CHAPTER 113

  Olivia's POV

  I returned to the bedroom, feeling like a million bucks in my new dress. The fabric swished against my bare skin, reminding me of Christopher's "easy access" request. God, what was happening to me?

  I flopped onto the bed, fishing my phone out of my purse. No messages from Logan.

  "Well, shit," I muttered. He probably sulked because I'd turned down his advances the other night and bailed on dinner plans yesterday. In my defense, it's hard to get in the mood when you're secretly screwing a billionaire on the side. Talk about first-world problems.

  As I scrolled through my notifications, a message from Emma popped up:

  "Hey, girl! Don't forget, you promised drinks and dinner this weekend. I need all the juicy deets about your new acting gig!"

  I groaned. Right. Because my life wasn't complicated enough already. Now I had to juggle boyfriend drama, secret sugar daddy shenanigans, AND maintain a social life? Maybe I should look into cloning technology.