Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 5

I woke up slowly, stretching like a lazy cat after a night absurdly well spent.

The soft sheets caressed my skin, and my whole body ached deliciously. The good kind of ache. The kind that only comes after a night worth every second.

I let out a satisfied sigh before opening my eyes.

Then I rolled to the side, ready to curl back into the warm, muscular body that should have been there.

But what did I find?

Nothing.

The other side of the bed was empty. No sign of Christian. No steady breathing. No hand pulling me in for a morning round two.

Oh, wonderful. The gigolo ditched me.

I closed my eyes for a moment and drew in a deep breath.

Not even breakfast? Not even a sweet goodbye? Not even a note saying 'Had a great time, let's do it again'?

Cheap little seducer.

Well… not cheap. Very expensive.

I knew this would happen.

So why was that annoying sting of disappointment growing in my chest?

Maybe… maybe I could see him again. If I saved up a little, maybe I could afford another night…

No, no, no!

I shook my head, swatting the thought away like it was some irritating mosquito.

"You're losing it, Zoey. He's just a gigolo… He did with you what he does with all the others."

Was I seriously considering spending what little money I had on a gigolo?

God help me.

But still…

A 'you were amazing, baby, sleep well' would've been nice, right?

I got up, muttering under my breath, and wrapped the sheet around me before heading to the suite's living room. And that's when I saw it—

A breakfast spread fit for royalty.

I froze, blinking.

Golden croissants. Exotic fruit. Coffee served in porcelain so fine it was probably worth more than my rent.

I frowned.

"Uh… weird. Did I accidentally pay for some premium combo without noticing?"

Before I could question it further, my stomach made the choice for me. If the food was here, it was mine.

I sat down and started eating like there was no tomorrow.

After eating what felt like the GDP of a small country, I headed to the bathroom. At least Christian had left me with a five-star shower to enjoy.

And what a shower! The stall had more buttons than a spaceship, and I spent the first five minutes just testing water jets like a kid discovering new toys.

After the bath, my brain finally landed back on planet Earth. I needed to work.

My phone? Dead. My dignity? Almost dead. My commitment to my boss? Unfortunately, very much alive.

It didn't make sense to go home and then to the shop, so I stopped at a little store and bought some basic jeans and a comfy blouse. No way was I showing up to work in last night's party dress, thank you very much.

An hour later, I walked into the boutique, tired but alive.

At least, that was what I thought, until I saw who was waiting for me.

My eyes went wide. My heart jolted like I'd just been electrocuted. My bag slipped off my shoulder and hit the floor with a dull thud.

"Holy shit!" I blurted, a hand flying to cover my mouth.

Christian. Smiling. Polished. And absolutely shameless, standing there like he had every right to invade my real life.

"What are you doing here?" The words came out in a high, almost unrecognizable pitch.

He flashed a lazy grin.

"Missed you, babe."

"Don't call me that." My eyes darted frantically around the store, checking if anyone heard.

"You didn't seem to mind last night."

Son of a bitch.

I was in no mood for his little games. Not after he left me in bed like some cheap delivery order.

That's when my boss appeared, excited.

"Zoey! I'm so glad you're here! We have a very important client! He asked for you personally."

My eyebrow twitched.

"What?"

She just beamed, completely blind to the arrogant glow radiating off Christian.

"Mr. Kensington wants to buy a wedding dress, and he insists you're the one to help him."

I swallowed hard.

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