Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 555

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Chapter 555

Gwen’s POV

The silence inside the car was suffocating. The only sound was the wind howling outside, rocking the vehicle every time a particularly violent gust hit.

I watched Nick try the key again. The engine made a pathetic clicking sound but didn’t turn over. He tried once more. Same result.

“Shit,” he muttered, slamming his fist against the steering wheel in frustration.

Then he reached for the controls on the dashboard, trying to turn on the heater.

Nothing happened.

“The heater doesn’t work either?” I asked, already feeling the cold creep in now that the engine was dead and no longer producing heat.

“With the engine off, there’s no power for the heating system,” Nick said, his voice tight. “Everything depends on the engine running.”

I pulled my coat tighter around myself, but I could already feel the cold seeping through the layers of clothing. My fingers were starting to go numb.

“We’re not that far from the inn,” Nick said, peering out the snow-covered window as if he could see anything beyond the white wall. “Maybe three or four kilometers at most.”

“Then let’s walk,” I suggested, already shifting in my seat.

“No,” he said firmly, grabbing my arm. “We’d freeze to death trying to walk to the inn in the middle of the night in this storm. The temperature is below zero, the wind is brutal, and visibility is nonexistent. We wouldn’t even find the road properly, let alone survive the exposure.”

I looked at him, then at the window, then back at him.

“But we’ll freeze to death if we stay in the car without heat too,” I said, hearing my own voice rise, edging toward panic.

Nick went quiet for a moment, thinking. Then his eyes brightened slightly.

“You’re right. We need to find somewhere warmer,” he said, turning fully toward me. “If I remember correctly, there’s a cabin nearby. Local farmers use it to store equipment and sometimes as shelter while working. If we’re lucky, it’ll have a fireplace and some chopped wood.”

“And if we’re not lucky?” I asked.

“Then it’ll be locked,” he said with a half-smile. “But that’s never stopped me before.”

I couldn’t help smiling too, despite the fear and the cold.

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“Then let’s go.”

Nick turned and grabbed something from the back seat. A colorful blanket, clearly a child’s. Probably left there by Bella on some earlier outing.

“It’s not much,” he said, holding it up, “but it’s better than nothing.”

We stepped out of the car, and the cold hit me like a physical wall. It wasn’t just cold. It was cutting, invasive, a cold that made my lungs ache with every breath. The wind drove the snow sideways in stinging bursts that pricked my face like tiny needles of ice.

Nick threw the blanket over my shoulders and immediately took my hand, threading his fingers through mine.

“Don’t let go,” he said, his voice nearly swallowed by the howl of the wind. “If we get separated out here, we won’t find each other again.”

I nodded, gripping his hand tightly.

We started walking. Every step was a struggle. The snow was deep, my feet were already numb, my face burning from the cold.

Then, like a miracle, I saw the dark shape of a building emerge through the curtain of snow.

“There!” I shouted, pointing.

Nick pulled me toward the cabin. It was small and rustic, built of stone and old wood. The door was closed, but when Nick pushed it, it gave easily. It wasn’t locked.

We stumbled inside, and Nick slammed the door shut behind us, cutting off the wind.

The sudden silence was almost deafening.

I looked around.

The cabin was exactly what Nick had said it would be. A storage shed. Not comfortable. There were tools hanging on the walls, bags stacked in one corner that were probably seeds or fertilizer for spring.

But, miraculously, there was a small fireplace set into one wall.

And beside it, a stack of chopped firewood.

“Thank God,” Nick murmured, already moving toward it.

I watched as he gathered the wood and began arranging it in the hearth. His hands were shaking, from both the cold and the urgency. He searched the cabin and found a lighter.

It took a few minutes. The first attempts failed. But eventually, a small flame caught. Nick blew gently on it, feeding it, adding more twigs, then thicker pieces of wood.

The fire grew.

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And with it came warmth.

It was the greatest relief I had ever felt in my life. That heat. That golden light dancing across the stone walls.

Nick grabbed a fluffy rug that had been folded in a corner and laid it near the fireplace. It wasn’t much, but it was better than the freezing stone floor. Then he picked up a few empty sacks that looked clean and folded them, turning them into makeshift pillows.

“There,” he said, gesturing at his creation. “Bed’s ready. Five stars. Guaranteed.”

I laughed, the sound coming out a little hysterical but real.

“Better than a lot of hotels I’ve stayed in. Maybe. I think,” I said, laughing again.

But even as I said it, the words felt strange. I didn’t seem like the kind of person who was used to improvising. Or to simplicity. I seemed like the kind of person who was used to luxury.

I walked over to the rug and lay down, feeling the heat from the fire slowly sink into the cold that had settled deep in my bones.

Nick joined me, lying beside me but keeping a respectful distance. He draped Bella’s small blanket over us. It barely covered both of us, but it was better than nothing.

“Come closer,” I said, my voice shaky.

“Gwen…”

“It’s still cold,” I insisted. “We need to share body heat. If we don’t, we could get hypothermia.”

I saw the conflict flicker across his face. But eventually, logic won.

He moved closer, closing the space he’d been carefully keeping between us.

I turned my back to him and felt his body press against mine. One arm slipped around my waist, pulling me even closer.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, just absorbing each other’s warmth, listening to the crackle of the fire and the distant howl of the wind outside.

I didn’t know who started it. Maybe it was me.

My hands found his where they rested on my waist. I began tracing small patterns over his fingers, his palm, his wrist.

Soft touches. Gentle. Almost innocent.

I felt his breathing change. It grew deeper and slower. His fingers flexed against my waist.

My touches became more deliberate. My hand slid up his arm, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt, then back down again, exploring.

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Then I felt his warm and soft lips on my neck.

Leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched, and it had nothing to do with the fireplace.

A sigh slipped from my lips.

“Gwen…” His voice came out rough, tortured. “I can’t do this.”

But even as he said it, his lips kept moving. Down my neck. Up behind my ear. Sending shivers through my entire body.

And I could feel it.

I could feel the physical proof of how much he wanted me, pressed against my back through our layers of clothing.

I turned my head slightly, just enough to look at him over my shoulder.

“But it’s a good way to warm up,” I whispered. “Think about it… it’s almost… survival.”

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