Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141

The soft glow of the TV flickered across our faces as we watched a ridiculous movie about aliens falling in love with humans. Christian had insisted we needed something “light and stress-free,” and honestly, he was right. After everything we’d been through these past weeks, a quiet night at home was exactly what we needed.

I was curled up against his chest on the couch, balancing a bowl in my lap filled with my latest craving-vanilla ice cream topped with pickle slices and mustard. I knew it sounded disgusting, but somehow, I couldn’t stop eating it.

“Zoey,” Christian said, watching me dip another pickle into the ice cream, “that might officially be the strangest thing I’ve ever seen you eat.”

“It’s not my fault,” I said, taking a big bite. “It’s the hormones. They make me crave the weirdest things.”

“‘Weird’ is putting it lightly,” he teased, pressing à kiss to the top of my head. “Last week it was chocolate and sardines. Now this. I’m almost afraid to know what’s next.”

“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” I said, offering him a spoonful.

Christian grimaced dramatically. “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass. I’d like to keep my taste buds intact.”

I laughed and went back to my bowl, only half-watching the movie. It just felt good to sit there, no secrets, no threats, no fear-just us and a strange pregnancy snack that somehow made everything feel normal again.

After a few quiet minutes, I glanced up at him. “You know,” I said softly, “there’s another side effect of these hormones you should probably know about.”

He groaned playfully. “Please tell me it’s not another food thing.

“It’s not food,” I replied, placing the bowl on the coffee table and turning to face him. “It’s another kind of craving.”

I saw the exact moment Christian understood what I was implying. His blue eyes darkened slightly, and a slow smile spread across his face.

“Oh, really?” he asked, his voice growing huskier. “And what kind of desire would that be?”

Instead of answering with words, I showed him. I slid my legs over him, positioning myself in his lap, my hands resting on his shoulders. The change in position caused my dress to ride up slightly, and I could feel the immediate reaction of his body beneath me.

“I desire you,” I whispered against his ear, my voice coming out more seductive than intended.

“Zoey,” he murmured, but his voice carried desire, not protest.

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