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

　　A door slid open to reveal a bedroom that put most hotel suites to shame. A king-sized bed dominated the space, draped in crisp white linens that practically begged to be messed up.


　　"You've got to be kidding me." I stepped inside, running my hand over the silken bedspread. "A bedroom? On a plane?"


　　"What's the point of having a private jet if you can't be comfortable?" His hands settled on my hips from behind, pulling me against him. "Very comfortable."


　　"This is ridiculous." But I leaned back into his chest anyway, letting his warmth seep through my dress. "Who needs a bed on a five-hour flight?"


　　"We do." His lips found that sensitive spot behind my ear.


　　His lips traced a path down my neck, making my knees weak. "Christopher, what if someone walks in?"


　　"Privacy mode's already on." His teeth grazed my earlobe. "No interruptions."


　　"Privacy mode?" I laughed, but it came out breathy. "What is this, a spaceship?"


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