Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 274 "Okay... so, there's something I need to tell you," I said, fidgeting with my coffee cup like it might suddenly save me. "But it's a secret, alright?" Gwen immediately arched an eyebrow, that teasing look she always got when she knew some juicy confession was coming. Leaning a little closer over the tiny café table, she gave me a conspiratorial smile. "You and the boss, right?" My face went hot, and I couldn't help laughing. You couldn't hide anything from Gwen for long-she had this almost spooky gift for reading people and situations.

"Yeah," I admitted, unable to stop the smile that always crept in whenever I thought about Nate. "We're... trying. Just not ready to make it public yet. Mostly because I'm still under his direct supervision." "And how's that going?" she asked, genuinely curious, no judgment anywhere in her voice. "Better than I imagined," I said, remembering the weekend we'd spent together. "He's... not what I expected. Kinder, funnier. Way less controlling when he's not in full executive mode." Gwen nodded like she'd known that all along.

'Zoey already knows everything, of course," I added, rolling my eyes with that particular affection only sisters can provoke. "She said that if this story doesn't end with a 'happily ever after' somewhere quaint and picturesque, she's going to feel personally betrayed by the plot." "Fair enough," Gwen said, biting the rim of her cup with a little grin. "After everything, this storyline really does deserve a good climax." "And she actually said 'storyline,'" I added, laughing. "She's convinced I'm living inside her favorite book." "Honestly?

to cooperate." "A positive plot twist," I murmured, smiling to myself. We laughed, and then I took a deep breath, bracing for the part I really wanted to share. "But that's not all," I said, shifting my tone a little. "He invited me to spend Christmas with his family." Gwen let out an exaggerated gasp of mock outrage, pressing a hand to her chest like I'd personally offended her. "Hey! I invited you

certain power of persuasion even you can't compete with..." I teased, making both of us laugh. "Fair," she said, lifting her hands in surrender. "I can't compete with British charm and green eyes." "Especially in bed when-" "Too much

quiet, her voice softer and more serious. "Are you happy?" she asked, fixing me with that piercing stare she only used when she wanted the real answer. The question caught me off guard-not because of what she asked, but because of how directly she asked it. I looked down at my cup for a moment, trying to gather the truth, wanting to be

"But?" Gwen prodded gently, sensing there was more. I exhaled, feeling the weight of a confession that had been gnawing at me for days. "Deep down, there's still a part of me that thinks about him. About Wanderer. About the whole mystery," I admitted, tracing the handle of my cup with my thumb. "And I... I know I won't truly move on until

closure I can't seem to shake." Gwen stayed quiet for a moment that felt longer than it actually was. When