Between The Sheets With Mr Billionaire Novels & Stories

But with days passing into weeks, it was hard to recall anymore what I was doing this for. He kept his word, of course. The medical bills for Emily were paid. I had the best doctors in the country monitoring her condition, but still, it wasn’t enough. Her health was declining faster than any of us had anticipated. And that was the only thing keeping me here-Emily, my sweet, innocent sister who needed me. I would do anything to save her, even marry a man like Jonathan Wells. But his ruthlessness was something beyond my anticipation. From the outside, nothing had changed. We appeared in public together, played the part of the perfect couple: Jonathan, the cold-hearted billionaire, and me, his

I reached over her shoulder and plucked a couple of boxes of the reddest ones, tossing them into our cart despite her protests. "But, Achilles... It is too expensive... It's forty dollars for six strawberries... I can just get the—" I cut her off by pushing her away from the shelf, not giving her a chance to put them back. "Love, did you forget that your fiancé is a billionaire? The wealthiest man in the country? You could eat these every day for every meal, and you wouldn't even put a dent in my account." Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "I... uh... It's just that... I, um..."

He said, Right on the pew we were seated in the church, Mama, Martina, Nancy and Mary-rose were there with us, but there's still space for me to adjust so I can raise my legs up for a massage section.. It's something I've always wanted. "You're a darling." I mumbled, and adjusted. I couldn't even lift my legs that fast, he still had to help, and started massaging my legs, making me moan like crazy… "You shouldn't do that here… because I wouldn't mind making headline about how the billionaire fucked his wife right in church when a wedding is going on."

She said, "Oh, darling, you're so worked up! But trust me, you know the right thing to do if you want her back." I gritted my teeth, feeling my blood boil. "The right thing to do is to send her back to me, you heartless witch!" I shot back, my words laced with venom. I wasn't going to let her play games with me anymore. She sneered and said, "But darling, for the first time, you're wrong. You see, you are rich. Stupidly rich. So here's the deal: send a billion dollars to me, and only then you'll have your precious wife back."

'Ok ma, so what do you have me do? 'There' s a billionaire I love and desire him my sister is an obstacle' 'I should get the obstacle out of the way' He is more interested in her than me' 'If you could Kidnap her, he would pay any ransom to get her back 'Wow, cool business' He grinned. 'And I can also have him solely to myself' 'Evil genius' he grinned slowly 'if he could get me pregnant, I would become ultimately part of his life' 'I should get you down first'

“At twenty-seven, I didn’t know I loved cars to the point of creating mine. Electric cars. It never happens overnight, baby.” She slaps my chest. “I’m twenty-eight.” I am the first one to snicker, she giggles and I laugh harder. She will be twenty-eight in December so I am not wrong. “But you were already a billionaire at that age.” My reply takes a while to come. Words swirl in my head until I am certain I will be saying the right thing. It’s not jealousy, there’s no trace of that in her voice. Maybe longing and misplaced admiration. “You are a billionaire too.” A shiver runs through me as her teeth graze my nipple. “My money is your money.”

Designer heels hit the floor simultaneously with melodies clicks. The lady dressed in a very short but sleeved gown with her bag on her right hand strolled into the office as if she owned the place. Claire overheard that Ashton had claimed a very famous company and she itched to she what it looked like. "Ashton's Fiancée," she said to the receptionist. A man in his mid-twenties sat up from his seat immediately. "Please hold on, let me inform-"

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

he repeats, eyes boring into mine. I can't help the slamming of my heart, or the smirk on my lips that matches his. “Hmmmm.” I say, not once taking my eyes off him, “Surely you can do better than that? I heard you're a billionaire.” The smirk on his lips pulls into a dazzling smile, “2 million then?” I fold my hands, “Try again.” He narrows his eyes, loving the challenge, “A billion.” The crowds' gossip rises to a crescendo.

he begged, taking a messy step forward and reaching his trembling hands out toward her gown. "That sounds like a personal financial problem between you and your new billionaire backer, Julian, so do not come crawling to my office expecting me to save you from your own greed," she stated, stepping back just enough to avoid his touch while I moved quietly into position behind the main pillar to intervene if necessary.