Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

“What’s your favorite dish, Kyle? I can instruct the kitchen staff to make that dish specifically for you!”

Juan did not merely want one or two dishes specifically made for him. Rather, he had wanted more variety so that his mother and sisters could have a taste of it too.

Instantly, Jonathan ordered, “Alright, all of you stop eating now! Since Kyle likes them all, he can take them along with him when he leaves.”

Gaping at his father in shock, Davin soon protested, “Dad, this was supposed to be a welcoming party for me! What you’re saying now is that I can’t eat any of these dishes, just so Kyle can bring them home with him? Don’t you think that you’re overreacting a little?”

Jonathan glared at his son in response. “Shut up! As long as Kyle likes it, he can have it!”

Davin grimaced at his father’s rebuke. Why is Dad being so mean? It seems as though he’s acting as if I’m not his biological son!

Evan was equally as surprised.

He reached out to stab at a shrimp, only for Jonathan to bellow, “Put that down! None of you are allowed to eat a single thing from this table!”

Freezing, Evan raised his eyes to meet his father’s. Upon noticing the serious look in them, he obediently placed the shrimp back down.

Juan was absolutely stunned at how Jonathan had pampered and spoiled Kyle as such. His small mouth fell open in shock, as envy towards his brother welled in him.

After that, Jonathan had all the food placed in take-out containers so that ‘Kyle’ could take them home with him.

eat anything, I wouldn’t have bothered to return. I haven’t eaten anything since

young anymore, yet he still doesn’t even have a girlfriend! Useless! Just

Davin was speechless.

so horrible towards me? He used to treat me like

his lips. He should have known that something was up when the little boy

hold such a

you starve your poor uncle like that? You are

he stood up before handing him two of the

“Here!”

From their previous interactions, he had expected the young boy to shoot him a smug look,

But this…

can’t you play by

moved closer to peck Davin on the cheek. “You’re the best

Davin’s hand drifted up to wipe at the saliva on his face. “Y-you actually kissed me? Me?” A few seconds ticked by before he picked Juan up and demanded, “Spill it, what

you,

and a confession? Am I in

do this to me. I don’t think my poor heart can take it. How about this?

Davin, you should probably eat before

I’ll eat in a-” He stopped before he could finish, feeling as though