Todos los capítulos de The CEO's favorite Is A College Stripper (BWWM): Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Susan's POV Tarantino is a beautiful man. Tall, lithe, and lanky with the graces of a model. His smile is like a light on my path, totally contagious and beautiful. What they call a million-dollar smile. Though Achilles is buffier, they share a few traits. The hair, eyes, and sharp jaw. Tarantino is taller and quite the bold one. Once he is free from his elder brother's hold, he rubs at his throat while coughing and glaring at Achilles who has gone back to preparing breakfast for us both. Their relationship, from what I had seen moments ago, is a cordial one. As Tarantino slides into the stool beside mine, he gives me a slow smile, his eyes twinkling. I couldn't hold it back so I spoke. "You're so beautiful." Tarantino's eyes widen. He laughs, looking at Achilles who has already turned and is shooting him death glares. "Stay away from Susan, Tarantino." Achilles warns, a shadow of a smile coating his face. Tarantino raises both of his hands in surrender as he b

Taleela's POV; I feel bad about lying to Susan about not knowing anything concerning the gala. It makes me feel horrible. But all the same, she'll be knowing soon. The Gala is fast approaching and I am honestly nervous. I have always attended the Gala every year with a mask on to hide my identity. A few times, photos of my outfit had been talked about in newspapers, asking who the mysterious lady who always covered up her face was. It was about time I showed the whole fashion world my identity. And that is the main reason for my nervousness. Nobody knows who I am and I have no idea how the news will be taken. Susan will feel really betrayed and I hope she doesn't hate me for living under the same roof with her and feeding her with lies. Kal is another problem I am honestly not ready to face, but since he's the main reason why I am revealing my identity, then so be it. I want him to know that I can do anything I want with my company. Over the weeks, I and Kal have had constant sex;

Susan's POV Tonight, I am not at the club. Achilles invited me to stay over at his place since we'd be taking a flight to Italy with Tarantino the next morning. Achilles has told me not to inform Taleela of my arrival in Italy. He wants us to surprise her. And as we take a drink from a tall glass of lemonade, I think about how surprised she's going to be when she sees me at the gala. And oh, Achilles told me that she's going to be attending the gala, all thanks to Kal. I wonder what dress she'd be wearing that night. I am more than excited to attend the Elite Gala and if anyone told me I was going to attend last week, I'd have ripped off the person's throat for feeding me with such lies. Tarantino interrupts my alone time by standing in my view. Looking up at him, I raise my brows in askance. He hands over a plate of grilled lamb meat to me and I immediately sit up, remembering that Tarantino had promised to make me his favorite food. The spiced aroma wafts into my nose and my mo

Kal's POV; I already sent my chauffeur to go pick Bells up and going through pictures of us that we took a few weeks ago during one of our dates, I smile. "What are you smiling at?" Linda speaks up, peering over my shoulders. I immediately snatch my phone away from her view. Linda frowns and rolls her eyes. It's just us both in this car with the driver in the front seat. Linda has decided to be a pest today and that's simply because I didn't speak up for her when she was being scolded by our parents. When we arrived in Italy, my father was waiting for us at the airport to pick us up. He's someone who values family time and those little gestures of care a lot. So you'd see him coming to pick you up from the airport, and school and making sure he attends every one of your functions. Mind you, he had no idea that Linda was coming with. Immediately he saw Linda walking by my side with her luggage beside her, he flared. Linda in particular bore the brunt of his anger and all through

Susan's POV I can feel myself floating in the clouds as I walk through the red-carpeted area alongside Achilles who has his arms around my waist as we both smile, letting reporters, hired photographers and paparazzi take pictures of us. The moment is glorious but ephemeral because as soon as we're out of the walkway, we're both accosted by one of the hosts. I watch how easily Achilles blends in with the environment, smiling freely and answering the host while commenting on her dress. When she turns to me and asks about my dress and my designer, I am quick enough to tell her, grateful that I did not stutter at a point. That's why I am learning fashion designing for a reason. As soon as I set my eyes on the outfit I was to wear back at Achilles Penthouse, I already knew the designers so it was quite easy for me. Once we're done with the mini interview, Achilles and I stand together in front of the black banner behind us filled with brand names of sponsors that made this g