Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 13 The doorbell rang at eight in the morning on Monday, yanking me out of a sleep that was already restless at best. From the moment Christian had left my house yesterday, my mind hadn't stopped once. The kiss, the deal and the trip all spun in my head like a runaway carousel. "Zoey!" My mom's voice carried through my bedroom door. "There's a delivery for you!" I groaned, rolling over in bed. A delivery? I hadn't ordered anything. Unless... I shot up, a bad feeling crawling down my spine.

Pulling a robe over my pajamas, I shuffled into the living room, where my mom was signing a tablet held out by a delivery guy in a spotless uniform. "What is this?" I asked, already dreading the answer. "Deliveries for Miss Bennett," the man replied formally. "From Mr. Kensington." And then, like some coordinated invasion, three more delivery men started hauling box after box into my house. Huge boxes, medium ones, shopping bags stamped with logos I'd only ever seen in magazines. "Oh my God, what is all this?" my mom asked, eyes wide. "An...

engagement gift?" I offered weakly, the lie slipping out as a question. When all the packages were finally stacked in the living room, the lead delivery man handed me an envelope. "Mr. Kensington asked that I deliver this to you personally." My fingers trembled as I took it. As soon as they left, I tore it open to find a simple, elegant card inside. 'The basics to make sure you're comfortable during our stay. Don't worry. I won't take 'no' for an answer. See you tomorrow. - C.' "Zoey, is your fiancé always like this?" my mom asked, touching one of the boxes like it was sacred.

"Apparently," I muttered, still trying to process the invasion of gifts. That was when Annabelle shuffled in, still in pajamas, her hair a bird's nest, eyes half-shut. But the second she saw the living room, she woke up like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over her. "What the hell is all this?" "A new wardrobe, courtesy of my 'fiancé,"" I said, making air quotes when my mom disappeared into the kitchen. Annabelle stepped closer to one of the bags, lifting it like it was made of crystal. "This bag is Prada. Freaking Prada!" She looked at me like I'd just won the lottery.

blouses, shoes-all in my exact size, all from brands I'd only ever dreamed of touching. "This is a Valentino dress!" she gasped, holding up a stunning red piece. "This thing probably

"He's literally buying me, Annie." I dropped my voice, glancing nervously toward the kitchen. "That's the deal. He clears Dad's debt, and I pretend to be the perfect fiancée." My sister let the dress slip from her hands and sat down next to me. "You told him about the debt?" "No!" I shot back, horrified. "He investigated. He knows everything about our family." Annabelle let out a low whistle. "Wow. That's...

incredulous. "Are you seriously not grasping the gravity of this situation?" "Yes, I am," she said, setting

out it's all fake?" Annabelle just smiled, shrugging. "Then you come home empty-handed, but with Dad's debt cleared, right?" I bit my lip, thinking. "I guess. But... what if..." "What if what?" "What if I end up... actually liking him?" Annie's smile widened. "Oh, so you admit he's irresistible?" My

dress again, holding it against her body. "Look, Zoey, you've been through a lot. You deserve something good in your life. And if that 'something good' happens to come in the form of a

again. Sex isn't part of the deal." "And he agreed to that?" I looked away, remembering the way Christian had kissed me the night before, how my body had betrayed me instantly. "Sort of." "Sort of"?" Annie arched her brows. "What