five inch heels through that crowd of paparazzi's. I would trip and embarrass myself in front of them.

Baxter opened the door for me and that's when I heard paparazzi shouting: "Is that Zoe Clayton?! Zoe!"

Baxter held me firmly on my waist as we work a way through the crowd. I held my head down due the flashes of the cameras. It was so annoying, now I realize what celebrities have to go through. "It's not Zoe guys!" I heard someone yell. "If it's not Zoe, who is she?"

"Wow she's pretty!"

"That's Ximena Vasilios personal driver."

"Do you have your invitation card Miss?" Baxter asked as we were approaching the entrance. I nodded; I was holding it in my hand.

Suddenly Baxter let go of me. "I can't go further than here, have a great night Miss Malik, and give me a call when you're ready to go home."

I nodded my head; Baxter had put in his number in my cell phone on our way here. I walked to the two security guards who were standing in front of the entrance. I showed them my invitation card; they nodded their heads and opened the door for me to enter.

The entire room was filled with women in designer dresses and men in suits. Music was playing softly as I tried to make a way through the crowd searching for Kat Von D. I have to admit, this woman has a really great party planner. The liquid lipsticks Kat Von D will launch today are mostly yellowish and gold-ish. This whole venue just adds more power to the liquid lipsticks.

The GoldBar was entirely gold, except for the couches on the side that were black. There were huge golden chandeliers on the ceiling providing just enough light to see everyone.

"So who are you, stealing the spotlight from my own party." a familiar voice said behind me. I turned around seeing Kat von d in an elegant black dress from her own clothing line.

"Good evening Kat, I'm Jill Malik, I work for Ximena Vasilios, sadly she can't be here tonight."

Kat raised her eyebrows. "I heard, she went to Paris with her boyfriend, are you her personal assistant?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm her copywriter."

"Ah," Kat said, "So you're the little mastermind behind all the names of all her products."

I laughed. "Well yes, I am."

"Interesting, are you somehow related to Zayn Malik?"

I shook my head again. I got this question so many times. "No, not at all."

"Oh Interesting, anyways you look stunning in Elie Saab latest masterpiece, I'm in completely awe."

"Thank you Kat, so are you." I replied smiling. "Is your dress already in stores?"

"No, It will be in the fashion show next week though, are you planning on buying it?"

I chuckled. "It's beautiful, but I don't think it's my kind of style."

"Mmh." Kat murmured, "That's true. Well I should welcome other guests. There's a bar and there's some dessert, speech and toast will start in fifteen minutes." She gave me a small smile and walked away to greet other guests.

..........

Flynn Vasilios P.O.V

"What the fuck man?!" Rodrigo Macallister yelled causing everyone that passed the coffee shop to look at us.

"Can you keep your big mouth shut?" I hissed glaring at him annoyed.

"That bitch is one hell of a snake!" he whispered furiously.

Rodrigo Macallister, my best friend since freshman year of college moved back to New York City two days ago. Before, he was working in his father's company in Dubai, but since the expansion of the company he had to move to New York to be in charge of the business here.

"I swear, If I see that little snake I will---"

"No you don't!" I said firmly. "That's abuse and that's bad for our image."

"Who said I would do it? I will let another woman do it of course."

I sighed. I shouldn't have told him about Bree Paloma. "You will not do anything Rodrigo, be a good boy for once and listen to me. We're not in high school anymore."

He scoffed. "I thought you learned your lesson after that one time your sister caught you with that pornstar."

I scrunched my nose at the memory of that. "She's still not over it yet; she got really mad when I told her I will move back to New York, she thinks my playboy reputation will ruin her image."

"I don't blame her, It was probably traumatizing for her to see Lana with a gag in her mouth."

I snickered by the thought of that. "It was hot man and I couldn't resist her body. She reminded me so much of her."

"But she was not her." Rodrigo concluded sipping his coffee. “She was not a pornstar to begin with.”

It was weird to see two billionaires sitting on the patio of a coffee shop drinking coffee at five in the afternoon.

"Yeah." I said disappointed. "It was not her. And she was definitely not a pornstar. Her voice literally belonged to an angel."

"Why don't you just grow some balls and tell her?"

