Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 125 Annabelle's POV The electronic beat pulsed through the bar as I took another sip of my cocktail, watching Amanda try to get the attention of the hot bartender who was clearly more into his own reflection in the mirror behind the counter. "Mandy, give it up. That guy's more in love with himself than any woman could ever be," I said, laughing when she made an exaggerated face. "You're only saying that because you've already got your own Valentian lover," she teased, turning toward me with a wicked grin. "So where is Marcus, anyway?

I thought you two were basically glued together these days." "He's in Euradia for work." I shrugged, picking up an olive from the little dish between us. "And we're not glued- together. We just... have fun when he's in town." "Oh, sure," Amanda said, rolling her eyes. "'Having fun.' Is that what we're calling it now?" "That's exactly what it is," I insisted, though a strange pang hit my chest. "Marcus's great, but it's not like we're planning a future together.

We're just two adults enjoying each other's company, no strings attached." Amanda studied me for a moment, twirling the straw in her drink. "You know, Annie, there's a difference between not wanting a relationship and pretending not to care." "I'm not pretending anything," I shot back, maybe a little too quickly. "Look, I like Marcus. He's fun, sweet, and... well, you've seen him. But it's not like we're really dating." "And why not?" The question caught me off guard. Why not? Why did I always avoid serious relationships?

Was it because I loved my freedom-or because I was scared of getting hurt? "Because we're different people in different stages of life," I said finally. "He's thirty but acts like he's eighteen. And that's fine, because honestly, I'm kind of in that same carefree phase too. But what happens when I grow up? When I want something more stable?" "You think he doesn't want that?" "I don't know." I fiddled with the napkin in front of me. "And I'm not sure I do either. Not yet, anyway. I mean, look at us.

night, we're free to do whatever we want, flirt with whoever we want..." "Except you're here talking about Marcus instead of enjoying all that freedom," Amanda pointed out with a knowing smile. She wasn't wrong. Instead of living it up, I was sitting here overanalyzing a guy who was probably in some bar in Milan

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about Zoey." "How's she doing? Haven't seen her in ages. "She's good. Married, happy... you know, all that." I kept my tone light, even though I knew Zoey wasn't doing great after the fight with Christian. "Married life and all." "And do you ever want something like that?"

me at home. Someone who cared enough to

"Maybe." I took another sip of my cocktail, trying to chase away the thoughts swirling in my head. "But not tonight. Tonight, I just want to have fun. No relationships, no future plans, nothing serious." "Speaking of which," Amanda said, tilting her chin toward the other side of the bar, "there's a tall, dark-haired guy at table five

grinned wider. "Now you're speaking my language," I said, feeling more like myself again. "Should we go say hi?" "Definitely. But finish your drink first, because for your standards, you're still way too sober for a Saturday night." "Hey!" I protested, pretending to