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

　　We took the private elevator to the parking garage, my heels clicking against the polished floor. Christopher's hand rested possessively on my lower back, his thumb tracing gentle circles that sent tingles.


　　"Which car are we taking?" I asked, fighting the distraction of his touch.


　　"The Bentley." He guided me toward a sleek black car. "Unless you'd prefer something more sporty?"


　　"The Bentley is nice, but it almost seems like you're trying to make up for something."


　　His hand slid lower, squeezing my ass. "We both know that's not true."


　　"Public!" I yelped, jumping away.


　　"Private garage." He smirked, opening the passenger door. "And you weren't complaining about public spaces earlier."


　　"That was..." I slid into the butter-soft leather seat. "Different."


　　"Different, how?" He closed my door and walked around to the driver's side, giving me a moment to compose myself.


　　"You know how." I fiddled with my seatbelt as he got in.


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