Between The Sheets With Mr Billionaire Novels & Stories

She brushed it off with a slight wave of the hand, I'm sure she didn't want to get into it with him not on his first day back; smart and considerate. "There's something else I didn't tell you." From the wide grin on her face I knew what was coming next. "What's that?" He was testing the mattress and looking around the room; probably checking for an escape route. She reached back and took my hand before answering him. "We're having a baby." She looked at him expectantly almost as if expecting to be rebuffed. I saw the flash of surprise that was quickly covered before he smiled at us.

I heard him hiss and I giggled. “You had better appreciate the kind of girl you’ve got. I tell you almost everything that happens at my place of work yet I know nothing about yours except that your former CEO was mean and that’s a paste tense” I told him. “Oh you are not aware that I am not a sole entrepreneur. Also, I have multiple side jobs which makes me financially stable and rich. I’m a billionaire” He boasted. “I know you are financially stable. I meant you don’t tell me about the daily activities at your work place like I do gist you about mine”

“Oh, I think that would be impossible.” I pinched her thigh. “Syd.” She cleared her throat, pretending to behave. “Of course. Thank you,” she said, smiling too much. He went back to work, and she immediately turned to me. “Oh my God, Maddison. Where can I get a billionaire? Like, seriously. Sign me up.” I rolled my eyes, even though I kind of smiled. The work was just starting, but I could already tell it was going to look incredible… sleek boards, polished floors, everything shining. Expensive.

She pouts as she speaks and I seethe. "Get out." I say in a grinded tone. She watches me with confusion in her eyes and I fume. "I said get out!" I point straight at the door. She chuckles a bit then stands up from the stool and goes on her way. Before she looks the room entirely, she stops by the door. " I hope you've learnt your lesson. Billionaires never love. They lie, they fuck, and they destroy. That's what they're good for." She slams the door hard after that, leaving me alone in the room.

"I didn't feel strong. I felt... broken." Jesse turned toward her, his expression softening slightly. "It's okay to feel that way. But you didn't let him see it. That's the important part." She swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. "I guess." The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal Jesse's penthouse. Tina stepped out, her eyes widening as she took in the expansive space, floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the entire city, sleek furniture, and a modern aesthetic that screamed wealth.

she called over her shoulder as she turned to find her room. When Britney reached the massive granite door at the far end of the corridor, she paused. The door loomed before her, imposing yet elegant. With a slight push, it swung open to reveal a space that took her breath away. The room was a masterclass in minimalist luxury—expensive but understated. The walls were a soft, off-white, complemented by dark wood furnishings. The bed was king-sized, draped in white linens, with a single, strategically placed throw that added a splash of deep, royal blue. A large window stretched across one wall, offering a panoramic view of the gardens below.

She tried to speak again, so I fastened the pace of my fingers, going in and out of her like her life depended on it. She couldn't make out any words. The only thing that left her were moans and a tear that escaped the corner of her eyes. I leaned towards her ears as I whispered. "You don't have to worry about me shredding all your nightgowns, Elle. Besides, you seemed to have forgotten..." Her eyes met mine as if asking, "Forgotten what?" I smiled as I said. "You are married to a billionaire." With those words out of my lips, they found her tits, nibbling on them gently.

I'm still crazy about the sensation we both share. We made it a few more rounds before Adahlia fell. She put her arm around me as I hugged her. We are feeling each other's warm and naked body. – "Oh my gosh! Sebastian, why didn't you get married first!? What did I say to you child!? I cannot believe this, my banana bear! #Shocked!" "Damn it, you're an heir, and you're really young. Wake up and we'll figure it out." I woke up to shouting and talking. Damn, the TV is on early in the morning!? I'm the only person here!

She rolled her eyes. “Sure. That’s what you would say.” She said, “What else are we to expect?” “That’s the truth.” “Keep telling yourself that but we all know what is really going on.” “Oh yeah… and what exactly is that?” I demanded. “Do I really have to spell it out for you? How you hitched yourself to a billionaire and climbed your way up,” she said, stepping closer. “Or rather, rode your way up.” There were snickers in the office at that point, as I felt something inside me snap.

She sighs and glances at her phone. “Well, she’s three minutes away. Why don’t you go get ready and I’ll send her in when she gets here?” One of the great things about being a billionaire is that you can do the most absurd things to your home. Like for instance, having a spa installed, or a bowling alley, or a gym… …or a massage room. I strip down to my briefs, turn on some Mozart, and get on the table. Despite Sheryl’s reassurance, I’m skeptical. To say the least.