Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 673

Chapter 673

Gwen’s POV

Morning started with that quiet you only get in an empty house.

It wasn’t a sad silence. It was… intimate. The kind where your body is still completely in yesterday, but your mind is trying to catch up with what actually happened in real life.

I walked downstairs barefoot, wearing one of Nick’s shirts. The hem hit mid-thigh, and the fabric still smelled like him. A scent that kept reminding me, whether I wanted it to or not, just how happy I’d been when I fell asleep.

In the kitchen, I stopped in front of the counter like I was facing a wild animal.

Breakfast.

I was Gwen Kensington, the businesswoman who could close contracts, but who had to open a cabinet and wonder if the frying pan was “that flat thing” or “that other thing that looks like a spaceship.”

I opened the fridge. Stared at the milk. Closed it. Opened it again like the second time might come with instructions.

I grabbed bread. Butter. Fruit. Safe things. Things that didn’t burn.

Then I turned on the coffee maker with confidence I didn’t have and stared at the blinking lights like it was an airplane dashboard. I pressed one button. Nothing.

I pressed another.

The machine made a sound that felt vaguely threatening.

“Okay,” I muttered to myself. “I get it. You’re temperamental.”

I was so focused on not being defeated by an appliance that I didn’t notice when he appeared in the doorway.

I just felt it.

Warmth at my back. The weight of a stare.

The shiver came before I even turned around.

When I glanced over my shoulder, Nick was there, leaning against the doorframe, his hair a mess, shirtless, wearing that expression of someone who didn’t want to interrupt because he liked what he was seeing way too much.

He stood there a beat too long without saying anything.

I narrowed my eyes.

“Are you judging me?”

The corner of his mouth lifted.

“I’m observing.”

“That’s worse,” I shot back, pointing a wooden spoon at him like it was a weapon. “Because observing implies you’re waiting for the disaster.”

He walked in slowly.

“I just wanted to see how long you’d pretend the coffee maker was a worthy opponent.”

“It is,” I said, offended. “It’s winning.”

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Nick laughed under his breath, and that sound did something to me that had nothing to do with caffeine.

He came up behind me and braced his hands on the counter, one on either side of me, surrounding me without trapping me. His chest brushed against my back in a way that definitely wasn’t accidental, and I held my breath because the kitchen suddenly felt

too small.

“Show me,” he said, his voice low near my ear. “What you tried.”

“I pressed all the buttons with authority,” I said. “Like any woman pretending she knows what she’s doing.”

“Ah. The Kensington leadership technique applied to caffeine.”

“It works in meetings.”

He made a quiet amused sound and reached over my shoulder, taking my fingers gently, like he was teaching something delicate.

“Look,” he said, guiding my hand to the right button. “You press this one. Just this one.”

“That’s humiliating.”

I pressed it. The machine made an obedient sound. A stream started. Coffee, finally.

I turned my head a little, trying not to smile.

“You see? I was almost there.”

“Almost doesn’t count.”

“Yes, it does.”

Nick kissed the side of my neck. A quick touch, like he couldn’t help himself. My whole body reacted like it had been called by

name.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he murmured.

“I stole it. It’s mine now.”

“The shirt or me?”

I choked on my own laugh.

“Both.”

He turned me gently, just enough to look at me face to face. His hand slid up my waist over the fabric, and he kissed me. Not rushed. Not hungry. A lazy morning kiss that said I’m still here more than anything else could.

I sighed, resting my forehead against his.

“If married life is like this…” I said, half-laughing, half-serious, “I don’t know why I waited so long.”

“You waited so you could meet me,” he replied, so simply it hurt.

I rolled my eyes, pretending impatience so I wouldn’t give myself away completely.

“I know. But I told you the first day we met that we were engaged. You should’ve just accepted it. We’d be married by now.”

He laughed for real this time, and I felt that silly happiness bubble up in my chest, like the world had hit pause.

I grabbed two mugs, trying to look normal. Domestic. Functional. He watched me like it was the best show on earth.

And then the doorbell rang.

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“I’ll get it,” I said quickly, already heading for the door with a kind of urgency that didn’t belong in a happy morning.

I opened it.

The doorman stood there holding an envelope. Brown. Official. The kind of paper that never carries good news.

“Good morning, Ms. Kensington,” he said politely. “Sorry to bother you. This arrived for Mr. Valemont. Looks… important. It has a court stamp.”

My stomach dropped.

“Thank you,” I replied, taking the envelope carefully, like it might bite.

“Please sign here.”

I signed.

Closed the door. Stood there for a second, staring at the envelope like I could see through it and undo whatever was written.

inside.

When I turned around, Nick was already there.

He’d followed me without me noticing.

His eyes went straight to the envelope.

“What is that?”

I couldn’t answer right away. I just held it out.

He took it.

And I stayed close. Too close. Like somehow proximity might soften the blow.

Nick tore the edge open with his finger. Quick. Practical. Pulled the papers out.

His eyes skimmed the first line.

The second.

And I watched his expression change. The warmth vanished, replaced by immediate cold.

I tilted my head, trying to read over his shoulder.

I didn’t have to look far.

The words jumped out at me with cruel clarity: Petition for temporary custody.

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