All Chapters of That Billionaire Was My Gigolo: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

CARLA stared at the airport’s electronic board of arrivals for the second time in the last ten minutes and nothing changed.The flight from Taipei was delayed a half hour. Actually, the delay happened on their second stop in Frankfurt, France, and she should be hugging Thera, one of her closest childhood friends, twenty minutes earlier.Carla hadn’t seen her for years. Her family left Greece for Australia ten years ago after her father was widowed and they had not visited since then.They didn’t lose connection, though. They chat through their social media messaging apps and send emails to each other as regularly as they could manage.There were two other friends, but Gia and Adelpha were both busy at the moment and would get together with them later in the day at her house where the visitors would stay for the duration of the visit. Of course, they would be visiting other parts of Greece.They were going to have Thera for a whole month! She knew this. But she was impatient to hug her

JAKE’S mind was still a bit numbed at the rawness of his feelings right now. It was overwhelming.It had been five years, but it was as if he was going through the shock of the morning he woke up to find she was gone.He tried to veer away from those thoughts and, of course, his attention went straight to her physical attributes, because who the hell could ignore that?She was as tall and graceful.Fuller hips.Sexier butt.Those legs, oh god…He groaned inside as the memory of her legs wrapped around him came suddenly unbidden. Like a heart attack.Her eyes were intense dark green, exotic, her lips full and soft... made for sin.Her skin was still as sun-kissed, as flawless, and as full of life.Her soft curls tousled by the wind outside the airport reminded him of how she looked just waking up in bed, her limbs tangled with his.How warm and soft her naked body felt flushed against his naked body.How he wanted to just kiss her and sink himself into her and never, ever stop… Kind

IT was mid-afternoon and Carla was lying on the comfortable couch in one of the balconies of the house, the one on the ground floor’s sitting room, watching the beach and the swimmers below. She had wanted to take a dip but felt guilty of doing so while her guests rested. She took a short nap but had to come down as she felt very restless.This was her favorite part in the house, where she always found herself when she needed to relax. She used to sit here with her father and had the most profound conversations with him as they watched the calming effects of the Mediterranean. Her father was an architect and had chosen a perfect place to build this house, so it was indeed his baby, and this was a dream project of his. It was his idea that the ground floor rooms should not be separated by walls and doors, but rather be built on different levels connected with steps.A lot of steps, from the main hall to the living room dominated by comfortable couches. There was a fire place on th