I Stole The Billionaire's Heart novel Chapter 7

"What do you mean?"

"Most girls just swoon over him, trying to get him in their bed."

"Ew, does he go? I mean does he---," I don't know why I wanted to know this.

"Yup, he does it with them." Rodrigo confirmed, sipping on his martini.

"Ew, how does it feel like to be in a different girl vagina--- I mean never mind."

Now Rodrigo was laughing loudly. "Trust me; I want to know that too."

"So you're not like him?"

He shook his head. "Total opposite."

I looked back at my drink, trying to think about what to say next. I'm so bad in keeping a conversation. It felt like Rodrigo read my mind, because he asked a really strange question.

"Do you do relationships?"

"No." I answered curtly; I hope he will not ask why.

"Me neither." he said to my surprise. Why is a hot specimen like him not doing relationships?

"You can get any girl you want, you know right?"

He chuckled, "I can, but what if---if she---" Rodrigo was struggling to explain.

"You don't have to tell me, I understand. I bet yours is as complicated as mine." I sighed. He smiled faintly at me.

"Trust me, yours is not even close as complicated as mine." How can he know that?

We stayed silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Holy shit, is that---" Rodrigo's eyes grew wide when he looked behind me at the crowd.

I turned around to see who Rodrigo was looking at.

"Flynn?" we both said in unison.

Flynn Vasilios P.O.V

I groaned internally as I tapped on the steering wheel of my Bugatti Veyron. I was already twenty minutes outside of the Peninsula, waiting for Zoe to come. Twenty minutes ago she told me she would be here in a minute; I still haven't seen her coming out yet.

I know girls have this thing called 'fashionably' late, but Zoe is just terribly late by now. I sighed again and then rested my head on the leather seat of my car.

Ten minutes....Fifteen minutes....eighteen minutes....

Suddenly the door of my car opened and a blonde dressed in a stunning wine red dress stepped in.

"Zoe." I breathed heavily; her look was definitely worth an hour of waiting.

She was gorgeous in her red dress, red heels, and red lipstick. Truly breathtaking.

"You know gentlemen always come to the lobby to pick up their dates." she said, raising her eyebrows up at me.

I scoffed. "Fuck that, you know I'm a beast."

She laughed. "Honey..." she purred, "You're a beast in bed, not when we go out on dates."

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