Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 354 Madeline's POV I shifted comfortably in bed, feeling the soft mattress beneath me like it was hugging me, trying to pull me back into peaceful sleep. I was completely ready to give in and return to that world where there were no problems or worries, where everything was exactly as it should be. So I decided that twenty more minutes of sleep wouldn't anyone and tugged the comforter closer, wanting to shield myself from the pleasant chill of the air- conditioning. 1 t But the comforter didn't move. I pulled harder. Nothing. It was stuck on something.

Annoyed at whatever was keeping me from slipping back into dreams, I stretched my arm back, ready to shove whatever was on the bed out of the way. I froze. My eyes flew open when my hand hit something warm, solid, and very real. Yesterday came rushing back all at once, not giving me even a second to think. My head throbbed painfully, and I couldn't tell if it was from the memories or the aftermath of far too much alcohol. "Crap!" I whispered in a panic. Trying not to make any noise, I slowly got out of bed... and realized I was completely naked.

Suddenly, the air- conditioning wasn't pleasant anymore as goosebumps spread across my skin. I needed my clothes. Carefully, I tiptoed across the huge hotel room, gathering them piece by piece. That was when another problem hit me. I couldn't exactly walk out of there wearing a wedding dress. "Leaving so early?" The sexy, slightly rough voice came from the bed and made me spin around instantly. There he was. A 6'2″ Greek god with deep blue eyes and dark hair stretched out on his side propped on one elbow, looking at me with pure mischief. Apollo.

yanked the comforter toward me. This time, he let go, allowing me to cover myself. The problem was that it left him uncovered. My gaze betrayed me, sliding over the perfect stomach

Catching a flight for your honeymoon?" 1/3 My heart sank. Of all the memories from the past twenty-four hours, my failed wedding was the one I was desperately trying to avoid. Five years. Five years of my life, gone the moment I ran

to land me in his bed, doing things I'd only ever believed happened in movies. Adult

to overthink it. "But...?" he asked, clearly more open now. "Nothing changes. I still don't want to know your name, your age, your job, or anything about you. I just want... your help getting over my ex-fiancé." "And you think you can do that

spending the week collapsed on a couch, staring at the TV with a tub of ice cream. And honestly..." I smiled. "You benefit too." He chuckled, clearly entertained, and let out a laugh. "And how, exactly, do I benefit?" "You get an international trip to an all-inclusive resort on a paradise beach," I said sweetly. "Courtesy of my ex. "And how do you know he won't use the trip?" Because I was the one who