Gregory Ellington

"Who are you, really? And is your name cutiepie69? You aren't... you didn't come here for sugar dating, did you?" 
Suddenly, a memory clicked into place. 
"Wait a minute. Is your name Olivia?" She nodded, her eyes wide with confusion and what seemed like relief. I felt like a complete idiot. 
"Christ. Why did you say your name was Cutiepie69?" "I... I was actually really confused. When you started talking about sugar babies and rules, I thought—"
Olivia, an aspiring actress, is thrust into a world of luxury and opportunity when she meets Christopher, a billionaire film producer. Their first rendezvous takes a shocking turn with a passionate one-night stand due to a mistaken identity—Christopher thought she was his intended sugar baby. 
As Olivia steps into the spotlight of her dreams, Christopher showers her with lavish gifts and exclusive invites, blurring the lines between business and pleasure. Torn between her devoted boyfriend Logan and the alluring Christopher, Olivia's life spirals into a whirlwind of secret rendezvous, career highs, and personal chaos. 
Can she navigate the storm of ambition and love to find true happiness?

Billionaire's Mistaken Match

　　As we pulled into the studio lot, my jaw dropped. This place was massive, like a small city dedicated to making movies. Sleek modern buildings stretched as far as the eye could see, interspersed with old-fashioned soundstages that looked like they'd been there since the dawn of cinema.


　　"Impressed?" Christopher asked, amused.


　　"Nah," I said, trying to play it cool. "I've seen bigger."


　　Christopher parked his sports car in a spot marked 'Reserved for Executives'.


　　As we got out, I smoothed down my dress, suddenly self-conscious. "Do I look okay?"


　　"You look perfect," he said softly.


　　"Right. Thanks. Let's do this thing."


　　We headed for a building, our steps echoing. I fought the urge to gawk. Every corner held something fascinating - movie props, blockbuster posters, important-looking people rushing about with clipboards and headsets.


　　"So," I asked, masking my nerves, "you own this place too?"


CHAPTER 14