Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 574 Gwen's POV When my apartment buzzer rang at ten Sunday morning, I'd already been ready for half an hour. I'd chosen my outfit carefully: beige tailored trousers, a white silk blouse, a structured blazer, and nude pumps. Casual but elegant. Perfect for a Sunday in Florentia. I opened the door and found Dante looking me up and down with an expression that clearly said I'd done something wrong. "Seriously?" was all he said. "What?" I asked, glancing down at my clothes. "Is it bad?" "Gwen, you're dressed for a board meeting," he said, walking in without waiting for an invitation.

"Not to pretend you're a normal person going out for coffee with a guy." "I don't know how to dress like a normal person," I shot back, closing the door. "That's why I called you." Dante went straight to my closet, opening the doors like he owned the place. "My God," he muttered, staring at the perfectly organized rows of designer clothes. "Is there anything in here that costs less than five hundred dollars?" "Probably not," I admitted. He glanced at me over his shoulder. "If you needed fashion advice, why didn't you call Mia?" he asked, already rummaging through my clothes.

"Have you met a bigger trust-fund princess than Mia?" I replied, leaning against the doorframe. "She'd dress me exactly like her. And you... well, you've dated all kinds of women, right? You must know the styles, the places they go, how they act..." "True," he agreed with a smug grin. "I'm basically an expert in women across all socioeconomic levels." "How romantic," I said dryly. Half an hour later, we were inside a fast-fashion store in downtown Florentia, the kind of place I had never, ever set foot in before. Everything felt so... cheap.

The racks were crammed with clothes, the price tags making my eyes widen. Twenty dollars for a blouse? Thirty for pants? "If it's that cheap, it can't be good," I muttered, touching the fabric of a dress and grimacing. "Gwen," Dante said in a warning tone, "half the population dresses like this. It's normal. It's fine." I grabbed a few pieces without much conviction and headed to the fitting room while Dante waited 1/4 outside. I tried on a simple navy-blue dress, nothing special.

against the wall, smiling at a pretty sales associate who was very clearly interested. I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt. "Dante," I called flatly. He didn't even look at me, just kept talking to her, making her laugh at something he'd said.

woman. "She has... you know... more..." I made a vague gesture toward my chest. "Boobs?" Dante supplied with a wicked

We headed back to the car with my shopping bags. Dante started the engine but didn't pull out right away. "So where

need different places." He pulled into traffic. "I'll show you exactly where to take him." Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting in a neighborhood café.

that," I said, picking up my coffee. "Do you?" He raised an eyebrow. "Because you just suggested taking him to cafés that charge eight dollars for an espresso." "I doubt you don't show off for women," I teased, biting into my cornetto. "With your Range Rover and your fancy clothes." "Of course I show off," he admitted shamelessly. "But I know how to balance it. I