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's lips continued their eager exploration, trailing from my mouth to my neck. His enthusiasm was endearing and amusing, like an overgrown puppy who'd just discovered a new toy. I giggled as he nuzzled against my collarbone.


　　"Ticklish?" he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.


　　"Maybe a little," I admitted, squirming slightly in his lap.


　　He grinned wickedly. "I'll have to remember that for later."


　　Before I could retort, he captured my lips again in a searing kiss. His hands roamed freely, leaving trails of heat in their wake. I melted into him, letting the familiar comfort of his touch wash over me.


　　Suddenly, a shrill ringing cut through the air. He groaned against my lips, clearly annoyed at the interruption.


　　"Ignore it," I whispered, nipping at his lower lip.


　　He seemed more than happy to comply, his hands sliding under my shirt. The phone continued its insistent trilling, but we were too wrapped up in each other to care.


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