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I Stole The Billionaire's Heart novel Chapter 5

Summary for Chapter 5: I Stole The Billionaire's Heart

Chapter overview: Chapter 5 from I Stole The Billionaire's Heart

In this standout chapter of the Internet novel I Stole The Billionaire's Heart, LencySlamet introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.

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."

"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?"

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