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

　　He carried me into the bedroom, and holy shit, it was like something out of a palace. Chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, plush carpet that felt like walking on clouds, and a bed so big it looked like it could fit an entire football team.


　　"Did you steal this from a hotel or something?"


　　"Only the best for you, darling," he murmured against my ear.


　　I barely had time to take it all in before he laid me on the bed. The sheets were cool against my back, but I barely noticed because his body was already on top of mine. His lips crashed into mine with an urgency that took my breath away.


　　He tasted like expensive whiskey and mint, and his hands were everywhere at once—tangling in my hair, gripping my waist, exploring every inch of me they could reach.


　　His lips crashed into mine, wild and possessive, almost bruising. He pulled back, his eyes dark with hunger. "You know what to call me, right?"


　　"Daddy," I gasped, barely recognizing my own voice.


CHAPTER 89