Romans & histoires Mistaking Ceo For A Gigolo

He was just an employee at the firm, if Mark had to leak out an affair, his wouldn't even make the headlines. "What do you want Charlie", Mark asked, leaning forward in his chair, " you wouldn't do something like this if you wasn't going to get something in return" Charlie smiled a toothy grin. Finally he would be getting somewhere in his life. He was tired of working under Mark. He wanted to be an equal. He wanted to be atleast a business partner. Now was his chance. " I want to be the ceo of our sister company down south",Charlie said. He eagerly awaited Marks response.

Some contained reports of seduction, others contained how they used the children of their clients against them, and the rest contained how they stole incriminating videos and documents and used them to blackmail their clients. Genevieve listened and observed. When it was her turn, Celeste smiled. “Congratulations, Genevieve,” she said smoothly. “CEO of the Holloway Group. Charles chose well.” A ripple of polite acknowledgment and congratulations moved through the room. Genevieve smiled at the women and thanked them. “And Dominic?” Celeste continued. “How close are you now?” she asked. Genevieve met her gaze. “I’m getting closer to his daughter; we hung out today, and I believe I'm gradually

“So no, I am not confused about what I want or what I'm asking.” He held my gaze without blinking. “And for what it's worth, I find you very attractive, Genevieve.” A beat of silence passed between us. Then I laughed again, although this time I was careful not to move too much and aggravate my ribs. “Is that how you fund Monarch Technology?” His brow furrowed. “What?” “I see it now,” I said, nodding slowly as though everything had finally clicked into place. “You're a private gigolo. You seduce wealthy older women, charm them, promise them a future and then, when they fall completely for you, you disappear with their money.”

“Showing your disgusting face here , like you haven’t been a housewife for seven years, what can you possibly do here?” Her words stung straight into my heart and I turned to look at the bitch , Lelia stood close to me and her clone filled my nostrils . “ Why don’t you sell your shares and get the hell out of this company , you think you still matter, if you weren’t that dumb, Tristian wouldn’t have dumped your sorry ass”Lelia continued . I didn’t react to her words , but instead I just smiled , holding it all together . “ I built this empire with Tristan and I will be damned if I let go just because of some fool and you. You have been the woman in the shadows all these years. Do you real

Too terrifying. And then, like a slap to reality, his phone rang. Celeste. His ex-fiancée. The name alone was a wake-up call. He wasn’t asking me to be his friend. Or his lover. He was asking me to fill a role—a fake boyfriend. One that would distract the press, shield his reputation, and calm the boardroom storms that brewed around rumors. Because those rumors weren’t just whispers anymore. They were headlines. Damien Whitlock, the billionaire bachelor who's always been known to abstract from women, was now being gossiped about behind closed doors as “the gay CEO.”

I have to know why the man was so riled up to the extent that triggered such a reaction. If there had been an incident related to this company which had cost someone's life, it'd be scattered around the Internet. I've figured out that what those media hounds backed up by Dante’s rivals are craving is the downfall of the company. They can do anything to make sure it not only goes bankrupt but gets forgotten, and Morris has lent them a hand for selfish reasons while pretending to be the good cousin. I only looked up from my desktop when Gina returned to announce that it was closing time and we were the only ones left. She gathered a few of my things, which I couldn't do without, while I grabbe

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.

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.