Claimed by the Billionaire

Chapter 6: Denial Game

Adriana's POV

"Thiago DiLaurentiis," I whispered, reading his name written on the whiteboard.

So, that's his name.

I didn't get to ask his name last night, and of all ways, I found out this way.

"They're right. He's hot," Molly whispered beside me. "But he's not my type. He looks dominant, and I'm more into femboys."

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor!

"Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised.

"Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled.

"Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!"

I sucked on my lower lip.

Is that true?

"I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.

"But I hope he's staying long as our professor and not just here for a project or something."

They both giggled.

She hasn't graduated from business school, yet she already knows names in the industry. She's exactly the type of daughter my father wants. She could make some connections that will be good for their business.

I may have gone to some business parties with my parents, but I didn't really get to interact with businessmen because I chose to enjoy my life as a student and avoided business stress.

So, if it's really true that he is a CEO, it's a shame that I have no idea who he is and that I got to meet him and talk to him, and he witnessed one of the dark events in my life.

"Good afternoon, everyone." His deep baritone voice filled the four corners of our classroom.

My classmates greeted him back, and I could even hear the girls giggling except Molly and me, who couldn't bring myself to say anything.

Is it really him?

His tone is different.

He sounds so formal and intimidating right now, far different from the gentle and caring tone of the man I met last night.

But they do sound the same and look exactly the same.

I can't be wrong.

He's the same handsome man from last night. I couldn't forget his face.

My classmates groaned in unison when Mr. DiLaurentiis opened the book he had brought.

"Are we starting class right away, sir?" one of my classmates asked.

"That's why you're here," Mr. DiLaurentiis replied.

Hearing him talk like that kind of scared me. Not just because of the reason that he's really intimidating but because I saw how he was towards me last night.

I can't wrap my head around the fact that I cried in his arms like a baby, and the next thing I know, I need to address him as "professor" or "sir".

"Are you all graduating students here?" he asked.

My classmates answered "yes" in unison again.

One of my female classmates raised her hand.

"Yes?" Mr. DiLaurentiis pointed her.