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 out of the meeting room, my head spinning like I'd just stepped off a roller coaster. The hallway felt too bright, too real after that whirlwind of Hollywood jargon. I half-expected to see stars circling my head, cartoon-style.


　　Christopher emerged right behind me, cool as a cucumber.


　　"So, Olivia," he said, flashing that million-dollar smile. "Did you enjoy the meeting?"


　　"Enjoy? I felt like I was trying to decipher an alien language. I'm pretty sure 'dailies' isn't English."


　　"Don't worry, you'll be fluent in film-speak before you know it. Soon, you'll be tossing around terms like 'blocking' and 'best boy' like a pro."


　　"Great," I muttered. "I always wanted to speak gibberish."


　　Christopher glanced at his watch. "It's later than I thought. How about we grab some lunch?"


　　My stomach growled in response. Traitor. "Uh, sure. I guess my stomach's on board."


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