Mistaking Ceo For A Gigolo Novels & Stories

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.

I'm sure this 'famous guy' wants to be left alone," "Hush and come sit," Frowning I toss the papers to one side before settling into the seat. "Fine. I'll entertain this fuckery. It's ridiculous by the way." I roll my eyes when she opens G****e but stayed quiet, clearing her search bar she types in "CEOs" and then clicks on images. A slew of photos pops onto the screen, listing an endless number of men and women, "Tell me if you see his picture on here. If not, we probably have to search famous people next then linked social medias..."

We ended up having a wonderful sex as well. The following morning when I woke up, I saw so many missed calls from Candy, what might be happening? I saw a message from Candy and it reads, “Don’t read the news.” I decided to read it to know what was going on and there were so many headlines about me and one of them said “CEO GINA, IS A FLIRT AND A HUSBAND SNATCHER.” The internet was buzzing and everything was all about me, I guess my life is ruined for good. TBC

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?!"

"Zan Dalmont?.. Everyone knew Zan Dalmont, he was one of the biggest name in Texas. His company Dalmont Corporation was known over the world, She dreamt of working in one of his luxury/Modelling brands. She also dreamt of being a secetary under his company's branch. How was This even possible? The stranger was Zan Dalmont? It explains the whole thing. Diamond bar was was under Zan Dalmont's. He was there on the grand opening, and in her drunk state, she'd gotten herself into a very big mess.. With her phone, Taylor searched his name on the internet and pictures of him flooded the whole screen. Taylor held her breath as she saw those curly hair, and memories of that very night filled her.

My eyes widened, waiting to know if there was a secret temptation in Secret Temptation. She giggled, raising her hand and invisibly counting money with her fingers. “I heard rumors that if you can quench the thirst of those hot-to-trot men, then the price is right. You get paid right away.” “You mean…” My eyes grew wider, although I could not imagine selling myself for money. Dignity is all I have left. “Yup,” she said as if understanding what I meant. “Our CEO wants to investigate this matter, though. He finds it…” She pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes as she thought of the word. “Inappropriate.”

She must have been more drunk than she thought if she slept with a man she'd just met on a beach, in his car like a harlot, like a cheap whore. She didn't even know him. All she knew was his name. His name! She leaned over to the front of the car, careful not to rouse him and grabbed her purse. She dug out her phone and quickly Googled his name. The search brought him out immediately. A quick scan through revealed that he was Cael Lautner, CEO of Solid Build. It was a construction company that had run through his family for over ten generations. It was worth billions. Not only was he wealthy, he'd been born into it, a true golden spoon boy. How could she have done this? She'd fallen into the

He still hadn't realized he was being played. " That's right, The CEO was one of those lowly women I slept with. Not a good hit enough for you? huh? huh?! oh you suddenly can't speak now?" He gave an arrogant diatribe as though he had achieved the most in life and was now only flaunting it sarcastically.

Then again, he was the boss and could do whatever he wanted. A loud gasp escaped my lips. Galanti. George Galanti. CEO of GG Enterprise. What kind of fucking did I have? Maybe I should have made the connection when he told me his name was George. But then again, it was a common name. It was his fault for not having pictures of him on the internet. I didn’t do anything wrong.