Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 218 "It says 'just a normal Tuesday night at Fabric.' Next." "What a waste. And a doctor." "Charles, twenty-eight, medieval history professor," I said in my best reality-show host voice. "First photo: in an old library, surrounded by ancient books, golden light from the window. Very aesthetic. Second photo: playing acoustic guitar in a park, focused, artsy. Third photo: hiking with an adorable golden retriever." "Now we're talking," Gwen said, leaning in. "He looks civilized, educated, and he has a dog. Dogs mean responsibility." "Let's check the bio." I read aloud.

"'Passionate about classical literature, medieval and Renaissance music, long walks in nature, and deep conversations about history. Looking for someone who values art, culture, and intellectual depth as much as I do. Not interested in superficial connections."" "Ten times better than the others combined," Gwen said. "And smart. He filters out the superficial ones right away." "Agreed. I'm messaging him before someone else snatches him." I started typing a careful first message when I noticed a familiar shape moving by the glass door of our office. I lifted my eyes discreetly.

Nate was standing outside, pretending to read some documents, but he was very obviously trying to see what we were doing. "Your favorite stalker is spying again," Gwen murmured without looking up. "He's not my stalker," I whispered back, though I instinctively lowered my phone a bit. "Of course he's not," Gwen said.

I ignored that and went back to my message for Charles, trying to sound smart without coming off pretentious. I typed. [Hi, Charles! I saw you love classic literature. Who's your favorite author? I'm always looking for recommendations!]

funny, and genuinely interesting. Around five, after several messages back and forth, I finally gathered the courage to ask: [Charles, I know it's short notice, but would you be interested in accompanying me to an event tomorrow night? It's a birthday party at Avalynn's.] His response took longer this time. When it came, I understood why. [Annabelle, sorry for the direct

"What happened?" Gwen asked. "He didn't accept?" "He wants to know how I got into Avalynn's. He thinks I have 'impressive connections."" "Technically, you do. Alexandra counts." "A connection who hates

to accompany someone with access to such exclusive places. And honestly, I'm very curious to meet you in person. What time?] [Eight. Dress code is elegant cocktail.] [Perfect. I'm looking forward to our conversation about literature... and to seeing this exclusive world of yours!] "I did it!" I showed the exchange to Gwen,