Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 639 Nicholas' POV Renee's car disappeared down the road, kicking up a cloud of dust, and | just stood there like an idiot. Her words kept echoing in my head. "Gwen Kensington bought your debt for 2.3 million dollars." No. | wasn't going to do this. | wasn't going to believe a single word that came out of that woman's mouth. Gwen had warned me. She told me not to believe anything Renee said. Not one word. | might not know exactly what Renee was trying to accomplish with that whole story, but she was definitely trying to accomplish something. She always was.

| took a deep breath and dragged both hands through my hair. Then | walked back to the fence and picked up the hammer again. ---- 'Focus,' | told myself. Just focus on the job. | lined up the nail and raised the hammer. But my hands were trembling. | tried again. The nail went in crooked. "Shit," | muttered, yanking it out and starting over. It was pointless. Just because | chose to ignore something didn't mean my brain would magically stop worrying about it. That wasn't how it worked. Gwen had also said she was coming. That she was on her way here. | glanced at the watch on my wrist.

If she'd left when she sent that voice message, she should've been here by now. She should've arrived at least half an hour ago. | dropped the hammer again and pulled my phone out of my pocket. | called her. ---- It rang. And rang. And rang. Voicemail. | stared at the screen for a few seconds, debating whether to text her. | decided against it. If she wasn't answering calls, she probably wouldn't answer a message either. | shoved the phone back into my pocket and went back to the fence. | tried to focus. | really did. Fifteen minutes later, | gave up. | grabbed my phone again and called her.

the accident crept back into my ---- mind without permission. "| think it was Gwen's car." No. It wasn't true. Just another one of her pathetic manipulations. But... what if it wasn't? What if something really had happened? | shook my head hard, forcing the thought away. Renee was

My mom was there, cooking something that smelled like tomato sauce. She looked at me and immediately frowned. "Is everything okay?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron. " You look pale." "I'm fine," | lied automatically. "Just... tired." ---- She didn't look convinced, but she didn't push. "Do you want me to

had died. | opened my browser, searched for the number of Kensington's Florentia headquarters, and called before | could change my mind. A professional female voice answered on the third ring. "Kensington Florentia, good afternoon." "Good afternoon," | said, forcing my voice to stay steady. "I'd

a prior appointment. | can take your name and-" "Just tell me if she's there," | cut in,