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 trudged up the stairs to my apartment, each step feeling like I was scaling Mount Everest in flip-flops. When I reached my door, I was ready to collapse into a puddle of exhaustion and confusion.


　　Fumbling with my keys, I finally unlocked the door and stumbled inside. I kicked off my shoes, not caring where they landed, and made a beeline for the couch. It welcomed me with open arms, or that's how it felt as I face-planted into its soft cushions.


　　"Mmph," I mumbled into the fabric, feeling like I could melt right into it. After blissful nothingness, I reluctantly rolled over and fished my phone out of my handbag.


　　My fingers danced over the screen as I typed a quick message to Christopher.


　　Short, simple, to the point. But as I stared at those four words, something inside me twisted. I had so much more to say, and it was all bubbling up, threatening to overflow.


　　I started typing again, this time letting my thoughts run wild.


CHAPTER 67