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

Logan fumbled with his keys, nearly dropping them in his excitement. I smiled at his eagerness, even as I thought of Christopher's unanswered text.


"Home sweet home," Logan announced, swinging the door open with a flourish.


I stepped inside, taking in the familiar sight of his cluttered apartment. A pile of laundry sat on the armchair, and dirty dishes filled the sink. Classic Logan.


"Make yourself comfortable," he said, gesturing to the couch. "I'll grab us some snacks."


I plopped down on the couch, kicking off my shoes and tucking my feet under me. Logan returned with a bowl of popcorn and two beers, settling beside me.


"Ready for some steamy romance?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.


Logan started the series. The story followed two attractive twenty-somethings navigating the perils of modern dating. I got sucked in, even though it was cliché and formulaic.


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