Semua Bab Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I was really doing this.I paced back and forth in the anteroom of Rosemont Hotel's ballroom, one of the most luxurious places in the city, trying to convince myself this was a good idea. Hiring a gigolo to pretend to be my fiancé? God forgive me, but I had no choice.My ex-fiancé was about to get married. And not to just anyone… He was marrying my ex–best friend. Yeah, I got double-betrayed in some "buy one, get one free" package deal I didn't even know I'd signed up for. If there were a loyalty program for idiots, I'd already have enough points to cash in for a slap in the face and a one-way ticket straight to rock bottom.Ignore the wedding? That was what I wanted. But Elise made a point of calling me personally! Clearly she wanted to laugh at me, to humiliate me. But I couldn't let her win. So I said I'd go. What was worse was I had said I'd go with my insanely hot, super-rich fiancé."Rich?" She laughed, like she didn't believe me. "Heir to one of the biggest companies in th

If I thought the wedding party was luxurious, then what could I even say about the place Christian took me afterward? A ridiculous penthouse on top of Rosemont Hotel, with a panoramic view of the city, a private pool, and a kind of décor that screamed, "I'm rich, and I don't even bother looking at the prices on the menu." And me… well, I was completely dazzled. But also stunned, like the whole night had been a movie where I didn't belong in the main cast. "Heavens…" I breathed, spinning around in the middle of the room, taking in every detail. A massive minibar, a sofa bigger than my entire bedroom, and a chandelier that probably cost more than my car. Well, I didn't even have a car. But if I did, it would still be worth less than that chandelier. And of course, there was an illuminated infinity pool that looked straight out of a movie. "This is insane! How can you afford something like this? If you spend this much on every client, you must be running at a loss, you know?"

I woke up slowly, stretching like a lazy cat after a night absurdly well spent. The soft sheets caressed my skin, and my whole body ached deliciously. The good kind of ache. The kind that only comes after a night worth every second. I let out a satisfied sigh before opening my eyes. Then I rolled to the side, ready to curl back into the warm, muscular body that should have been there. But what did I find? Nothing. The other side of the bed was empty. No sign of Christian. No steady breathing. No hand pulling me in for a morning round two. Oh, wonderful. The gigolo ditched me. I closed my eyes for a moment and drew in a deep breath. Not even breakfast? Not even a sweet goodbye? Not even a note saying 'Had a great time, let's do it again'? Cheap little seducer. Well… not cheap. Very expensive. I knew this would happen. So why was that annoying sting of disappointment growing in my chest? Maybe… maybe I could see him again. If I saved up a little, maybe I could

"Zoey, you think I'm a gigolo, but the truth is—" "Christian." The voice came from behind me, slicing through the air like a sharp blade. Christian froze mid-sentence, his mouth snapping shut before he could finish. His expression tightened slightly, like he already knew exactly who had spoken—and wasn't remotely pleased about it. I blinked, confused, and turned toward the reflection in the café window. The woman staring at us now was tall, blonde, and far too well-dressed to be just another customer. Her posture screamed influence. She gave me a quick glance before fixing her attention entirely on Christian. I had no idea who she was… An important client, maybe? All I knew was that whatever this conversation was, it was way too serious for me to be sitting here listening. Seizing the silence, I shot out the fastest excuse my brain could come up with. "Yeah, so… I've gotta go." Christian's eyes shifted from the newcomer back to me. His gaze was steady, curious, like h

I didn't think. I just grabbed Christian's wrist and dragged him out of the room before anyone decided to start throwing confetti at us. He was smiling the whole time, like he was actually enjoying this insanity. I stormed down the hallway, ignoring my mom's and siblings' confused looks, shoved him into the kitchen, and slammed the door shut behind us. "What the hell was that, Christian?!" He adjusted the sleeve of his suit, totally relaxed, like proposing to a complete stranger was something he did every Thursday. "A marriage proposal." "I noticed!" I rubbed my forehead, a tingling starting behind my eyes. "What I want to know is, why?!" He gave me a look of pure amusement, like he couldn't understand why I was having a meltdown. "I thought we'd already established this. You asked me to be your fiancé at your ex's wedding. I just decided I want to keep playing the part." He decided?! "I didn't ask you to stalk me and show up at my house with an engagement ring, you l