A Night With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

She leaned on it. “People were looking at me.” “Yeah,” I said. “They know who I am and they saw the video, and now they’ve seen you too.” She covered her face with her hands. “This is bad, this is really bad. I just had a one-night stand with a billionaire.” I raised a finger. “Correction, you didn’t have a one-night stand. You passed out before anything happened.” “Still! That’s not better!” She walked to the bed and sat down.

“It was on his terms. His way. But still… it counts.” Her jaw dropped, then she burst out laughing. “The mighty Marion Whitfield apologized? Oh, girl, he must be head over heels. Men like him don’t bend unless something, or someone, has them by the throat.” “Please,” I muttered, but my lips curved into a smile I couldn’t hide. She leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “So let me get this straight. Tomorrow night, your arrogant billionaire is taking you out for your birthday, the same night fireworks explode in the sky. Romantic cliché much?”

Amaraielle Grace Stewart is a 24-year-old graduating Tourism Management student who has spent her entire life trying to be the granddaughter her strict grandmother expects her to be. She has a future to build, a reputation to protect, and a life that is supposed to follow all the rules. Until one night at a bar, when one impulsive encounter changes everything. While looking for a quiet moment in the women's restroom, Amara accidentally encounters a dangerously attractive stranger kissing another woman. She decides to mind her own business until moments later, she finds herself alone with him. One look becomes an unexpected kiss. One kiss becomes a moment neither of them can take back. A

I looked at Dave and asked him. “Your dad is a billionaire?” I said surprised, that would explain the place we were at last night. He looked at me, his eyes full of sorrow. He closed his eyes and opened them, then nodded his head, “My dad was a billionaire”. I felt pity for him and his dad but there was no way I could help. “Now listen, young man, you cannot have Diana anymore, even if you both have the same alphabet starting your name. Poverty is real.” Dad cleared his throat as I looked at him with my mouth wide open.

His eyes roamed over my ruined body with dark satisfaction. “Morning, island whore,” he said with a smirk. “You look exactly how I want you, dripping and ready for more.” Before I could respond, the other five billionaires entered the room, all freshly showered but already hard again. Their eyes lit up when they saw me. “Fuck, she’s still leaking,” one of them, a silver-haired tech mogul named Victor, groaned. “I want her first.” Damien chuckled. “Be my guest. But we’re doing something special today. The Hunt.”

Lionel couldn’t hide the smug satisfaction on his face. “Once you’re done bathing, come to my bedroom. Sleep there tonight. You can return to your own room tomorrow morning.” “Yes, sir!” The moment she heard she had to sleep with the billionaire tonight, her cheeks instantly burned hot. Don’t tell her they were going to keep doing that all night long too. She was afraid she wouldn’t survive it. The billionaire was at the peak of his stamina and desire. She had heard he’d been abstaining for months before meeting her…

Housekeepers know everything. **Me: She found my earring behind his bed.** **Sophia: ARIANA.** **Me: I know.** **Sophia: You’re really doing this. The billionaire thing.** **Me: I’m really doing the Lucian thing. The billionaire part is just unfortunate packaging.** **Sophia: I’m proud of you. Terrified. But proud.** **Me: Same.** I drive home. Monday looming. Reality waiting. But for now, I have this.

She shook her head, muttering, “Get a grip, Sophia. They’re just rich boys. Nothing more.” Tess leaned forward, whispering, “Or maybe something more… far more dangerous than we expected.” And at that moment, across the room, the four billionaires locked eyes with the women for the first time. A spark ignited—a collision of curiosity, attraction, and unspoken history. The night was alive, pulsing with music, lights, and anticipation. And none of them—neither girls nor boys—had any idea how much their lives were about to change. Luke raised his glass again, smirk curling his lips. “This is going to be fun,” he murmured to his friends.

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" Jasper turned the radio on, and music came blasting out of it. (It was nice to, nice to know ya, let's do it again. How we did it in a one-night stand. Boy, I wanna be more that a friend to ya.) The chorus came. I stared ahead, not saying a word, and neither did Jasper as he drove off. "The place looks slow." I said, getting out of the car. The bell rang as I pushed the door open. As if they were expecting me, Cooper and Jenna looked up from the counter. "Look what the cat dragged in, what? Are you done with Mr Millionaire already?" Jenna asked. "He is a billionaire." I corrected. "I don't care. Why are you here?" "I used to work here. This is a public space and why are you being so bitchy