"She doesn't fucking remember me!" I yelled out frustrated.

"Who doesn't remember you darling, because I'm sure I do." I heard a velvety voice say behind me. I turned around only to see a stunning blonde in a skin tight dress, black leather coat, and thigh high boots.

"Zoe." I said surprised. "I thought you were in Brazil."

She laughed softly and pulls out a chair in between me and Rodrigo. "Well I was, but I have to go to a party tonight."

"And I guess you need a date."

She looked at me surprised. "How did you guess?"

I shrugged. She always does that. She comes to me, brings me to one of her parties as her date and pays me back with a one night stand.

"Well yeah, I do need you as my date tonight." she said, and added in a real seductively voice, "But don't worry, I have something really exciting planned for after the party." She gave me a seductive smile as she bends over slightly showing me her cleavage. There was not much to show, but of course I will not tell her that otherwise I could kiss the whole payback goodbye, just when I needed it so bad.

"Mmh, may I ask what or is that a surprise?" I asked licking my lips. I knew that was her weakness. She groaned and I couldn't help but chuckle softly. This girl has zero patience. If I would give her the green light to undress me here, she would do it in a split second.

"I can give you a sneak peak, it---,"

"I don't want to hear what kind of fifty shade thing you have planned for him tonight Zoe." Rodrigo growled annoyed.

I laughed as I saw the face that Rodrigo made. Zoe glared at him.

"Way to ruin the mood, Macallister." she sneered.

"What mood? We're in a goddamn coffee shop."

She glared at him again and then shifted her attention back to me.

"Pick me up at the Peninsula at eight." She stood up, gave me a peck on my cheek, and left the coffee shop without paying Rodrigo a second glance.

"Are you that desperate to get laid?" Rodrigo asked when Zoe was out of sight.

I shrugged. I didn't get laid in a month so I guess I am.

"She gives good head." I said, sipping on my coffee.

Rodrigo laughed. "How many times have you banged her in all positions only to forget her?"

"Stop bringing her up, she's right here in New York, so close to me, and I still don't know how to...how to---,"

"Tell her that you gave her the most mind blowing sex ever that she blacked out and that's why she can't remember you?"

Rodrigo looked at me with a small smirk playing on his lips, knowing damn well he was right.

……….

Jill Malik P.O.V

I made my way towards the bar. I saw Kendall Jenner, Gigi Hadid, and Bella Hadid sitting on one of the couches. There was a bottle of Don Julio on their table and three shot glasses. Bella looked at me for a split second and then whispered something to Gigi. All three of them looked stunning in their designer dresses. The red dress of Bella looked amazing on her.

I just shrugged my shoulders as I walked further. I didn't belong in their group. If this party was a high school party, they would belong in the category: Popular cheerleader.

"Hey." someone said behind me. I turned around and saw a beautiful woman in a dark green gown covered in jewels.

"Sandra Queen." I said breathlessly. She looked even more gorgeous in real life.

It was strange that Sandra Queen, the most popular actress, was approaching me. Wasn't I the one that was supposed to approach her?

"You did a splendid job in your latest movie. Congratulations for the Oscar you won."

She smiled warmly at me. "Thank you, it was nothing really, I just did my job." she said. "Anyways, you look stunning; may I ask who you are?"

"I'm Jill Malik; I came here in the place of Ximena Vasilios."

"Oh yeah Ximena, lucky girl went to Paris."

I gave her a strange look. Did everyone here know that Ximena was in Paris?

Sandra must have seen my facial expression, because she hurriedly said, "I saw paparazzi pictures this afternoon when she was at the airport."

Ah, that makes sense.

"Are you somehow related to Zayn Malik?"

Here's that question again. I shook my head. "No, not at all."

"Oh, I just thought with the same surname and all, anyways I want to ask who your stylist was for tonight. I love the dress of Elie Saab on you, it's stunning."

"Thank you, you look gorgeous yourself and my stylist for tonight was Chase."

Sandra frowned. "Chase who? Mark-sen, Jacobs, Wright?"

What did Chase said his surname was again? "Oh, uhm it's Chase Capris."

"Ah Chase Capris, he did a magnificent job on you."