Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage I could find. "Sex is not included in the deal." For a moment, Christian actually looked surprised. His eyes widened slightly, and the mask of unshakable confidence slipped. But then, just as quickly, it was back—the seductive smile I knew far too well curving his lips. "Are you sure?" he asked, leaning in ever so slightly. Just enough to let me feel his heat without him even touching me. "Because I remember very well the way you moaned my name last time." My face went up in flames, shame devouring me from the inside. Images of that night in the pool flooded my mind without permission. The warm water around us, his fingers mapping paths across my skin, the way his body had fit against mine so perfectly. "I didn't even know that was your real name!" I protested, crossing my arms like that could protect me from both the memories and his presence. "Now you do," he said, his voice dropping a full octave—deep, rich, and desi

On Tuesday morning, I stood in front of my house with a medium-sized suitcase at my side and a brand-new handbag slung over my shoulder, both courtesy of Christian. I'd chosen a simple look: designer jeans that fit like a dream, a navy silk blouse, and comfortable flats. Nothing flashy, but still more expensive than anything I'd ever worn in my life. My heart skipped when a sleek black Lamborghini Urus pulled up to the curb. Christian stepped out, flawless in a dark blue suit, sunglasses gleaming in the morning sun. He smiled when he saw me, and I hated admitting it, but my stomach did a little flip. "Good morning, fiancée," he said, leaning in to brush a soft kiss against my cheek. "Don't call me that," I muttered, trying to ignore the intoxicating scent of his cologne invading my senses. "As you wish, sweetheart," he replied, that infuriatingly charming smile never leaving his face. Christian lifted my suitcase with ease, stowing it in the trunk while I said goodbye to my f

The bathroom was just as luxurious as the rest of the suite. A massive bathtub occupied one corner, the shower was big enough to fit an entire family, and the neatly arranged bath products looked like they'd been plucked straight from a five-star spa. I showered quickly, letting the water wash away some of the tension knotted inside me. When I stepped out, I dressed carefully: a chic midi skirt and a light blouse—casual but sophisticated enough for lunch in a mansion. Christian was waiting in one of the armchairs, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when I emerged, and something in his gaze made me feel like he was really seeing me. "Ready for lunch?" he asked, standing. I nodded, trying to keep the nervous flutter in my stomach under control. We went downstairs to a covered terrace overlooking the gardens. The table was set for two, with fine china and crystal glasses. A uniformed attendant stood discreetly to the side, ready to serve. "I thought a quiet lunch would

Even in the darkness, I could sense his hesitation. "Are you sure?" "Yes." I swallowed hard. "Please." I heard him get up, his footsteps soft against the carpet. The mattress dipped slightly as he lay down beside me, keeping a respectful distance. The heat of his body was palpable even without touching. My heartbeat slowed, despite another flash of lightning briefly illuminating the room. The thunder that followed didn't feel quite as terrifying now. "Better?" he asked, his voice gentler than I'd ever heard it. "Yes," I admitted, thankful for the dark hiding the blush on my face. We lay in silence for a while, only the sound of the rain hammering against the windows filling the room. "So… storms?" Christian finally asked, amusement lacing his tone. "Never figured you'd be afraid of something." "Everyone's afraid of something." "And yours is storms. Why?" I sighed, rolling onto my side to face him in the dim light. "It's a ridiculous story." "Now you have to te

Elise closed the distance with that perfectly calculated walk of hers, each step a reminder of how effortlessly she belonged in settings like this. She wore an off-white ensemble that probably cost more than three months of my salary, her hair flawless, her makeup so perfect it could've been airbrushed. And then, because the universe apparently wanted to make my night even harder, Alex appeared right behind her. My hand found Christian's instinctively, gripping tight. He glanced at me, his expression shifting instantly as he understood the situation. "Christian Kensington," Elise greeted smoothly, her professional smile failing to mask the calculating gleam in her eyes. "What a surprise seeing you here. It's wonderful to have Kensington Wineries as our client." "Miss Banks," Christian replied, his politeness edged with frost. "Marcus handles that side of the business." Her gaze slid toward me, something sparking in her eyes. Not hostility exactly—something closer to curiosity