Beauty And The Billionaire Lauren Novels & Stories

I answered it immediately, pulling the phone to my ear. "What?" I hissed into the receiver. "You sound tense, darling," Vivian Moreau’s smooth, sarcastic voice purred on the other end. "Did the big, bad billionaire reject you again?" "Shut the fuck up, Vivian," I spat, pacing across the room. "He just walked out on me. And I just saw the footage from the warehouse. They kissed. Julian and Lauren. They fucking kissed!" Vivian let out an amused chuckle. "I told you his obsession was growing. The bitchy sister of yours has him wrapped around her little finger. Did you manage to transfer the next batch of funds like I told you to?"

CHAPTER 6 Lexi's POV “¡Mira esto, Lexi! (Look at this, Lexi!) You’re practically royalty now,” Aria said between bursts of laughter, nearly dropping her phone. “Mystery Latina Beauty Tames the Billionaire Ice," she read aloud dramatically. “Dios mío (oh my God), I can’t breathe!” “Nope. No. I’m not doing this,” I said, sipping some coffee. “Wait, wait—listen to this one!” Aria said through her giggles. “‘The billionaire bachelor has been hiding a spicy romance? And she’s not from the Upper East Side, folks!’ Girl, they think you’re exotic!”

“I came to pick you up. I thought I’d surprise you.” The bouquet felt heavier than it should as I took it from him, my fingers brushing against the delicate petals. “You didn’t have to.” “I wanted to,” he replied simply, his gaze unwavering. Behind me, I could feel the eyes of my colleagues boring into my back. Whispers floated in the air, speculation buzzing like a swarm of bees. The billionaire husband coming to collect his wife—it was the kind of scene that belonged in a novel, not my life. “I… I have an appointment after work,” I said cautiously, my mind flickering to Marco.

“Did you sleep well?” Seriously. What child talks like this? “Good morning, Handsome,” Aria replies with a grin, already tying his apron around him. She shoots me a sideways glance. “Don’t start.” “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” I clear my throat and adopt my best news anchor voice. “Princess Thaliana and Aria Laurent dance the night away with billionaire playboy crowd at Club Noir—” “Damien,” she warns. I continue anyway. “Sources say Miss Laurent was seen sharing champagne with—wait, is this Jake?”

A lady came to the counter and introduced herself as Sarita and Brighton looked at her with no interest at all. Sarita was a beautiful young lady in her early 30’s. She had straight and long legs and she had worn a short blue dress which brought out her seductive curves. Brighton continued sipping the content in the glass and was deep in thoughts. Sarita did not give up and made another attempt to speak to Brighton. “ Hello..I just want to have a chat with you since you look lonely and in a lot of thoughts I thought I would keep you company,” Sarita said.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

She was guided by the ushers to take a seat in the front row which she very much appreciated because it would give her a very clear view. A mini auction show began before the models were to get ready and she watched as the ridiculously rich people bought unreasonable things that she knew would just sit in their houses as a form of decoration. There were very ugly art works from renowned artists, custom designed urns, rare and unique furniture pieces and many more. When a vintage wine collection was dropped on the stand, she thought of Avery immediately and decided to bid for it. Only a dark-skinned man and herself were interested in the wine, but with determination, she bought it for a whoop

Camille watched her, the feeling of ripping off her mouth washed over her. Sophie smiled triumphantly, “What? Cat caught your tongue? You see. You know I'm not lying, you are just using Sean to uplift your dead career.” she accused. The people around gasped, bloggers began to make a video with the title. The truth about the famous Billionaire wife. Tiffany stepped in, “Shut up, you are nothing but a slanderous bitch. What do you have to prove your point?” Sophie smirked, regaining her composure, “I don't need to prove anything. The proof is right before you. Why isn't she saying anything?”

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

Lauren arrives at Brett's office on Friday as usual, this morning she looked radiant, and she had worn a miniskirt that only covered her private parts, a top that was tight to her body, squeezing her breasts, and some beautiful heels that stylized her figure. “I don't understand how such a beautiful woman continues to work in Andy's office and not with me, you should come to work at Parker” Brett tries to flirt with him, even though he had a relationship with Camille, and in the last two things were going relatively well, his instinct to devour women hadn't completely died.