Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

The private jet sliced through the sky toward Solara Bay, leaving behind the Highridge Valley and the chaotic weekend we’d just survived. Out the window, the sun was setting, painting the clouds pink and orange. On any other day, it would’ve been the kind of view that held me captive. But my thoughts were as turbulent as the air that occasionally made the plane shudder.

Annabelle sat unusually quiet in the seat across from me, her eyes fixed on her phone screen, though I doubted she was actually reading the messages she kept scrolling through. The silence between us felt strange. Annie was never this quiet-always ready with a joke or some sarcastic comment.

“You okay?” I finally asked, breaking the half-hour silence.

She looked up, a forced smile tugging at her lips.

“Of course. Just a little tired. It was a… intense weekend.”

“Annie.” My tone made it clear I wasn’t buying it. “It’s me. You can drop the act.”

She sighed, locked her phone, and let it fall into her lap.

“That obvious, huh?”

“To me it is.” I leaned forward, resting a hand on her knee. “Is this about Marcus?”

A flicker of vulnerability crossed her face before she covered it with a laugh that almost sounded natural.

“I was just starting to like what we had, which is ridiculous, because I always knew it wouldn’t last.” She shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “That was kind of the point, right? No strings, no expectations.”

“And now he’s going to Euradia.”

“And now he’s going to Euradia,” she repeated softly. “Life goes on.”

I watched her for a moment. Annie had always been the carefree one, the sister who treated relationships like short-lived adventures. Seeing her actually affected by Marcus leaving was new.

“You could still make it work, you know.” I tried to sound casual. “For the Kensingtons, Euradia’s as easy to get to as the Highridge Valley or Solara. One private jet flight, and you’re there.”

Annie laughed, and this time it sounded more genuine.

“We weren’t at that level, Zoey. It was fun, but it’s not like we were…” She waved her hand vaguely. “I don’t know, planning a future or something.”

“Still, you could get there,” I said, surprising myself with how much I wanted to see her happy. “He clearly likes you. Like, really likes you.

She studied me for a moment, her expression softening, the playful mask slipping away.

“Speaking of complicated relationships…” she said, about as subtle as a rhino. “What’s going on with you and Christian?”

Now it was my turn to look away, suddenly fascinated by the sunset outside.

“It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated like the original arrangement, or complicated like ‘I’m getting real feelings for the guy I’m supposed to be pretending to be married to’?”

Her bluntness made me meet her eyes again.

“Things are getting more complicated,” I admitted, feeling an odd sense of relief just saying it out loud. “He’s not who I thought he was. Or maybe he is, just… more.”

“More?”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling.

“In that case, it’s definitely a virus. Trust me.”

Annie let out an exaggerated sigh.

“And here I was already getting used to the idea of being an aunt.” She pouted dramatically. “I’d be the coolest aunt ever. The one who gives inappropriate gifts and teaches bad words.”

“Exactly why I’m grateful I’m not pregnant.”

We both laughed, the tension between us finally breaking. Annie grabbed her phone again, this time genuinely distracted by some funny video she wanted to show me.

While she chattered on excitedly, my mind drifted away, hijacked by an image I hadn’t meant to imagine-a baby with Christian’s stormy blue-gray eyes and maybe my stubborn smile. The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it stirred something else. Not quite longing, but not disgust either. Something warm and unsettling. A curiosity I hadn’t felt before.

And worse, I couldn’t stop wondering if Christian had felt the same that morning he found the pregnancy test. If, beneath the shared relief, there’d been a flicker of… disappointment.

“…and then the cat just knocks over the vase and walks away like nothing happened!” Annie’s voice snapped me back. “You’re not listening to a single word I’m saying, are you?”

“Sorry.” I smiled, guilty. “Just thinking.”

“About babies?”

“No!”

Annie gave me that infuriatingly smug smile, the one that said she knew exactly what was going through my head.

“Of course not,” she said, winking as she turned back to her video. “Of course not.”