After The Affair: Falling Into A Billionaire's Arms Novels & Stories

Every time I skipped a meal so Catherine could have milk, every time my landlord threatened to throw us out into the biting cold, I would see Davis’s face on a billboard or in a business magazine, smiling his pristine, billionaire smile. I had starved while he feasted on the fruits of my labor. I had bled while he built his empire. But looking at the crashing numbers now, I didn't feel the burning rage I expected. I felt a profound, freezing hollow. The girl who would have crawled through broken glass just to hear him say my name was gone. Valerie’s champagne glass hadn't just cut my forehead last night; it had severed the last remaining thread of my foolish, youthful devotion. "You look rem

He's moving to a country with so many opportunities, when I say opportunities I'm talking about girls. The same old fights have been happening between me and Khalil. What is even worse is that we've been partnered up for this assignment on a house and it's been fun, but working with him is hell. How can someone have such a huge ego! Zoé finally broke up with that Riley chick. She wasn't great for her, she was just looking for someone to get her off. Such a bitch. Today I'm finally moving into my new apartment and I'm so excited. Like a kid who just got all the sugary things in a store. Zoé and Ian are helping me carry my boxes inside.

There are a lot of ladies out there that I can get for myself after this is over. I shouldn't let the mere sight of her cleavage get to me. I guess it did get to me because I haven't had sex in a while. If Valentina is fine with me having an affair with someone else, then I can find a random girl to spend the weekend with. I spread my arms out, feeling giddy about my newest intention of finally having sex with a girl. The water washes through my entire body and I turn the shower off before taking a hold of the towel to wrap around my waist.

This short encounter showed how her recovery process was going. Not too long ago, Kristine had enrolled for a therapy session and was set on a path to recovery. Although it worked perfectly, one thing from the past still had her in the lock - her late dad's debt. Aaron Richards was a top business man and socialite in his time. Lots of occasion had him headlined and ofcourse he lived up to expectations. Average height, non-athletic build with a well trimmed moustache, he was a figure that brought life to every environment he stepped into.

Hope no one saw me doing that or I'll be in the headlines again. "Come on, Aliana. Time for the after-party. Let's change," Richie said. I nodded and followed him out. I changed my dress into a black satin cowl neck midi dress with a slit and transparent high heels. I untied my bun and let my loose curls fall on my shoulders. However, instead of going to the after-party, I drove the other way. I went to Twilight. I can't have the presence of others this time. I want to be alone. I don't have the energy to be nice and be all smiles.

And yet, thoughts of Marinda lingered in my mind. "Did you hear the news?" my friend asked. "What? No, I haven't. But something feels strange today. Why is everyone looking at me as if I'm an alien?" "Oh, my goodness! It seems you're unaware of what's happening. Let's go to the garden and talk." She pulled me towards the school garden, where she accessed the main university forum. "Take a look at this link. It'll explain everything," she said. I clicked on the link, and an article appeared, claiming to be the hottest topic of the day. It discussed the trend of wealthy individuals hiring companions known as sugar babies.

Harvey answered, shifting his daughter's focus away from the elephant in the room. She didn't push any further. Lunch went by quickly, and everyone went back to their rooms. Chloe lay on her bed, phone in hand and scrolling through a page she probably shouldn't have been looking at. Her screen showed many photos of Harvey from business ads, magazine covers, and a newsletter that identified him as the state's most eligible bachelor. A small, involuntary smile tugged at her lips as she lingered on a photo of him in a swimsuit. Her hands slowly crept down between her legs, the wetness between making her ache for his touch as she pictured being pinned to the bed by those brawny arms.

“We had to let her go.” Andy’s brows knitted in confusion. “Let her go? For what reason?” The receptionist shifted nervously, avoiding his eyes. “There… there were complaints. She—she had an affair with one of the guests. Management decided it was best to terminate her employment.” Andy froze, caught between shock and disbelief. “An affair?” he asked slowly, his curiosity pricking at something deeper than mere gossip. “Yes,” she said softly, glancing around. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to get into it, but—” She left the explanation hanging.

Richard sighed, leaning back again, “I know you must be going through a lot, and I get that, but this is a lot to ask from a stranger.” “Well, you're right,” I forced a smile, “but think of this as a business deal instead.” Richard smirked, stroking his beard again. A single ray of hope glowed in my heart when I saw him look up. He was intrigued and I didn't want the opportunity to slip away. “Money is not a problem, if that's what you're worried about,” I added, "My dad's a billionaire.” "Yeah, I can see that," Richard exhaled, glaring at the coffered ceiling and marble walls before turning to me. “How much are we talking about, exactly?”

I couldn’t keep the shock out of my voice. “Yes.” “Why?” “Because this is where you find wealthy men. Not at the coffee shop.” He said, his face twisting in annoyance. We walked the short hallway and entered a bar. I looked around— for those having sex but there was none. “Hey, Killian.” A petite woman wearing black lingerie said as she stepped in front of Killian. She looked so beautiful with a supermodel body. She grabbed Killian’s face and smashed her lips on his. What the hell! And Killian wasn’t pushing her off either.