Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 563 Gwen's POV/ was fotonomy.clothes sintomyscuitcaseporsatdeast trying topcoaskiering@egerningseemeddo have ceither shrunk on growwwsinned packedit the first time when Mia walked dntochecoomwwithoutkoccking. Typtral. Need help?" she offered, alreadyfloppping onto the bed before I could answer claarynhamngeero intention of actually helping. "Absolutely," said sarcasticallyhoodingguppawrinkled blouse. Your contributionssnoaddibly valualale." Mialtauched, settling into the pillowssanddwatching me with those familian curiouseeges.

"S30,"stheddrawled, stretching the wordinaattaa tiimediately put me on edge are you goingdceell me,corddol havetto drag it out of you?"" "Tellyouwitat?" asked, pretending innoccnccmas ffoided the blouse badly and tossedatitituchne suitcase. "Giveen fronthel tovecof God," Marotlechenlegessdrangatically. You spent two days thinkingyouwere entragadtocartonulously hot guy yould never innestinyyoutifife.Obviously I wantall the dry demass. Ilfedtuny faceheat up. "Therrearrentodiny details," muttered, grabbbigcanootheppiece of clothing just to give my handss somethingttodio.

"Lian." "Manaaccused, sitting postraighter" savathleewaywood dock at him. And the way heddoksaayoou. There'ssentouchssexualitension therecto cut withhaaknie." Taputinttsstopthinessmitetthat crept onto my lipss "Okay, Taarnitteed finally turning to faceder. "There were..nongents." Miactappedhehandslikeancexcited child. "knewit Tellimeverything And don't skip thegoodpantes". lisighed, butipartod fineactually wanted to talk aboutittTodescongeonmabout these strange,confusingg, and somehow/ntadorakitays. "really believed weewer reengaged,"began, sitting on thecddgood tithe bed beside her.

Likert truly y believe it! Antillandlikkessomeone wito wassengaged. Woowess..inridoree." "You inlove? What tanadien concept. lightly/slapped herram Chapter 563 Gwen's POV I was folding my clothes into my suitcase, or at least trying to, considering everything seemed to have either shrunk or grown since I'd packed it the first time, when Mia walked into the room without knocking. Typical. "Need help?" she offered, already flopping onto the bed before I could answer, clearly having zero intention of actually helping. "Absolutely," I said sarcastically, holding up a wrinkled blouse.

watching me with those familiar, curious eyes. "So," she drawled, stretching the word in a way that immediately put me on edge, "are you going to tell me, or do I have to drag it out of you?" "Tell you what?" I asked, pretending innocence as I folded the blouse badly and tossed it into the suitcase. "Gwen, for the love of

something to do. "Liar," Mia accused, sitting up straighter. "I saw the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you. There's enough sexual tension there to cut with a knife." I couldn't stop the smile that crept onto my lips. "Okay," I admitted, finally turning to face her. "There were... moments." Mia clapped

sighed, but part of me actually wanted to talk about it. To tell someone about these strange, confusing, and somehow magical days. "I really believed we were engaged," I began, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. "Like, I truly believed it. And I acted like someone who was engaged. Who was... in love." "You in love? What an alien concept." I lightly slapped her arm. 1/3 "Shut up and let me talk." "Sorry, sorry. Go on." "I... I tried to

invested now. "Did it work?" I shook my head. "He resisted. Every time. Even

as I said it. "Because he knew I was vulnerable. Confused. Not in a position to properly consent. So he said no. Every single time." I looked down at my hands. At the ring that wasn't there anymore. "I'm grateful he resisted for so long," I said softly. "That he didn't do anything I'd regret later, once my memory