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 sat across from Christopher in his mansion, watching him sip his coffee with that infuriating calm of his. The evening light cast long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and my leg wouldn't stop bouncing under the table. He'd called me over after rehearsals, saying we needed to talk, but for the past five minutes, he'd just been drinking his damn coffee.


　　"So..." I drummed my fingers on the glass table. "Are you going to tell me what this is about, or are you just going to make love to that coffee cup all night?"


　　His lips twitched. "Jealous of a coffee cup, darling?"


　　"You wish." I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile. "Seriously though, what's up? You're being weird. Well, weirder than usual."


　　"Can't a man enjoy his coffee in peace?" He set the cup down with deliberate slowness.


　　"Not when he's being all mysterious and cryptic about wanting to talk." I leaned forward. "Come on, spill. And I don't mean the coffee."


CHAPTER 137