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

　　The night air had cooled, and goosebumps rose on my arms.


　　"Cold?" Christopher shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. His scent enveloped me, bringing back very recent memories.


　　"Thank you." I snuggled into the warm fabric, focusing on my food instead of how his fingers felt against my skin.


　　The chef returned with the main course, and I had to bite my lip to keep from grinning as Christopher adjusted his collar for the tenth time. His hair still stuck up slightly in the back where my fingers had gripped it.


　　"The lamb is served with a mint reduction," Chef announced, seemingly oblivious to our disheveled state. "Would sir like more wine?"


　　"Yes," Christopher muttered, holding out his glass.


　　The stars twinkled above us, matching the strung lights, and a warm breeze carried the scent of jasmine from the garden. Despite our earlier interruption – or perhaps because of it – the evening felt perfect.


CHAPTER 186