A Night With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

I got pregnant after a sizzling one-night stand. I didn’t know then he was the son of a billionaire mafia Don. That night, he walked over to me with powerful strides that announced to the world, that he owned it. The dim light dancing over his sculptured face, Teased me with a glimpse of perfection. His deep baritone voice vibrated thru my core, and before I knew it, we were back at my place, thrusting into ecstasy. For hours he took me to heaven and back,

I stated coldy "Y...yes m...miss"she said and bowed her head I threw the corpse of the dead puppy and walked to my room I turned on the shower and within minutes I was done bathing I caught a glance of my reflection from the mirror I can't believe am young and f#cking rich Penny the only billionaire whose so lonely Since it was still already late...I wore a transparent nighte ...I climbed my king size bed and drafted off to sleep TBC

he said while pointing his finger towards the full glass windows inside the bedroom. I turned my body around and looked at the window. The view of the whole metropolis was so mesmerising at night. It was indeed an amazing and breathtaking view. I gasped a little feeling astonished. I could never imagine being able to see such a beautiful view. This young billionaire sitting behind me was so lucky. He got to see it every day before he went to sleep. "Do you like that?" He whispered in my right ear. I could feel the warmth from his breathing breezed on my neck. He was leaning his head closer to my right shoulder and his hands slowly moving around my waist. He wrapped it tightly from behind and

he said, his tone deeper than before, “how about we continue this night elsewhere? Somewhere a bit more... private.” My heart was already racing. Dan’s proposition was bold and intriguing—too bold for me on a normal day. But something just made tonight different. I nodded. “Sure. Why not? I’m up for it.” With that, we settled our tab and made our way out of the bar. The cool night air washed over us as we stepped onto the sidewalk. Dan hailed a taxi, and as we sat side by side in the backseat, he cleared his throat once more. “The Vine.”

Purposefully, I hadn’t tried to find out the price, knowing it would probably cost more than one month’s rent. It was beautiful, though. I didn’t think it would suit me, but somehow it did. For a second, I was worried it would make me look cheap or that it would be too revealing, but somehow, even with that deep v, it was still classy. When the alarm went off in the morning, it took me a while to realize this was my life right now. I was actually dating a billionaire. Not a millionaire, because apparently a million dollars was nothing to Cas. Something he would give me just to go out with him.

It was one of those cozy Saturday evening and Bella had just returned home as her normal energetic self. “ Fiona!!!” She had screamed to announce her arrival. Fiona had tucked herself into bed, pretending she was fast asleep, knowing it was another Saturday for Bella to nag about her antisocial lifestyle. Fiona didn't care about stuffs like that, all she cared about was a warm night in bed with chocolates to celebrate her success in the completion of a big project which literally took forever. But Bella had another idea for celebrations, to Bella a night out to have tequila shots was the best way to celebrate, bit Fiona knew she was light headed and wasn’t a life of the party like her sister

Bile flooded her throat as paralyzing terror clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach. Last night, she'd gotten blackout drunk and married an absolute stranger. A billionaire stranger, from the look of this palatial mansion and his butler - or whatever that woman was supposed to be. And now she was trapped in his home...alone...as his wife. This couldn't be happening! How had one night of drunk idiocy spun so disastrously out of control? The Naked Billionaire - for that was clearly what he was - took a cocky step toward her. "That dress doesn't leave much to the imagination, Mrs. R. Although why don't we just skip the clothes altogether?"

How could I explain to her that what Max and I experienced last night was genuine and didn't involve any discussion about money? I took a deep breath and released it before I spoke. "Brenda. I have something to tell you." "OK so spill it." "We didn't just talk." The other end went silent. "Brenda, are you still there?" "Y-yes, I'm here," she quipped. "So hold on, are you saying you and Mr. Maximilian McTavish, renowned billionaire, played whack-a-hole beneath the sheets?" She squealed. I remember now where I recognized his name from. He was the CEO of M&M Finance. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I slept with a world-famous billionaire without realizing it.

"Oh! It's nice of you. I will make it to the restaurant before you, trust me. I wouldn't want to keep you waiting, you know you mean the world to me," Adrain, Natalia's boyfriend, said over the phone. "I love you, Adrain. I just can't wait to get this divorce signed, so we can finally be together once again,” Natalia concluded as she ended the call, making her way to the sitting room. Seated in the lavish sitting room was Caleb Kensington, the youngest billionaire in all of Italy. He possessed a dangerous aura that repelled people, yet simultaneously drew them in with his captivating and handsome appearance.

I nodded and slipped away before they could start firing off questions. Once I got back to the penthouse, I found it empty. That meant one thing: silence. Sweet, overwhelming silence. I changed out of my jeans and hoodie, washed off the cheap drugstore makeup, and transformed into my designer persona: a silk robe, perfectly manicured hands, and just the right amount of smudged mascara to give off that effortlessly chic vibe. The face of a billionaire’s beloved. Felix Vaughn showed up at six. “We have dinner tomorrow,” he said without preamble. “At the Harrington estate. Their daughter just got engaged to the oil heir from Norway. They want a joint cover feature.”