Master Class: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (+ Bonus Book 'Silent Daughter 1') Read Free

regard. In this first book, he only mentions the appearance of said mentor and how he helped him to realize that he was not a scholar, but an entrepreneur. An inventor, an adventurer - that is what he calls it. He had an idea, took a risk, failed at first, but managed to build an empire that made him rich and influential within a very short time.
    He is a big player, if not one of the biggest, in the technology sector. It all started with a smart phone app, but goes way beyond that. He has invested in and bought up so many smaller companies that it is hard to tell what actually belongs to his enterprise and what doesn't.
    He made his idea work. He followed through. Even I have to give him some credit for that.
    I brought the book with me, but am hesitant to place it on my desk like a lot of other students did around me. I don't want to give him the impression that I am equally impressed by him and his story as they are. On the contrary, I refuse to admire someone who may very well know how to make money, but didn't even have the perseverance to achieve at least an undergraduate degree. Someone, who doesn't even manage to show up on time for his very own class.
    He is almost ten minutes late when he finally shows up. His arrival is greeted with silence at first, only interrupted by excited whispering and gawking as he makes his way up to the front.
    Mr. Portland is wearing a dark gray suit that seems to be custom-tailored to his broad and tall frame, emphasizing the masculine assertiveness of his steps.
    Even I have to admit it. This man is gorgeous.

CHAPTER TWO
Lana
    J ackson Portland places himself behind the desk at the front of the lecture hall and looks at us expectantly. He is standing with his feet apart, his hands buried in his suit pant pockets, and his shoulders are pulled back, emphasizing his tall stature while he confidently scans the crowd in front of him. His strong jaw line gives him a very masculine appearance, while his facial features are soft in comparison, giving him a younger look. He is nearing the age of thirty, but with his current facial expression, even and relaxed, one could easily mistake him for a student.
    His black hair is gelled to the side, partly covering his forehead on the left. I never read anything about his nationality, but his light brown skin and black hair almost suggests that he is from some exotic country in Latin America, even though his name doesn't suggest any heritage from that area.
    He might just go to the tanning beds on a regular basis. It would suit a guy like him to do that.
    Handsome may be too calm a word to describe him. He is intensely masculine. Even as his appearance screams wealth and polish, there is an inevitable ruggedness to him.
    Mr. Portland didn't bring anything with him, no briefcase, no notebook or any stack of papers, not even a pen. While any other teacher presented a varying display of items he or she deemed necessary for their lecture, he just stands there, empty handed and with that unreadable and calm expression on his face.
    People were whispering excitedly when he first walked in, but now as he stares at us, the voices around me steadily die down and the murmur stops, only interrupted by the occasional cough.
    He is visibly enjoying all the attention he is getting. A smug smile spreads across his face just moments before he finally speaks.
    "Good morning, everyone," he starts, sounding like a host of a game show. "What a nice turnout this is. I have to admit, I didn't expect this much interest in my silly ramblings. "
    A friendly giggle travels through the room, and even I manage a courtesy smile. Silly ramblings. I know it is supposed to be a joke, but with what little education he has to show for himself, he may not be able to present us with much more than that.
    He lowers his eyes for a moment and lets the giggling subside before he continues.
    "Let's hope I can live up to the high standards you all must be used to. Believe it or not, this is my