A Night With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

He didn’t smile, but his eyes narrowed with interest when he saw her. Janine froze. She had expected some drunk businessman. Not… him. Theo Lucas Guevara III. The billionaire. The tech magnate. The man whose face was on magazines, whose name moved markets. He wasn’t just rich—he was powerful, influential, untouchable. What was he doing here? He said nothing at first, just gestured to the seat across from him. Janine sat, legs crossed, her fingers twitching slightly. “What’s your name?” His voice was low, smooth like velvet.

The night she had made that confession. The second picture was of Robert and Natalia. It was taking on the day of their flash wedding. I instantly frowned. "What's the meaning of this?" I growled as my eyes scanned the content of the message faster. Then I saw it. The caption. 'Natalia Carson— the dirty billionaire’s daughter who sleeps with two brothers.' "Fuck!" I growled as my heart began to race. This was bad. Very bad. I started scrolling faster and as I got to the end of the message, my blood froze at Lila's closing note.

🔞 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, SPG ALERT 18+ ABOVE, THIS STORY IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS 🔞 --- “Ahhh!!” Astrid moaned softly. She couldn’t stop herself because of the strange sensation she was feeling for the very first time. “Don’t moan too much, lady… ahh, you’re so tight!” Apollo said as he enjoyed a night with the waitress, Astrid. After that exhausted night , the billionaire newcomer to their town and the young waitress both fell into a deep sleep.

The bedroom door swings open. He walks in holding red roses. “My beautiful wife is awake,” he grins, sitting beside me as I sit up. I blink. “Wait. Did you just call me beautiful?” This must be a good day. He laughs. “Look, you are my jackpot.” “Jackpot?” “Yeah. My ticket out of poverty for life.” “What do you mean?” “The billionaire from last night. He wants to see you again.” My eyes widen as I fight to hide the flush creeping up my face.

“The man who paid for the room was Mr. Lucian Draxen.” Selena gasped. I stared blankly. “Who?” The receptionist blinked at me. “You don’t know Lucian Draxen?” Before I could respond, Selena grabbed my hand. “Thank you,” she said quickly, dragging me outside. I yanked free once we hit the street. “Selena! We still don’t know anything.” “We do.” She shoved my phone at me. “G****e him.” My hands shook as I typed. And then—his face. Everywhere. Magazine covers, headlines, glossy event photos. Lucian Draxen. Billionaire. New York’s elite. Suits that looked stitched from money itself. Surrounded by models, celebrities, power players.

George was surprised because he wasn't even paying attention to the game; they had to go another round before finalizing who's going to take the whole grand prize. “Well, fair enough.” George said with a bright smile on his face. Naomi's dad was about to accept that he's actually a very rich man because the money at stake is very high and he's not even moved about winning; he just wants to keep talking. “Are you always lonely at home?” Naomi's dad asked, and George nodded his head immediately because you very well understood what Naomi's dad was trying to say.

It took a while for me to gather myself and realise we had arrived at the event. I adjusted my clothes properly as we made to get down. He grabbed my ass and whispered in my ear “You’ll pay for teasing me like that.” I shivered in response. Knox had given his speech and was about five tables away chatting with Mr Damien: another billionaire who was trending all of last week because he came out as gay. I was sipping champagne and watching him. “He can be charming whenever he wants to be, isn’t that right?”

She rushed to her with overwhelming enthusiasm, grabbing Mia by the elbow and dragging her into a secluded alcove near the copy machines. "What did he say?" Lucy burst out, her voice a frantic, stage-whisper. She scanned Mia’s pale face, her eyes wide. "Did he fall in love with you? Tell me he fell in love with you!" Mia leaned her back against the cool drywall of the alcove, closing her eyes for a brief second to steady her spinning world. So far, Lucy was the only one who knew. She was the single soul Mia had trusted with the terrifying, scandalous truth: that the man Mia had shared a passionate, chaotic one-night stand with just hours prior—the man she thought was just a devastatingly han

[16] The Baby That Billionaire Wants Archer stepped into the ballroom that was already filled with important figures on par with his father. This was officially a fundraiser, but underneath, it was simply a show-off between billionaires eager to show off their meager sums of money. The show-off was also held in a glittering venue filled with expensive alcohol. It was a stark contrast to the mission of "fundraising" for those in need. Archer himself wasn't sure the money would actually reach the poor and needy.

00. The sheer weight of the sum made her breath catch in her throat. One million dollars. It was an astronomical amount of money, a life-changing fortune dropped into her account just for a single night of unhinged, forbidden passion. The realization that the cold stranger was indeed an untouchable, powerful billionaire made her stomach do a nervous, dizzying flip. Meanwhile, down in the dim, concrete shadows of the underground garage, I slid into the leather interior of my blacked-out luxury sedan. The heavy doors shut with a dull, vacuum-sealed thud, cutting off the rest of the world.