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 couldn't help it—I clawed at his back, feeling muscles ripple beneath my fingers. "Harder," I gasped, surprised by my own voice. Who was this demanding, wanton creature I'd become? Certainly not the barista with a penchant for Hollywood dreams.


　　"Harder?" His grin was wolfish. "You'd better hold on then."


　　And hold on, I did, as he obliged, the bed groaning in protest beneath us. "God, Daddy, you're going to break the damn bed!"


　　Oh sure, easy-peasy when you're rich. I rolled my eyes, trying—and failing—to stifle a giggle amidst all the panting and cursing.


　　His hand pinned mine above my head while his other squeezed my breast, sending a delicious thrum of pain and pleasure jolting through me. His touch was electric; every movement sent shockwaves deep into my core.


　　"Daddy." The word slipped past my lips, a mix of plea and demand.


　　He slowed just enough to make me whimper, teasing me. "Yes, sweetheart?"


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