Free Master Class: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (+ Bonus Book 'Silent Daughter 1') by Linnea May Page B

actually went through with our oath and has become an artist, a struggling artist, but a happy one. She always wanted to become a dancer or an actress, as it suited her expressive nature. Now, she's doing both. Social media makes it easy to follow someone’s life, even when they're not living around the corner anymore.
    I can't say how many times I've been sitting in front the computer, staring at her profile, thinking how happy I am for her, while at the same time, feeling troubled by my own choices. I've given up, just because I couldn't put a name on what it was that I wanted to pursue. Olivia had a clear cut dream, a goal. I never had anything like that.
    All I have are ideas, plenty of them. When people say that there's an app for everything these days, I strongly disagree, because I have encountered numerous situations in which I thought there should be an app for that, but there isn't.
    But I picked the wrong major. I had this short period in my life where I thought I knew what I wanted to do, and then I fell back under my family's influence, too weak and with too little volition to withstand their ideal of growing an undiluted household of scholars, drinking Bourbon while they engage in discussions on their field.
    I don't even like Bourbon. I don't like any of it. It just comes easy to me.
    Now this man shows up in my life and unwittingly starts poking at all these things, these ideas from the past, the ongoing doubts. Just as I'm about to finish my graduate degree and embark on the next level , as he called it.
    I thought Mr. Portland was joking when he said that he wanted to give me an individual homework assignment. I expected some kind of payback for my snappy way of talking to him, but instead I find myself faced with an assignment that rocks the foundation of everything I built up during the past few years.
    "Figure out what it is you really want to do in life," he said. "Not what you should do, not what is expected of you to do, not what would be smart thing to do right now. It has to be something you really want - even if it appears to be silly or unrealistic."
    He sat there, looking gorgeous with his damp hair and green eyes, both of us wearing his sweaters like long term lovers, and he told me to rethink my future.
    As if it were that easy. I've been trying to cast his intrusion aside for weeks and focus on getting through my final classes as well as possible, but I've reached a point where I have to admit that it won't work like that. Especially, because I'm reminded of all my 'what if's every time I sit in his class.
    Mr. Portland's lectures diverted from sheer self-marketing and inspirational speeches to something much more. While he sticks to his mantra of doing things differently, thinking outside the box and not underestimating the worth of failure along the path, he also presented us with quite a few insights to the business world that caught my interest more than the models and mathematics behind everything that we are taught about in other Econ classes. In a nutshell, he is teaching us how to turn an idea into a profitable business.
    It could be interesting to follow up on this. With him and what he's teaching us. I kept my distance from him, because I perceived his way of unraveling me as distracting and too confusing. But the more time passes, the more intrigued I am to open this new door instead of shutting everything behind it out of my life like I have before.
    Besides, I still have his sweater.
    He never asked me to return it, but every time he casts me one of those fierce looks during class, I'm reminded of that soft piece of clothing that belongs to him and that - for some reason - I keep hidden away in the far back of my dresser.
    I'm also reminded of the fact that I secretly wear it when Celia is not around. She'd freak if she knew what happened between me and the elusive Mr. Portland. I can't even imagine her reaction if she found out that I ended up in his office, alone with him while