Between The Sheets With Mr Billionaire Novels & Stories

I ask. "It's nothing." She lies once again. "Nina!" I say raising my voice a little. "Okay. Okay fine. Here." She says and hands me her phone. A website was open and so was a article. It read: New couple alert? Supermodel Sarah Jones was seen spending time with American Billionaire Karter Allan. The two were photographed at a fancy dinner and then seen leaving a club giggling and chatting. We all think they looked super cute and have amazing chemistry. Don't you think?

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."

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.

Elena woke to an empty bed and the faint sound of running water from the bathroom. Sunlight cut across the massive room, highlighting the expensive sheets tangled around her naked body. Her muscles ached in places that made last night rush back in vivid detail. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest just as Alexander emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers. He looked every inch the untouchable billionaire again. “Get dressed,” he said, checking his watch. “We’re going out.”

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.