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.

anything, I wouldn’t have bothered

go away! Evan is not exactly young anymore, yet he still doesn’t even have a

Davin was speechless.

appeared, I’ve never been treated this way! Why is Dad suddenly being so horrible towards me? He used to treat me like a favored guest and now he’s asking me

known that something was up when the little boy

between us, for you to hold such

like that? You are one cruel, little

as he stood up

“Here!”

young boy to shoot him a smug look, before

But this…

why can’t you play by

on the cheek. “You’re 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 do you want?

you,

confession? Am I in

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

pinch Davin’s cheek, “Uncle Davin, you should probably eat before the

He stopped before he could finish, feeling as though something