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 wandered through Christopher's moonlit garden, the night air cool against my skin. The scent of roses and jasmine filled my senses, starkly contrasting the coffee shop aromas I was used to. Talk about an upgrade.


　　From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Christopher on the porch, nursing a drink. He cut a striking figure, all tall, dark, and loaded. I mean, handsome. Definitely handsome.


　　I leaned against a marble statue, its cool surface contrasting my flushed skin. My mind raced, thinking about Christopher's offer. Sugar baby? Me? It was like being offered a role in a movie I wasn't sure I was ready for. Sure, he showed more interest in me than a kid with a new puppy, but could I do this?


　　I glanced back at Christopher, his silhouette framed by the warm glow from inside. My heart skipped a beat. Who was I kidding? I wanted him. Bad. The kind of want made my toes curl, and my breath caught.


CHAPTER 87