Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 331 The inside of the jet was even more impressive than I'd imagined. The main cabin felt less like transportation and more like a luxury apartment cruising at forty thousand feet. Cream-colored leather seats turned into beds at the touch of a button. Polished mahogany tables slid out of the walls when needed. The windows were wide enough to offer breathtaking views of the clouds drifting past outside. Ginger was buzzing with excitement, happily exploring every inch of the space with the natural curiosity of a py.

Her small, slightly clumsy steps on the thick carpet made the cutest sound as she trotted from one end of the cabin to the other, occasionally stopping to sniff something interesting or attempt to chew on a cable that absolutely should not have been within a dog's reach. "Anyone want to play cards?" Gwen suggested, pulling a deck from her purse with the mischievous smile I'd learned to recognize as a clear sign she planned to destroy us at whatever game she chose. "Only if it's not poker," Matthew said immediately, flopping into one of the comfiest seats.

"I've already lost enough money to you this year." "As if you're any good at poker," Gwen laughed. "What about UNO?" Nate suggested, settling beside me and pulling a small table into the center of the group. " It's democratic. Anyone can win." "Famous last words," Marcus said with a grin as he joined our makeshift circle. Gwen dealt the cards with the efficiency of a professional dealer, and soon we were all focused on our hands, plotting strategies to take each other down.

Ginger, apparently offended by the lack of attention, decided the card table was the perfect place for a nap and stretched out right in the middle of the game. "Ginger, move, princess," Nate said, trying to sound firm as he scolded the puppy. "Leave her," I said, gently stroking her back. "We can play around her." "You spoil Ginger way too much," Nate accused, though his tone was pure amusement. "Me?" I shot back, turning to him with mock disbelief. "Who had a custom dog bed made with her name embroidered in gold? Who bought enough toys to open a pet store?

gourmet' dog food because he wanted her to have options?" "Okay, okay, they get it," Nate said, raising his hands in surrender as everyone burst out laughing. What followed was possibly the most chaotic game of UNO in history. We all tried to play without waking Ginger, whispering our victories and defeats like we were in a library. When Gwen finally won with a devastating combo of

asleep. Marcus stood as well. "I'll come with you. I want to see what this impressive kitchen looks like." We walked together to the jet's service area, where an impressive spread of drinks and snacks had been prepared for the trip. While I grabbed a sparkling water, Marcus poured himself some coffee, and we

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