Between The Sheets With Mr Billionaire Novels & Stories

She tore her eyes away from the novel. “Oh no sir, I take my job very seriously. I thought I was just required to lay here sir and not get in your way. You always come well prepared for the task. Forgive me I was just multitasking.” He scoffed again and ran a hand through his hair. Was he going to try and save face, or make demands, get all aggressive and authoritative? What was the billionaire’s next move in this game? She returned to her book, and secretly enjoyed that it was driving him fucking crazy. He grabbed her thighs again without another word and started to fuck her hard. So, he wasn’t going to concede after all. And neither was she.

I took his change from the drawer and placed it on the counter just like how he did to me,he didn't take it as he just placed his head in a table, My patience was wearing off and I wasn't going to keep calm anymore ,watching a billionaire sleep was never my aim. "Hey,Mr billionaire"I yelled,dont you have where to go,I thought billionaire have mansions, how you planing to turn this place to your home,you ,you dont know what they call working off one butt,you are just a spoilt billionaire,I really need to get home and you are wasting much of my time,I really need to be here as early as possible and I can't afford being sacked,I need to pay my mom debt"I blabbed.

I quickly pulled the rest of the thin gray material down my body and said, “Come in.” The door cracked open, and Ms. Lane silently entered. She stood straight as she faced me, her hands clasped before her as she addressed me. “Are you ready to see Mr. Maxwell?” If wearing ripped jeans and a shirt without a bra—because that very last one lying on the floor was torn beyond repair and unwearable—was ready, then yes, I was as ready as I could be to face the billionaire my brother owed two million dollars, the man who’d seen me with my naked backside in the air.

Bile flooded her throat as paralyzing terror clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach. Last night, she'd gotten blackout drunk and married an absolute stranger. A billionaire stranger, from the look of this palatial mansion and his butler - or whatever that woman was supposed to be. And now she was trapped in his home...alone...as his wife. This couldn't be happening! How had one night of drunk idiocy spun so disastrously out of control? The Naked Billionaire - for that was clearly what he was - took a cocky step toward her. "That dress doesn't leave much to the imagination, Mrs. R. Although why don't we just skip the clothes altogether?"

She wanted to cry for help from him but what would she expect from an arrogant cold jerk? “See you later, sweetheart.” Mr. Clinton’s words and his pervert expression flashed across her mind again. Nervous and panic were synchronizing at each other. She wanted to run away from the venue but she couldn’t. She was caught in a big dilemma. What if Bill would sell her to him? She didn’t know how a billionaire’s mind works. What if selling a human was part of a billionaires’ game? She couldn’t help but release a deep sigh as she shook her head to calm herself down.

Ashton spoke when Billina and Capo changed impassive looks then saw the face of the sleepy man who was continuously yawning. "Ashton, my love. Why don't you go to sleep?" the billionaire beauty said with a smile on her face. "Okay..." he with shrugging the shoulders, walked away. "Capo, I want the bloody footage of what happened last night..." she said in annoyance. 'Of course, give me some time," he showed curtsy to the billionaire beauty and walked away. Billina stood there alone, her mind racing with different equations. Now, who is her new enemy?

"But right now... I need the CEO to clock out." He smoothly stripped the white jacket off her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor forgotten. His hands mapped the delicate, shivering curves of her body through her thin silk camisole. Everywhere his hot palms touched, her skin felt like it was catching fire. He carried her to the massive king sized bed, following her down onto the soft mattress. The silver afternoon light spilled across his heavily scarred chest as he stripped off his own shirt, revealing the lethal, breathtaking power of the billionaire who had just surrendered his entire empire to her.

the journalist would say, and move onto another billionaire. I was happy the kissing stunt was working out, and Brian enjoyed it. Gradually, we unfolded to the end of the successor’s summits and my bubbles of joy were full until, Brian left my grip for a thick-looking billionaire who was standing by the corner. He pounced on his prey and started biting the billionaire all over his body. “Brian! Brian! Brian!” I shouted and went after him. But then a pandemonium had been stirred. Billionaires ran away out of fear of the unknown.

But instead I got the opposite reaction. I could not believe it as she broke into laughter. What was so funny? This woman was confusing me. If I had done this on any girl they would have swooned and already be hooked. Maybe she did not know I was a billionaire. ‘’I can’t believe Mr Nathan Curtis Silverman the billionaire is actually trying to hit on his doctor. But then again I should have expected that since your one of the most famous women players always featured with different women on your arm by magazines.’’ She then said more suprising me that she did know who i was.

She noticed people staring at her and some of them were whispering stuff to each other but she chose to ignore them. Well who was to blame when the wife of a Well known billionaire was doing her own grocery shopping. Something she had to convince Damian to let her do. He had insisted she ordered everything and have it delivered but after a lot of persuasion from her side he decided to let her go. After paying for everything, Maya walked out with a two bags full of grocery and she told outside patiently waiting for a cab.