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

　　When we finally broke apart, I had to catch my breath. "That wasn't fair either."


　　"Yes. Your negotiation tactics are highly questionable." I straightened his jacket on my shoulders. "I demand a review by the board."


　　"I am the board." His hands settled on my hips. "And I find my methods completely above reproach."


　　"Typical corporate corruption." I traced a finger down his tie. "Using your position of power to take advantage of innocent actresses."


　　"Innocent?" Christopher's eyebrow shot up. "Need I remind you who started the footsie under the table?"


　　"I have no idea what you're talking about." I widened my eyes. "I was simply stretching my legs."


　　He laughed, the sound echoing through the garden.


　　I plucked another imaginary leaf from his hair just to watch him pat his head again.


　　"Stop that." He caught my hand. "There aren't any leaves."


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