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 strode into my office, lingering on Olivia's radiant smile from our lunch. As I pushed open the door to the meeting room, I found Isaac and Maya already seated, their faces a mix of anticipation and mild impatience.


　　"Gentlemen, lady, I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long," I said, flashing my most charming grin.


　　"Just a few minutes, Mr. Wallace. We know how busy you are," Maya said.


　　I smiled, thinking, 'If only they knew it was Olivia's beauty that made me lose track of time.' But I kept that little tidbit to myself.


　　I settled into my chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me.


　　Isaac cleared his throat. "We've finalized a few scripts and wanted your input." He slid a list across the table.


　　I picked it up, scanning the one-liners. Some caught my eye, others made me want to gouge my eyes. I circled a few promising ones.


　　"You know, there's this nifty invention called email," I said, tapping my finger on the paper. "Saves on airfare."


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