Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 230 Nathaniel's POV "Was it you who sent the flowers?" Gwen asked, her eyes locked on mine. "Are you the guy from the app?" "Of course not," I said immediately, trying to sound offended by the idea. "What are you talking about?" "It is you," she insisted, leaning forward in her chair. "Everything makes sense now. The way you look at her, the way you always find excuses to work with her, the way you froze when I mentioned the mystery guy..." "Gwen, Annie and I are friends. Just friends." "Cut the friend act," she said, waving her hand impatiently.

"You two have been obsessed with each other ever since you hooked up on that plane." My jaw tightened. How dare she be that invasive? How dare she talk about something so personal in such a crude way? Being Annie's friend did not give her the right to shove herself into my private life. Or to reduce what happened between Annie and me to a hook-up. "Gwen," I said, raising my voice and slipping into my most authoritative tone, "let me remind you that I am your boss." "And let me remind you that I am a Kensington," she shot back without flinching.

"I can ask my brother for access to the security feeds. Christian would love to investigate a safety concern." The threat was clear. And effective. Gwen knew that as a Kensington, she had connections I couldn't just brush off. Christian would approve the request in a second if his sister said it was about employee safety. "Be my guest. Explain to Christian that your big, urgent security concern is a bouquet of red roses. I am sure he will take it very seriously." Gwen stared at me for several seconds, then let out an exasperated sigh.

her. And if you are the one she's talking to, honestly, I'd be relieved. At least I'd know you're not a serial killer." She paused, studying me again. "I just think you two should stop pretending already.

softer but still suspicious. "No," I lied, hoping I sounded believable. "Alright," Gwen said slowly, like she was trying to convince herself. "If you say it's not you..." I could see she genuinely cared about Annie, that all this digging came from a place of real concern. I allowed myself to soften slightly. 1/3 "Look, I'll review the footage, alright? But I can

thing felt strange too, so she decided it's better to stop now." Something heavy dropped inside

anyway." Gwen stood up, apparently satisfied with our conversation. "Well, I'll let you get back to work. Thanks for offering to check the cameras." "No problem." "And Nate? If you ever change your mind about... anything... you know what you need to do." After she left, I shut the door and dropped into my chair, running both hands through my hair. I hadn't realized how far off the rails I'd gone. Gwen was right. It was an obsession. An obsession that had pushed me to

the best. ally, it was definitely for the best. It was good that she had uninstalled the app. It was good that I ended this mole charade once and for all. I had created Wanderer as a way to connect with Annie without all the professional complications, but in the process I had turned myself into exactly the type of man