Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354

Madeline’s POV

I shifted comfortably in bed, feeling the soft mattress beneath me like it was hugging me, trying to pull me back into peaceful sleep. I was completely ready to give in and return to that world where there were no problems or worries, where everything was exactly as it should be. So I decided that twenty more minutes of sleep wouldn’t anyone and tugged the comforter closer, wanting to shield myself from the pleasant chill of the air- conditioning.

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But the comforter didn’t move.

I pulled harder. Nothing. It was stuck on something.

Annoyed at whatever was keeping me from slipping back into dreams, I stretched my arm back, ready to shove whatever was on the bed out of the way.

I froze.

My eyes flew open when my hand hit something warm, solid, and very real. Yesterday came rushing back all at once, not giving me even a second to think. My head throbbed painfully, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the memories or the aftermath of far too much alcohol.

“Crap!” I whispered in a panic.

Trying not to make any noise, I slowly got out of bed… and realized I was completely naked. Suddenly, the air- conditioning wasn’t pleasant anymore as goosebumps spread across my skin. I needed my clothes. Carefully, I tiptoed across the huge hotel room, gathering them piece by piece.

That was when another problem hit me.

I couldn’t exactly walk out of there wearing a wedding dress.

“Leaving so early?”

The sexy, slightly rough voice came from the bed and made me spin around instantly. There he was. A 6’2″ Greek god with deep blue eyes and dark hair stretched out on his side propped on one elbow, looking at me with pure mischief.

Apollo. That’s what I’d been calling him, since I had absolutely no idea what his real name was.

Realizing I was still completely naked, I rushed back to the bed and yanked the comforter toward me. This time, he let go, allowing me to cover myself. The problem was that it left him uncovered. My gaze betrayed me, sliding over the perfect stomach I’d thoroughly admired the night before… and then drifting a little lower, to a part of him that was clearly very awake.

“I need to go,” I said simply.

“Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer? We had a lot of fun last night.”

“I can’t,” I insisted, trying to sound firm.

“Really? What are your plans for today? Catching a flight for your honeymoon?”

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My heart sank. Of all the memories from the past twenty-four hours, my failed wedding was the one I was desperately trying to avoid. Five years. Five years of my life, gone the moment I ran from the altar and climbed onto the back of this gorgeous idiot’s motorcycle.

“And what are your plans?” I shot back, as an even dumber idea began forming in my head.

“I could tell you… but that would involve personal information. So

ling you back into this bed.”

“just say my most immediate plan is

I smiled. The jerk was charming. If he hadn’t been, there wouldn’t have been enough disappointment or alcohol in the world to land me in his bed, doing things I’d only ever believed happened in movies. Adult movies.

“Come with me,” I suggested. “On my honeymoon.”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down there, sweetheart. We had an agreement-

“I know exactly what we agreed on,” I said. “But…”

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Fueled by the thrill of the idea, I dropped the comforter, climbed back onto the bed, and crawled toward him, kissing him deeply before giving myself time to overthink it.

“But…?” he asked, clearly more open now.

“Nothing changes. I still don’t want to know your name, your age, your job, or anything about you. I just want… your help getting over my ex-fiancé.”

“And you think you can do that in a week? Going to the place you were supposed to go with him?”

“No,” I admitted honestly. “But I think it’s a much better idea than spending the week collapsed on a couch, staring at the TV with a tub of ice cream. And honestly…” I smiled. “You benefit too.”

He chuckled, clearly entertained, and let out a laugh. “And how, exactly, do I benefit?”

“You get an international trip to an all-inclusive resort on a paradise beach,” I said sweetly. “Courtesy of my ex.

“And how do you know he won’t use the trip?”

Because I was the one who had planned everything. I had chosen the destination, the resort, bought the tickets… everything was in my name. Dominic had only handed over the credit card. I should’ve paid attention to that red flag back then. Looking at it now, it was obvious that he hadn’t been excited about our honeymoon at all. But how was I supposed to know? He was always claiming to be too busy with work to deal with wedding details.

“He won’t,” I assure him.

“Assuming I say yes…” Apollo grabbed my waist and flipped us on the bed, pinning me beneath him. “Same rules?”

“Same rules,” I confirmed. “One week. Free drinks. No-strings-attached sex. Zero personal information. In the

Maldives.”

“All you want from me is to be your personal gigolo?”

“Exactly.”

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“Alright,” he said easily.

“Alright?” I repeat.

I mean, I wanted him to agree. But… wasn’t he supposed to check something first? Make sure he could disappear from work for a week? Talk to a family member? Someone?

cus, Madeline. Stop overthinking. That would involve personal information.’

“Alright,” he repeated.

“Great,” I said. “Then I’ll see you at the airport in…” I reached for the nightstand, searching for my phone to check the time. “Two hours? I need to grab my documents and my suitcase.”

“Are you sure?” he teased. “You don’t want to keep walking around in a wedding dress? Because I can think of a much more productive way for us to spend those two hours…”

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