Between The Sheets With Mr Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Or maybe you were just cheaper than I thought.” I tried to stand up, anger flaring, but the billionaire put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down. “What are you trying to do?” he asked his wife, voice tight. She clapped her hands once. “Come in. Come in.” The door opened. Several staff members entered carrying a large silver tray covered with a black cloth. They placed it on the table and left without a word. The billionaire frowned. “What’s this?” The wife walked over, lifted the cloth with a flourish. “Ta-da! Surprise!”

Oxford had not prepared her for the strange non-relationships that came with emotionally distant billionaires. Fortunately, she had Julia Roberts on her side, and she knew exactly how to handle unexpected luxury. So she ran into the master bedroom, flung herself onto the perfect sheets and exclaimed, "Wheee!" The sheets felt like candyfloss, and she was in heaven. She gave herself an A+ for entering into a weird non-relationship with an emotionally distant billionaire again.

We fought for the longest till I let him have his way, I caved, succumbing to the waves of his thick tongue. He peeled away and stared at me, “I love you more,” he whispered. I sighed a breath of relief as I led him toward the bed. He fingered the buttons on my shirt and I ripped the shirt open, the buttons clattered to the floor, skittering into hiding afraid of what was about to happen. “The fifth shirt this week,” he chuckled, helping me ease out of the hand. “Well, I am a billionaire and I just signed that deal with that company.” He paused, “that company that rejected you because of the documents?”

How could I explain to her that what Max and I experienced last night was genuine and didn't involve any discussion about money? I took a deep breath and released it before I spoke. "Brenda. I have something to tell you." "OK so spill it." "We didn't just talk." The other end went silent. "Brenda, are you still there?" "Y-yes, I'm here," she quipped. "So hold on, are you saying you and Mr. Maximilian McTavish, renowned billionaire, played whack-a-hole beneath the sheets?" She squealed. I remember now where I recognized his name from. He was the CEO of M&M Finance. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I slept with a world-famous billionaire without realizing it.

A pool of moisture gathered between her legs, and the billionaire swirled his tongue around hers. “Get undressed.” He stated after pulling away. “Let me see you.” Sienna used her shaking hands to shove her now broken shirt off her shoulders and undid the zip of her skirt, which she let slide down her legs and stepped out of it. She was in her old wore-out underwear and stood vulnerable in front of the billionaire.

“No secrets. No lies.” She looked up at him. “I’ll still argue with you.” “Good,” he whispered. “Otherwise I’d think I fell for the wrong Milli.” She kissed him hard, crowd below screaming. Flashbulbs captured it all. The real billionaire. The girl who never needed saving. And the empire they burned down—together.

If she can't leave him, he can and she would do it. ******************** Sitting by the side of a pool and being attended to by half-naked ladies, an old man in a red robe was been fed with grapes and some of the ladies either massaged him or sat at his feet, laughing at the jokes he would make often now and then. He was the all ruthless and powerful billionaire. Mr. Brian seemed happy as he just lay on the chair, with guards around. He had a small pot belly and a few white strands of hair on his head. His face had few to no wrinkles and he had blue eyes. His lips were thin and pale.

She says interrupting. "Can I finish?" I pause before continuing. "And I am old-" She interrupted, "You are a multi-billionaire, you literally make people shit themselves when you enter a room, an amazing father and my husband." I didn't even realize I was smiling. "I love you." "I love you too, old man." She says snuggling up to me tight. "By the way, do you know who Leo is?" "Who the fuck is Leo?" "I asked the same thing."

The stranger was gone, Strangely I relive every moment spent of the night, how the stranger made me feel, still aching for him, yet no matter, how hard I try racking my brain, I couldn’t picture his face, it blurry. My head hurt from thinking, on the bed stand was a glass of water and aspirins, I gulped it down, sighing in frustration, at least he was considerate to leave this, dropping the glass, something caught my attention ,I yanked it ,it was a cheque ,my eyes growing wide at the figure ‘damn girl, who did I sleep with, a fucking billionaire’ I’m rich, no doubt but the amount inscribe on the cheque for a nightstand was absurdly insane “night stand” I mouthed, somehow tasting the word.

She was wearing a blue gown and nude makeup which accentuated her beauty. "Ten Million dollars, are you ready?" Miller's husky voice sank deep into my system. My gaze left the young lady's sight to that of my best friend. "What for?" I asked, seems I was missing out on something. "Lure the lady in dating you for a week, and get a compensation of ten million dollars." Miller raised an eyebrow, his lips full of smirks. I don't know what game he was trying to play, but I was going to beat him on this. After all, I was hot, classic, and handsome. I was literally every woman's dream. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a billionaire?