Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 148 +25 Bonus I found Christian exactly where I expected him to be-leaning over his desk in the office, surrounded by piles of papers, reports, and contracts. He was so focused that he didn't even notice me come in, carrying a tray with lunch. "If it weren't for me, you'd forget to eat," I said, setting the tray down in an empty spot on the desk. Christian lifted his head, blinking a few times like he was coming back to reality. "Thank you," he said, smiling as he looked at the plate I'd prepared. "I've got a lot to sort out.

But actually, the next meeting I was planning to schedule was with you." Intrigued, I walked over and, without a second thought, sat on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. His body reacted instantly, the undeniable evidence of his desire pressing against my thigh. "Is this a break for fun?" I teased, smiling against his lips. Christian laughed, his hands finding their place at my waist. "Well, technically, I just got some business advice suggesting I should make more kids," he joked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I widened my eyes and placed a protective hand over my belly.. "Christian! I already have one growing in here. There's no room for another!" He burst out laughing at my horrified expression. "We'll have plenty of time for that," he said, kissing my forehead gently. "But I really did want to talk to you about some important things."' Hearing the shift in his tone, I circled around the desk and sat in the chair across from him, slipping into a more professional mode. "First," he began, organizing a few papers, "I want to talk about Annabelle and Matthew.

I want to offer them paid internships at Kensington-working directly with the board and getting involved in key business decisions." I frowned, trying to process the weight of what he was suggesting. "Christian, that's huge," I said hesitantly. "Matthew has a degree in business and some experience, but Annabelle 11 "I know it might sound like nepotism," he interrupted gently. "But Kensington urgently needs trustworthy people in key positions. I want to train them, shape them into future leaders of the company." I thought about it for a moment.

casually. My stomach tightened. "You're going to kill my parents," I said, worry lacing my

love being part of every moment of their first grandchild's life. "It would be great having my parents close, especially now," I admitted. "But we should talk to them before deciding anything." "Perfect," he said, picking up his planner and jotting down a few notes. "We'll schedule some meetings then." Christian let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair

overwhelmed. "I can do that," I offered right away. "I've been feeling kind of bored without a job. I could organize your schedule, take calls..." "I have other plans for you," Christian interrupted, his eyes glinting with something that instantly caught my attention. I leaned forward, curious. "What kind of plans?" "Elite PR has

department instead of hiring an outside agency. I want full control over our corporate image." My heart started to race as I realized where this was going. "And?" I asked, my voice coming out softer than I intended. "I want you to run the department," he said plainly. I froze, stunned into silence. I'd expected him to offer me some kind of position-but head of the department? That was exactly the kind of opportunity

intensity of his. "I'm doing it because you're a damn good

human sides of PR. You know how to build compelling narratives, handle crises, and make genuine connections with people. And most importantly, you understand Kensington's values because you're part of this family now." Tears began to sting my eyes as I listened. It had been so long since anyone recognized my work without trying to diminish or