Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

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for now I needed to do exactly what Nick had suggested. Take a hot shower. Sleep. And hope things would sort themselves out. I pulled a clean nightgown from my suitcase and headed into the bathroom. It was small. Old. Rustic in a way that was probably considered charming, but to me it just felt... tight. The walls were white tile with faded blue details. The ceramic floor had cracks that spoke of decades of use. And there was a narrow little window that looked out over the back courtyard. In one corner there was a simple white porcelain bathtub with one of those old-fashioned shower setups.

have to stand in the tub to shower. There was also a handheld sprayer attached to the wall, the kind with a hose you can pull off and aim anywhere. The faucets were confusing. They weren't the modern, intuitive kind I apparently was used to. There were two separate knobs. One marked with a C for Calda (hot) and the other with an F for Fredda (cold). And then a few other controls I had absolutely no idea how

lighting. Massive mirrors. Luxury in every detail. Was that... my home? My apparently expensive clothes matched that image. So did the fact that I clearly had no idea how to wash dishes. But my

that filling the tub would be more relaxing than standing under the shower. I reached for what I thought was the tub control. I turned it. And suddenly, a violent blast of ice-cold water hit me straight in the face. I screamed. A sharp, startled scream. Freezing water soaked my hair, my blouse,