Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire
After a few minutes, Christian stopped at the top of a small rise and got off his bike, motioning for me to do the same.
What I saw left me breathless. Before us, bathed in moonlight, stretched a vineyard unlike the others. The vines were younger, arranged in perfectly aligned rows that sloped gently down the hillside toward a small lake reflecting the starry sky. At the center of the vineyard stood a small stone structure, like a rustic gazebo, creating a charming focal point.
"It's beautiful," I whispered, genuinely impressed.
"This is Kensington's newest project," Christian explained, his tone carrying both pride and something that sounded almost… shy? "We're cultivating a special variety
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