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

　　When the doorbell rang, I barely had time to change into a comfy t-shirt and shorts. Shit. Logan's timing was impeccable, as always.


　　I yanked open the door, trying to look like I hadn't just been fantasizing about another man. "Hey, you," I said, forcing a smile.


　　Logan stood grinning like an idiot, holding a bag of takeout. "I come bearing gifts of grease and cholesterol!"


　　"My hero," I deadpanned, stepping aside to let him in. My stomach growled at the scent of Chinese takeout.


　　He set the food on the coffee table. "Sounds like someone's hungry. How was work at the cafe today?"


　　I froze for a split second, remembering I was supposed to have been at my barista job. "Oh, you know... same old, same old."


　　He plopped down on the couch, kicking off his shoes. "Well, at least you're not dealing with buggy code all day. I swear, sometimes I think my computer's possessed."


CHAPTER 32