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 felt the purr of Christopher's sports car engine fade as we pulled up to my apartment building.


　　"Well, this is me," I said, gesturing vaguely at the building. "Thanks again for... well, everything." I glanced at the mountain of shopping bags in the backseat, still in disbelief at the day's extravagance.


　　Christopher flashed his irresistible grin. "No need to thank me. It was my pleasure."


　　I reached for the door handle, ready to escape, when Christopher's voice stopped me.


　　"Let me help you with those bags. It's quite a haul."


　　"Oh, no, that's unnecessary," I protested. "I can manage."


　　"Nonsense," he insisted, already unbuckling his seatbelt. "I insist."


　　I hesitated, my hand still on the door handle. Christopher was already out of the car, his expensive shoes hitting the cracked pavement of my neighborhood. I cringed inwardly, imagining what he'd think of my tiny apartment.


CHAPTER 53