Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 148

I found Christian exactly where I expected him to be-leaning over his desk in the office, surrounded by piles of papers, reports, and contracts. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice me come in, carrying a tray with lunch.

“If it weren’t for me, you’d forget to eat,” I said, setting the tray down in an empty spot on the desk.

Christian lifted his head, blinking a few times like he was coming back to reality.

“Thank you,” he said, smiling as he looked at the plate I’d prepared. “I’ve got a lot to sort out. But actually, the next meeting I was planning to schedule was with you.”

Intrigued, I walked over and, without a second thought, sat on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. His body reacted instantly, the undeniable evidence of his desire pressing against my thigh.

“Is this a break for fun?” I teased, smiling against his lips.

Christian laughed, his hands finding their place at my waist.

“Well, technically, I just got some business advice suggesting I should make more kids,” he joked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I widened my eyes and placed a protective hand over my belly..

“Christian! I already have one growing in here. There’s no room for another!”

He burst out laughing at my horrified expression.

“We’ll have plenty of time for that,” he said, kissing my forehead gently. “But I really did want to talk to you about some important things.”‘

Hearing the shift in his tone, I circled around the desk and sat in the chair across from him, slipping into a more professional mode.

“First,” he began, organizing a few papers, “I want to talk about Annabelle and Matthew. I want to offer them paid internships at Kensington-working directly with the board and getting involved in key business decisions.”

I frowned, trying to process the weight of what he was suggesting.

“Christian, that’s huge,” I said hesitantly. “Matthew has a degree in business and some experience, but Annabelle

“I know it might sound like nepotism,” he interrupted gently. “But Kensington urgently needs trustworthy people in key positions. I want to train them, shape them into future leaders of the company.”

I thought about it for a moment. It was ambitious, but he wasn’t wrong about needing people we could rely on.

“If they agree,” I said finally, shrugging a little. “It’s their decision, not mine.”

“Annie would go to Euradia, and Matthew to Ascia,” Christian added casually.

My stomach tightened.

“You’re going to kill my parents,” I said, worry lacing my voice. “Losing two kids at once…”

“That’s why I want to invite them to move into the mansion,” Christian said quickly. “That way, they’ll still have one daughter close by. And a grandchild on the way.”

My heart warmed at the thought. The idea of having my parents nearby-especially during the pregnancy and after the baby was born-was incredibly comforting. And I was sure they’d love being part of every moment of their first grandchild’s life.

“I’m not doing it because you’re my wife,” he said firmly, leaning forward with that steady intensity of his. “I’m doing it because you’re a damn good professional. You’ve got a degree in Public Relations, you have hands-on experience, and you did an incredible job at Sunvale, even with all the restrictions they put on you. Your input during our events was insightful and strategic-you showed a deep understanding of corporate communication.”

He paused, his gaze locked on mine.

“You understand both the technical and human sides of PR. You know how to build compelling narratives, handle crises, and make genuine connections with people. And most importantly, you understand Kensington’s values because you’re part of this family now.”

Tears began to sting my eyes as I listened. It had been so long since anyone recognized my work without trying to diminish or sabotage it.

“I need someone who’ll protect and promote our image with the same passion they’d protect our family,” he continued. “And that person is you, Zoey. Not because you’re my wife, but because you’re the best one for the job.”

The tears spilled over, and all I managed to say was, “Pregnancy hormones.”

Christian gave me a soft, loving smile. “So, do you accept?”

“Of course I do,” I said without hesitation, wiping my cheeks.

“Good,”

” he said, flipping open his planner again and crossing something off. “Since that was easier than expected, it frees up the time I’d set aside to convince you.”

He looked up at me with a slow, seductive grin, his eyes darkening slightly.

“Which means,” he said, leaning across the desk with a deliberate pause, “we’re free to take care of those hormones of yours.”