Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 607 Gwen's POV Monday showed up with an impossible pile of work waiting on my desk. Missing all of Friday had caused things to stack up at an alarming rate. Winery performance reports, Valentian market analysis, expansion proposals for new distributors, contracts that needed review before signing, overdue vintage evaluations. Things that had to get done whether | had time for them or not. | was sitting in my office at Kensington, eating straight out of a delivery container while scrolling through page after page of documents on my computer. Numbers. Charts. Projections.

Mia sat across from me, eating too, but looking a lot more relaxed than | felt. "You look like you haven't slept in a week," Mia commented, studying me critically over her Caesar salad. "Seriously, Gwen. I've got this amazing new eye cream that works miracles on dark circles. I'll bring it tomorrow." "Technically," | said without taking my eyes off the spreadsheet on my screen, "I didn't sleep much Saturday night." Mia laughed, a low, knowing sound. ---- "Well, obviously," she said, resting her chin on her hand with a wicked smile. "You spent over two million dollars on that man.

The least he can do is satisfy you very well in bed." | rolled my eyes dramatically, finally looking away from the computer to face her. "| didn't spend that money on Nick," | corrected firmly. "| spent it ona solid, strategic business investment. Christian himself said I'd be a complete idiot not to save a business I'm a partner in when I'm perfectly capable of doing so." "| bet he wasn't thinking about two million when he said that," Mia shot back, taking another bite of salad. "Christian's personal investments make way more than that in a week," | said with a shrug, as if it were nothing.

Not the company's. Not the family fund. It didn't affect anyone but me." | paused, feeling a small, genuine smile tug at my lips. "and honestly," | added in a tone | knew would get a reaction, " what's the point of being rich if | can't give a generous gift to someone | want to?" Mia laughed out loud, throwing her head back. "Fine, fine," she agreed, raising her hands in theatrical surrender.

reports that still desperately needed my approval We fell into a comfortable silence for a few

he shouldn't at the worst possible moment. You know him. There's literally no filter between his brain and his mouth." "Il figure out how to train him properly beforehand," | said, finally closing my laptop and giving her my full attention. " Besides..." | hesitated, carefully organizing the mess of thoughts in

His whole life. His family. All his financial struggles. His dreams for the future. And me? He barely knows anything real about me." Mia was watching me closely now,