Between The Sheets With Mr Billionaire Novels & Stories

I was so focused on getting my hipped files arranged that I mistakenly bumped into someone before me. "Holy Shit!! I'm fucking going to be late for work because of a dumbass like…." I looked up and froze the moment I tried picking up my files that had fallen off my hand. He was no ordinary man, he was the same billionaire who had left me hanging at the stripper house the night before. It was the ruthless billionaire and beside him was probably his assistant. He kept on acting in ways I just couldn't understand. He pushed me away right before I made him cum while sucking his dick.

She shuffled through her folder and pulled out a sheet of paper and extended it to me. "We have her location and where she works." A smile broke across my face. "Finally, something of use!" "Right. Um. There's more." She extended to me another sheet of paper. It was a screenshot of a news article that read 'who's the woman that tamed the billionaire?' "Shit! This is gonna be even harder than I thought."

“I think you’re imagining things.” “Nope.” She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at me. “Something’s definitely up. Spill it, Susan.” “There’s nothing to spill.” I waved her off, but the heat rushing to my cheeks betrayed me. Meera raised an eyebrow, setting her drink down slowly. “Okay, now I know something’s up. You’re blushing.” I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. “It’s nothing, Meera. Seriously.” “Liar,” she shot back, her grin widening. “Susan Hart doesn’t blush for no reason. And if I had to guess... this has something to do with a certain Mr. hot billionaire Ex.”

He couldn't get too upset about it. He shakes his head, not hearing my friendly words, but before I continue someone knocks on the door and cuts me off. Roman with his hair cut short on the sides and longer on the top runs his fingers through it while walking into the penthouse and drops a copy of the local paper on the kitchen island. Vincent grunts his thanks and leans over, reading the article heading where Roman points. "Fuck me." Ex-Wife of Local Billionaire Writes Tell-All Book Vincent's fists slam angrily on the paper. "I'm the only fucking billionaire in this town. Shit."

him. When I pushed open the door to our room, full drama, Sheena was lounging on the sofa, hair re-curled, makeup fresh. Winona sat cross-legged, rolling her hair up like she was prepping for a photo shoot. The second I stepped in, Sheena let out a low whistle. "Look who’s back from the king’s tower." I tossed my purse on the bed and dropped down with a heavy thud. "Don’t start." Sheena narrowed her eyes. "Just saying. Most girls don’t come back from a billionaire’s bedroom still able to walk straight."

I say as I look here and there to see if someone had heard her or not. "That's it. Your shift ended 20 minutes ago, I know your ass was trying to make me leave you alone, but no. Get up and we are going to sex shop" "I think you should" another voice spoke and I am sure I was red by now. "Why is everyone so interested in my sex life all of a sudden?" I say as I lean back on my chair. "That's not sex life babe, its self-love. Get that toy" as Mrs. Lake says.

back then. He nodded and moved slightly away from me. "What a waste. You two look good together, sis." He squealed softly as if his excited. My lips twitched. "Look good together? Just which part? He is a billionaire while I am just a humble secretary," I said bitterly. I received a weak slap on my shoulder which made me look at him. "That's an off-fashion, sis, what is that a drama series? Do you believe in that? " she asked and sat on the rectangular couch.

she said finally as we got to sorting out our stuff. The room was compact, with two twin beds placed on opposite sides, each with an assortment of throw pillows. A large window lets in natural light and is adorned with curtains in a soft, pastel color. We each got our own wardrobes and reading tables. Overall, I couldn't have asked for more.

His assistant, perhaps realizing her place, tactfully withdrew, clutching the stack of papers. "So... what do you want to say?" Since it had already begun, I didn't give him a pause. This time, I wanted him to realize who he was dealing with. Don't underestimate me, who might appear as a lonely woman without a man by her side. Someone who could easily be tempted or swayed with a little assurance in a relationship. Who is he, after all? To confront me so audaciously. Even a man named William, shouldn't behave so cheaply.

Bella “Please don't tell me you have absolutely zero ideas on whose head you dumped your already swallowed food.” Bernice took her seat on my desk and I dropped my bag beside her as my arm was already aching from holding it for so long. “Uhm…a man?” She pressed her lips together and stared at me in utter disgust. “I'm hoping you're going to tell me and free me from the suspense.” “Not just any man, girl! A billionaire!”