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

“Because you asked.” He kissed my forehead. “And because I’ve never seen you look at Alex the way you looked at Christian. And I’ve never seen Alex look at you the way Christian did.” That night, lying in bed, I couldn’t sleep. My father’s words echoed in my mind, mingling with my memories of Christian.…

“Shall we sort out this schedule conflict somewhere more private?” Elise suggested, her professional smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Unless you’d rather discuss business in the middle of the hall.” I weighed my options-none of them appealing. Refusing would seem childish and unprofessional. Accepting meant being alone with Elise. Between professionalism and personal comfort,…

Christian’s POV I saw her the moment I stepped into the main hall. It was impossible not to notice Zoey, even from behind, organizing something with her team. The way she gestured, the slight tilt of her head when she listened-these were details I’d memorized without meaning to during our time together. I avoided looking…

“None of which include participating in industrial sabotage.” I headed for the door. “You’ll regret this,” he said as I opened it. “No one turns their back on me and simply walks away. And definitely no one chooses Kensington over Sunvale.” I stopped, turning one last time. “I’m not choosing Kensington. I’m choosing myself.” With…

The lobby was nearly empty when I walked in. And there she was, standing near the reception desk, a medium suitcase at her side, her phone pressed to her ear. Her expression shifted from frustrated to defeated as she spoke. “I understand the ticket is still valid for the scheduled date, but I need to…

The silence that followed was palpable. Christian seemed suddenly uneasy, his fingers tapping lightly against the table. “It was… complicated.” “Complicated how?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair-that gesture I knew so well. “He was about to travel. He had a lot to sort out before leaving, his head full of winery matters…”…

Eventually, I found what I was looking for the Kensington booth, easily the most elegant and sophisticated at the event. In contrast to Sunvale’s over-the-top splash of colors, Kensington leaned into earthy tones, fine wood, and soft lighting, evoking the atmosphere of their centuries-old cellars. And there was Christian, leading a special tasting for several…

“Grandpa!” Christian’s desperate voice cut through the air like a blade. He was at the doorway, his face drained of color, horror written across his features as his eyes locked onto his grandfather’s collapsed figure. In an instant, he crossed the room, dropping to his knees in front of Joseph. “What happened?” he asked, his…

“Now you see why I couldn’t tell him the truth? A shock like that could trigger another episode. Maybe worse than this one.” I nodded, suddenly ashamed of the accusations I’d thrown at him the night before. I couldn’t imagine there was so much involved, so many layers behind his actions. “I had no idea,”…

“His parents were constantly traveling. Business. Always business. He spent summers here with me, and the rest of the year in expensive boarding schools.” He sighed. “I imagine a child learns to protect himself when he’s often left behind.” The image of a young Christian, alone in a dormitory while other children went home for…