Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

We followed the stone path lined with lanterns that glowed softly against the night. The air was rich with the scent of ripe grapes and earth-an aroma I’d come to recognize and even crave in recent months. The moon, nearly full, cast a silvery glow over the endless rows of vines stretching across the hills, transforming the vineyard into something dreamlike.

Christian walked beside me in silence, his hand brushing mine from time to time but never quite holding it. The tension in his posture was unmistakable-his shoulders tight, his jaw set. He had just been handed complete control of the Kensington empire, something most men would celebrate with champagne and a toast. But here he was, walking through the quiet vineyard with me, every step charged with the weight of unspoken things.

The overlook came into view-a graceful structure of stone and wood perched at the vineyard’s highest point. By day, it offered sweeping views of the estate; by night, it shimmered in moonlight, almost otherworldly.

We climbed the few steps in silence. Christian leaned against the railing, staring out at the sprawling fields below. After a long breath, he turned to me.

“He knows.”

It wasn’t a question.

I swallowed hard but didn’t look away. There was no anger in his voice, only quiet certainty.

“Yes,” I admitted, my chest tightening and loosening all at once. “I couldn’t keep lying to him, not after what he said. He asked me to call him Grandpa… and I just couldn’t. I told him everything.”

Christian nodded slowly, half his face still cloaked in moonlight.

“What did he say?”

A small, disbelieving smile tugged at my lips. “He laughed. Like, actually laughed. Out loud. Then he said, and I quote, ‘I’m eighty-three, not eight.”

Christian blinked, and then-to my surprise-laughed too. A real laugh. Deep and unrestrained, the kind that slipped past all his careful composure.

“We were completely played, weren’t we?” He ran a hand through his hair, still smiling. “That old fox.”

“He told me no contract with the Kensington name ever happens without his knowledge,” I said, laughing with him. “Apparently, he has ‘contacts in places you can’t even imagine.”

“That doesn’t surprise me at all.” Christian shook his head, amusement softening his features. “He’s always known everything happening in the company, even when he was supposedly retired. We used to joke he had the phones bugged.”

“You’re not mad?” I asked carefully, stepping closer to him.

“At you? For telling him?” He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes gentling. “No. Honestly… I’m relieved. Keeping that secret wasn’t easy.”

“He wasn’t mad either,” I said softly. “He said he understood why we did it. That you wanted to protect him.”

Christian nodded, his gaze softening as the tension between us shifted.

“It was always about that, at the start,” he said quietly. “Making sure the company stayed in the family. Making sure he could go through with the surgery without worrying.”

“At the start…” I echoed, feeling the weight of those words settle heavily between us.

His hand caught my wrist, firm but gentle, spinning me back to face him. His expression was a storm of confusion and something fiercer-something raw.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m doing what makes sense,” I said, my voice sharper than I meant it to be. “Ending something that’s no longer necessary.”

“You think I’m letting you go?” His disbelief made me falter. “Is that what you think this is?”

Before I could respond, he pulled me closer-one arm wrapping around my waist, the other coming up to cradle my face. His eyes were fierce and open, stripped of all his usual restraint.

“When I say the contract doesn’t make sense anymore,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “I don’t mean I want you out of my life. I mean it doesn’t make sense to have a deadline for this… for us.”

And then his lips found mine.

The kiss was nothing like the ones before. It wasn’t calculated or careful-it was desperate, honest, real. Every emotion we’d buried, every unspoken thought, every moment of pretending that this was just business poured into that kiss. It was years of family legacy, months of denial, and a single heartbeat of truth colliding under the silver light of the moon.

The chemistry that had always simmered between us ignited completely, burning through every layer of pretense. But this time, it wasn’t about attraction. It was about recognition-of what we’d become to each other, of what we’d stopped being able to hide.

When we finally broke apart, breathless and unsteady, his hands still framed my face like he was afraid I might vanish if he let go.

“I’m completely lost, Zoey,” he whispered, his voice breaking in a way I’d never heard before. “I don’t know what to do… because I’m completely in love with you.”