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 lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Logan had left about an hour ago, mumbling something about an early morning meeting as he fumbled with his shoes.


　　My body felt satisfied, but my brain wouldn't shut up. It replayed earlier moments – Logan's eager touches, his familiar rhythm. But then, like some cosmic joke, Christopher's face would pop into my head.


　　I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. "Ugh, go away, you a stupidly handsome billionaire," I groaned as if my muffled words could banish Christopher from my thoughts.


　　With a frustrated sigh, I reached for my phone on the nightstand. Some music would drown out the chaos in my head.


　　As the screen lit up, my heart skipped a beat. There was a message from Mr. Wallace, sent an hour ago.


　　"Shit," I muttered, fumbling with the lock screen. My fingers suddenly felt like sausages as I tried to type in my passcode.


CHAPTER 33