Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 199 I woke up two hours before my alarm went off. Two whole hours staring at the ceiling of my South Kensington apartment, mentally rehearsing every possible scenario for today's meeting. Most of them ended with me being transferred to the records department in the basement. By five a.m., I gave up on pretending to sleep and went straight to the shower, hoping hot water could wash away the anxiety sitting in my chest since yesterday. It didn't. Then came the real crisis: what the hell do you wear to a meeting with your boss-the same boss you hooked up with in an airplane bathroom?

Was there an etiquette guide for this specific disaster? First, I pulled out my navy dress, the one Zoey swore made me look like a "power executive." Then I thought it was too much, like I was trying too hard. I switched to a white blouse and black skirt, but that screamed "school uniform." Third try: beige blazer, tailored pants. One look in the mirror and I saw someone desperately trying to look professional. I finally settled on a dark gray dress with three-quarter sleeves. Elegant but not too formal. Professional but not desperate. At least, that's what I hoped.

I arrived at the office at seven-thirty- an hour and a half earlier than usual. The building was almost empty, just a few security guards and cleaning staff. Perfect. That gave me time to mentally prepare before facing Gwen and her well-meaning but inevitably awkward questions. I rode up to the tenth floor and walked through the quiet hallways to my desk. The Kensington London office always had a certain majesty in the early hours-the golden light spilling through the tall windows, reflecting off the polished mahogany furniture. But today, it all felt... ominous.

I turned on my computer and tried to focus on the sales reports I still needed to finish. Numbers had always been my safe place as they were objective, logical, and predictable. Unlike a certain British man with green eyes and a dangerously confident smile. But even the numbers couldn't hold my attention. My gaze kept drifting toward the corridor leading to the executive offices. His office. What kind of person was I, really? On that flight, I'd opened up to him.

temporary fun, that I wanted someone who'd actually take me seriously. And then, the first chance I got, I slept with a complete stranger in an airplane bathroom. Okay, fine. I thought I was going to die. But I didn't. And now? What did Nathaniel think of me? That I was one of those women who said one thing and did another? That I was a hypocrite? Or worse-a fool who was too easy to forget? The idea that he might use it against me made

started. In the airplane bathroom." God. I'd practically handed him the ammunition to ruin me. At 8:15, I heard the elevator doors open and footsteps echo down the hall. My heart stopped, until I saw it was just Gwen, holding two takeaway coffees from the café down the

me with that sharp, investigative look of hers. "How are you feeling?" "Like I might throw up any second." "Annie, you need to relax. It's just a work meeting." "A work meeting with a man who's

the steady hum of keyboards, phones ringing. Normal routine-except nothing felt normal today. At nine fifteen, I heard a familiar voice in the hallway,

my desk with her usual composed smile. "Mr. Carter would like to see you in his office at ten, if that's convenient." Convenient. As if I had a choice. "Of course," I managed to say, my voice sounding shockingly steady. "I'll be there." She