Hired A Gigolo. Got a Billionaire (Zoey & Christian) Book PDF Free

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not playing this game.” He went quiet for a moment, then sighed. “Okay.” I frowned, suspicious. “Okay? Just like that?” He shrugged. “Only thing is, I still have an important event next weekend. A business trip. And now, everyone expects my fiancée to be with me.” “I’m sorry, but…” “You could…

“Fine,” I muttered, crossing my arms like they could shield me. “Sorry for the stupid question.” Christian ran a hand through his hair, looking momentarily frustrated. “Look, Zoey, what happened that night…” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “It’s not relevant to what we’re discussing now.” A pang shot through my chest. “Of course it’s…

His eyebrows rose. “Okay?” “I’ll do it. I’ll go with you to Southridge. I’ll pretend to be your fiancée.” I exhaled slowly. “But I have one condition.” His eyes lit up with genuine curiosity. It was the first real emotion I’d seen from him since this conversation began. “What condition?” I swallowed hard, organizing my…

The conversations rolled on, and I felt more and more like a spectator in my own life. It was as if Christian had taken control of everything, conducting an orchestra where I was nothing more than a flat note. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he announced that he had to go. “I’ve got…

Christian only smiled-that infuriating smile of someone who knew exactly the effect he had. Without another word, he opened the car door and slid inside, calm as a man who’d just won a chess match. The doorbell rang at eight in the morning on Monday, yanking me out of a sleep that was already restless…

“And he agreed to that?” I looked away, remembering the way Christian had kissed me the night before, how my body had betrayed me instantly. “Sort of.” “Sort of”?” Annie arched her brows. “What does that even mean?” “It means I set boundaries.” I crossed my arms, determined. “No sex. No… real kissing.” “And how…

“The executive airport. We have a private hangar.” Of course they did. Why wasn’t I surprised? About forty minutes later, we pulled up to a small airport surrounded by trees. Christian drove straight through a security gate where the guards greeted him by name, no ID required. And then I saw it. The jet. Sleek,…

The landing was smooth, and as soon as the plane came to a stop, Christian packed away his laptop and stood. “Ready?” he asked, holding his hand out to me. I wasn’t. How could anyone be ready to walk into a world like this? But I slipped my hand into his anyway, feeling the warmth…

We went downstairs to a covered terrace overlooking the gardens. The table was set for two, with fine china and crystal glasses. A uniformed attendant stood discreetly to the side, ready to serve. “I thought a quiet lunch would be better today,” Christian said as he pulled out a chair for me. “Give you time…

His expression hardened. “I’m not lying, Zoey. And if you think I’d be capable of something like that…” He didn’t finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear: if I believed that of him, then I didn’t know him at all. Which was true. I didn’t. “It just… it feels too strange to be a…