Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 558 Mia's POV Dante took the wheel, of course. Not before having a full two-minute argument with the woman about "responsibility," "experience," and other ridiculous male excuses. She finally gave in with an eye roll so dramatic it was almost impressive, but she made it very clear that she would be giving the directions and he would be following them without question. Which put her in the front passenger seat. And dumped me in the back like a child being driven to school.

We'd been on the road for about five minutes, the snow still falling but definitely lighter than it had been earlier, when I decided I needed answers. "Okay, um..." I started, realizing I didn't even know her name. How had I let that happen? "What's your name, anyway?" "Paula," she replied without taking her eyes off the road, pointing for Dante to turn left at an intersection I hadn't even noticed through the snow. "Right. Okay, Paula," I continued, leaning forward between the front seats.

"Do you want to tell me exactly what Gwen and this Nick guy are doing out there in the middle of a blizzard?" Paula shot me a quick look in the rearview mirror but didn't answer right away. "Seriously," I pressed. "I know my cousin well enough to know she's not the type to risk her life for a romantic night with some guy she barely knows. If that's even what this is." I saw Paula let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly as if she were carrying a huge weight. "Nothing romantic," she said finally. "Your cousin is just...

makes lists of her lists. Plans her plans. She's like an efficiency robot." "Oh, no," Paula said quickly, shaking her head. "I don't mean it figuratively. I mean literally. The medical

significant memory loss." Dante glanced away from the road for a split second to look at her directly. "How exactly

been taking care of her since then, trying to help her recover." She paused, staring out at the white landscape. "That's why Nick took her out in the middle of the night, in the middle of that blizzard," Paula continued.

person she actually dated was." "Matthew?" Dante suggested, steering around a particularly high pile of snow. "She swears nothing ever happened between them. Says it

wound. An ugly, painful one that had left deep scars, even if she pretended otherwise. "Yeah," Dante said quietly, knowing exactly who I meant even without me finishing the sentence. "That idiot." A heavy silence settled over the car. Then Paula cleared her throat, pulling us