Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 538

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SWGwen’s POV

Wwwe decided to wait!!!

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Weltecended to wait?d repeated betwesela laughs barely able to breathe. “Oh my God, Nick. It’s not like velre vergirgindeenagers!!

lelauiabat edado, but it was awkwardrUncomfortable! He used my momentary distraction to finally slip ubof oyrapspace, sliding along the walladhahesescaping back into the bedroom.

NoNof course senotht he said, runningna nervovousananch through his wet hair. “But… it was our decision.”

followed edniou but ofthe bathroom stish singitinking.

Duodecisionon,etlechoed incredulous. Whyay?”

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stopped and starcared at him.

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studied his face.ctheaway he avoided direct eye contatacththe tension in his shoulders. The restless

1ovement of his handsds.

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Im?it made zero sensase.

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perating on raxinuminbidadbikekehadn’t had sex in a vererveve to hang time.

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And that would only make sense, with Nick as my fiancé, if we really had… chosen to wait. As ridiculous as that sounded, out loud or in my head.

“We could always change our minds,” I suggested, stepping closer to him.

“No, no,” he said quickly, raising his hands like he was putting up an invisible barrier. “When I commit to something, I take it very seriously.”

I huffed, letting my frustration out in a long sigh.

“But then is your commitment to me not serious enough to put a ring on my finger?”

The words came out sharper than I meant them to, but they were honest. That question had been stuck in my head, bothering me like a pebble in my shoe. He’d dodged it during the winery tour. Changed the subject.

And it wasn’t about money or showing off. I didn’t care if it was an expensive jeweler’s ring or something simple from a local shop.

It was about what it meant.

And whether I admitted it out loud or not, I was a little bit of a romantic.

I dreamed about things being done the right way.

A beautiful ring I could look at and remember the moment he’d asked me to marry him. A white dress. Our families gathered together. Everything just right. Everything perfect.

At least… I thought so.

At least, that was the version of myself I knew so far.

Nick looked at me, and something passed through his eyes. Guilt, maybe. Or discomfort.

“I…” he started, then stopped. Took a deep breath. “I wanted to surprise you this weekend.”

My heart jumped.

“Really?”

“Yes, but with the accident and everything…” He gestured vaguely, awkwardly.

“Really?” I repeated, louder this time, hurrying toward him. “You were going to surprise me?”

He nodded, still looking uneasy about the whole conversation.

“I was. But I don’t know if it’s the right moment. With you recovering, confused, trying to remember things

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I didn’t let him finish.

I rushed to him and kissed him.

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Not a quick peck like before. A real kiss. Pressing my lips to his with all the joy and excitement bursting.

inside my chest.

When I pulled back, I was smiling so wide my face hurt.

“Of course it’s the right moment!” I exclaimed. “It’s always the right moment!”

Nick looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Surprise, maybe. Or something deeper. More

complicated.

But I was too caught up in my happiness to analyze it.

“I promise I’ll act surprised!”

I laughed again, feeling that bubbly, silly happiness fill my chest. I even did a tiny little hop, like a kid who’d just gotten the birthday present she wanted.

He was going to give me a ring.

A real proposal. The right way. The way it was supposed to be.

And suddenly, everything. The memory loss. The confusion. The accident. It all felt a little less terrifying.

Because I had this.

I had Nick.

I had a future. A wedding to plan. A life to build together.

I beamed at him, my biggest smile, the kind that showed all my teeth and made my eyes sparkle.

“I can’t wait,” I said, still holding his hands.

And it was true.

For the first time since I’d woken up in that hospital, confused and lost, I had something solid to look forward to. Something good. Something that made my heart race with excitement instead of fear.

It didn’t matter that I couldn’t remember how we met. It didn’t matter that my memory had holes the size

of craters. None of that mattered.

Because this man. This incredible, kind man who had carried me when I fell, who had taken care of me

at the hospital, who was giving me space to heal even while clearly fighting the same attraction I felt.

He had chosen me.

And I had chosen him.

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