Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

I stopped in front of my apartment door, the keys jingling as I tried to find the right one on the ring. Two days in the Highridge Valley had left me emotionally drained. All I wanted now was a long, hot shower and to collapse in my own bed. That's when I noticed the package sitting by the door. A wooden box with the Sunvale logo engraved on the lid. "This arrived for you earlier today," the doorman said as he appeared in the hallway, carrying my suitcase.

"Thanks." I set the wine box down on the coffee table, pulled out the attached note, and sank onto the couch for a moment. Inside the small envelope was a crisp white card with gold embossed letters-the kind of stationery that practically screamed expensive. [To our most valued collaborator, A small token of appreciation for all your contributions. Your role has been essential. Edward Mendez, Director - Sunvale Winery.] I frowned, reading the message several times. Contributions? What contributions? I'd left Sunvale months ago.

And even during my short time there, I certainly hadn't done anything worth that kind of praise. The memory of that awkward encounter with Edward at Joseph's party flashed through my mind-his cryptic words, the insinuation that I'd been "helping" in some way... I pushed the box toward the far corner of the table, suddenly uncomfortable with it sitting so close. Something about it felt wrong. And I didn't have the energy to untangle that mystery right now. Not with another, far more personal issue weighing heavily on my mind. The intercom buzzed, making me jump.

"Zoey, it's me!" came Annie's cheerful voice through the speaker. "Open up!" I pressed the button to unlock the building's gate and went to the door to wait. Less than two minutes later, Annie burst in like a whirlwind, pharmacy bags dangling from her wrist. "Finally!" she said, collapsing onto the couch beside me. "I thought I was going to die of anxiety waiting for that elevator." "Why didn't you just come up with me?" I asked, watching her kick off her shoes and prop her feet on the coffee table-right next to the wine box, which she nudged aside carelessly.

the pharmacy on the corner." She paused, noticing the box. "What's that? 11 "Wine from Sunvale. Apparently, it's a 'thank you for all my hard work."" Annie raised an eyebrow. 1/4 Chooter 175 +25 Bonus "That's... weird. What have you been doing that I don't know about?" "Nothing!" I protested. "That's what's so bizarre. I think Edward's trying to manipulate me somehow." "Hmmm. We'll file that under

one, the digital one, and the premium ultra-mega-blaster accurate one that practically tells you your baby's eye color." Despite my nerves, I couldn't help but laugh.

we can skip the whole is that a faint line or am I hallucinating? debate." Finally, Annie lifted the third box with a theatrical flourish. "And this, my dear, is the Rolls-Royce of pregnancy tests. It can detect results up to a week before your missed period, tells you how many weeks along you are, and practically sends you an email with the results." I rolled my eyes

talents. "Let's just get this over with," I said, grabbing the digital test. "I can't handle the uncertainty anymore." Annie caught my wrist before I could stand. 11 "Wait! I looked it up-it's way more accurate if you take it with your first pee of the morning. Something about hormone levels being more concentrated." I groaned, anxiety returning full force. "You mean I have to wait until

food, watch a terrible movie, and pretend for a few hours that we're just two normal sisters." 2/4 Chapter 115 +25 Bonus Her logic made sense, even

documentary about sustainable winemaking that put me to sleep in fifteen minutes." "I needed to learn more!" I protested, grateful for the distraction. "And it was actually interesting." "For you, maybe. For me, it was pure melatonin." The night passed in a blur of takeout, bad movies, and carefully shallow conversation that danced around