Novel & Cerita Mistaking Ceo For A Gigolo

“You should already have the culprit begging for mercy. Instead, you’re scrambling around like some common detective trying to solve a street crime.” His voice hardened. “Millions are at stake, Rodrigo. Or have you forgotten what our name represents?” “I have everything under control,” I shot back. “So stay out of my business.” That only amused him. “Your business?” He gave a dry laugh. “And what exactly do you do besides make mistakes and sleep with prostitutes?” I exhaled heavily. Here we go. “Instead of giving this family an heir,” he continued, “you waste yourself on cheap women and meaningless pleasure. I raised you better than this.”

Kayden—my deputy CEO and the only person I trusted not to make a complete ass of himself while running my company—had practically dragged me here after we'd closed a multi-billion-dollar deal with one of China's biggest tech firms. According to him, deals like that deserved a celebration. Personally? I would've celebrated by going home and getting eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. Apparently that made me boring as fuck. So...Here I was. On nights like this, Gigi usually kept me company. Sometimes she'd dance for me. Sometimes we'd make out. Nothing serious. Neither of us was stupid enough to mistake convenience for feelings. But tonight she'd sent someone else. Someone I'd never seen befor

With my head still raking through my limited options, I closed my eyes and fell into a troubled sleep. The next morning, I put on casual jeans and a T-shirt, made my hair into a ponytail, and went out of the house- not for my daily cleaning job but something else. At the entrance of the company building, I glanced at the name again before entering. Of course, the name would have been a warning if I had done my research before applying. Well, much ado about nothing. I walked straight to the CEO’s office, responding to way too many hi’s and hello’s on my way.

“ Stupid Casanova ? The guy is the one that I always chose as a gigolo . I know him very well and he is a good chatter . Even if I didn’t came , the assigned gigolo can’t change without the permission of the client . They couldn’t have changed it without my permission . “ said Mel in a pensive way , trying to figure out what was going on . Mel looked at Luna confused . thing out the past five years that she had frequented that bar , the privacy policy there was always the best . When she chose one gigolo , that gigolo would be the one to serve her . There has never be a chance when they would change the gigolo without informing me . “ said Mel . “ Well , they did apparently forget to inform

Amelia took her seat and cleared her throat, "Mr Lorenzo, we are ready to go live. Are you?" "Of course yes." Arthur cleared his throat. "One, two and three. This is Amelia Coleman. Good afternoon and thanks for watching. Today we have an important guest on seat and of course it promises to be another interesting episode. Let's welcome Mr Arthur Lorenzo, the CEO of syntax." "Thank you Amelia." "You're not new to the media and currently we have a video circulating the internet of you assaulting two people. What do you have to say about this?" Amelia's question was nothing like what was on the list, Arthur and Edward exchanged a quick glance.

Her radiant complexion showcased her smooth and flawless skin, while her long, sleek hair added to her overall allure. Nina had a nagging feeling that she had seen this woman somewhere before, but couldn’t quite recall where. However, that was not what stunned her. When Jayden took over as the CEO of the Luxton Corporation, he was often surrounded by female employees. Being the youngest and most handsome CEO, inevitably, some of these female employees had ulterior motives. Regardless of how strict the rules and policies were, these women attempted to climb into his bed, even if it was just a one-night stand.

This was only the warm-up; he hadn't even gotten to the main course yet, deliberately drawing it out so he could savor Kia to the fullest. Ever since he met the woman of his dreams again—the woman who reignited his desires as a man—Byan had resolved that he would not let Kia slip away this time. He allowed her to believe that he was a man selling his desires for money, a gigolo. For some reason, his instincts told him that if he confessed to being a CEO instead of a gigolo, Kia would disappear immediately. Kia wasn't the type of woman looking for a man to finance her life. In fact, Byan sensed that Kia was hiding something.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw a flash of red silk and heard a soft, rhythmic moan that haunted his sleep. He was a man who prided himself on logic, but he was currently acting on pure, unadulterated obsession. He knew the risks. If word got out that the CEO of Sterling Global was hunting down a high-end escort, the board of directors would have his head. He couldn't use his private investigators or his PA. He had to do this himself. He drove his own car—a discreet SUV rather than the Rolls—to the nondescript hotel that served as Mama G’s base of operations.

The words floated through my head, but my brain flat-out refused to process them together in the same sentence. Maybe it was the hangover from sin. Or maybe I'd just fried every neuron I had trying to make sense of how, in less than twenty-four hours, I'd gone from "I need a date for my ex's wedding" to "mysterious fiancée of the country's most desirable CEO." "What?" "He's Christian Kensington, Zoey. The freaking CEO of Kensington Wineries!" My heart skipped a beat. "No." "Yes." "No way!" "Yes way!" "But… but…" I shook my head, completely dazed. "If he's a billionaire… why was he pretending to be a gigolo?!"