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

　　I stumbled into my apartment, my legs feeling like jelly after the rollercoaster of emotions I'd just been through. Kicking off my shoes, I flopped onto the couch with all the grace of a beached whale. My head was still spinning from everything that had happened.


　　"I got the role," I whispered, testing the words. A grin spread across my face as I squealed with excitement. "I actually got the freaking role!"


　　I grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it tight to my chest, doing a little happy dance while still sprawled on the couch. It was probably the least dignified celebration in the history of mankind, but I couldn't care less. After years of struggling, of endless auditions and rejections, I'd finally landed a big break.


　　My hand fumbled for my phone, and I dialed Logan's number. My heart raced as I waited for him to pick up, each ring feeling like an eternity.


　　"Come on, come on," I muttered, tapping my foot impatiently against the arm of the couch.


CHAPTER 17