Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308

Alexandra’s POV

The sharp click of my Louboutin heels against the marble floor echoed through the hotel room, an impatient rhythm that perfectly matched my mood. Forty-five minutes. Forty-five damn minutes waiting to see if my plan would actually work.

I stopped in front of the mirror and adjusted my red dress for the third time, irritated not just by the delay but by the space itself. The reflection staring back at me was flawless, as always-hair perfectly styled in elegant waves, makeup done by one of the best artists in London, exclusive Lennox jewelry catching the light.

`And yet, even though it was a Rosemont Hotel and I knew quality when I saw it, I had never stayed in such a…

subpar room. The executive suite was nice, sure, with panoramic views of London and high-end finishes, but I usually stayed in presidential suites. Places where I belonged. Spaces that properly reflected my social standing, my status, my importance.

But with everything fully booked for New Year’s Eve, I couldn’t afford to insist on something better just to execute a plan. And really, when I thought about it, it felt fitting. After all, I was dealing with inferior people. An inferior room suited the kind of business that was about to take place here.

I resumed pacing back and forth, mentally running through every element that needed to align perfectly. James had to approach Annie convincingly, and given his frustrated-actor talents, he’d probably done a decent job. She had to drink the prepared wine, and an innocent Verdanian like her wouldn’t suspect a thing, especially coming from an “important client.”

But more important than any of that, Nate had to see them together. He had to witness his precious Annie laughing and drinking with another man.

Annie had always been an obstacle between Nate and me. From the moment he came back from that trip to Verdania with that stupid, dreamy look in his eyes, I knew something had shifted. He tried to hide it, of course, kept up the professional façade, but I knew Nathaniel Carter far better than he realized. I’d spent years studying every micro-expression, every shift in tone, every unconscious gesture.

Annie Bennett. Just someone lucky enough to have a sister who married well. No pedigree. No real connections. Nothing that justified the attention she received. And yet, somehow, she had managed to enchant Nate.

Well. That ended tonight.

I grabbed my phone and checked the time again. James should’ve finished his part at least fifteen minutes ago. What was taking so long?

Three sharp knocks at the door made me freeze, my heart jumping with anticipation.

Finally.

I practically rushed to the door and flung it open. James stood there, carrying a woman in a white dress I immediately recognized as Annie, clearly semi-conscious. Her arms hung limply, her head tilted at an unnatural angle, and I could hear her murmuring something incoherent.

“Help me here,” James said, struggling to keep her upright as her legs failed her.

amatically stonning hack and motioning for him

to come in. “I don’t touch low-class people like that girl. Who knows what she’s carrying.”

And it was true. The very idea of touching Annie made my skin crawl. Not just because of social disgust, though that was certainly part of it, but because she represented everything I despised. Mediocrity being rewarded. Lack of ambition romanticized. Ordinary people receiving opportunities meant for those who actually deserved them.

James moved past me, carrying Annie into the room and laying her carefully on the king-size bed.

It was obvious she was still fighting to stay conscious. Her eyes fluttered open and closed, like she was trying to wake from a heavy dream. Every so often, she attempted to move, but her limbs refused to cooperate.

Perfect.

Exactly the effect I wanted.

“Did you follow the plan exactly, James?” I asked, moving closer but keeping a careful distance from the bed.

“Yes,” he replied, running a hand through his hair as if trying to steady himself. He was sweating, clearly rattled by what he’d just done. “I introduced myself as Klaus Reinhardt, just like you told me. Did that ridiculous Eisenwald accent. And I’m absolutely sure Nathaniel Carter saw us talking. He was on the terrace of the main ballroom and had a perfect view of where we were standing.”

“And the wine?” I asked, even though the answer was obvious from Annie’s condition.

James gestured toward Annie on the bed, who was now trying to sit up with slow, completely uncoordinated

movements.

“Pretty obvious, right?” he said with a half-smile that tried, but failed to look confident. “I got her to drink the spiked wine, exactly like you instructed. She didn’t suspect a thing.”

“Excellent,” I murmured, satisfied that everything was unfolding according to my meticulous planning.

That was when I noticed Annie holding her phone, her fingers moving sluggishly across the screen in a clear attempt to type something.

“You idiot!” I snapped at James, all my satisfaction instantly turning into fury. “Take her phone and turn it off! How did you not think of that?”

James moved fast, snatching the device from Annie’s trembling hands, powering it down, and slipping it into his jacket pocket.

“I still don’t know why I go along with your plans,” he muttered, clearly irritated by my tone. “This is getting way too complicated, Alexandra.”

“Oh, you know exactly why,” I replied, instantly shifting tactics.

I stepped closer to him with deliberate sensuality, placing a hand on his chest and rising onto my toes to bring my face close to his. James had always been pathetically easy to manipulate this way. A little physical attention, a few well-placed compliments, and he’d do whatever I asked.

I kissed him deeply, letting every ounce of my experience and technique show. I felt his body relax against mine almost immediately, his resistance melting the way it always did.

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“And now?” he asked when we finally pulled apart, his voice rougher.

“Now you take off her clothes… take off yours… and make sure you get good angles for the photos,” I instructed calmly, already turning toward the door and checking my reflection in the nearby mirror. “I’m going back to the party. I need to be seen. I can’t be gone too long without raising suspicion.”

“But what about after?” James called as I reached for the door handle. “What do I do with her?”

I stopped and turned back to face him, a cold smile spreading across my lips.

“Have fun.”

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