Novel & Cerita Between The Sheets With Mr Billionaire

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

Right now. "Okay then. I will inform Demetrius." Loretta said. "You don't need to inform me." His voice boomed from behind. Gosh, when did he come downstairs? I turned around and saw him. He has already changed his clothes. He was now in a pair of shorts and singlet. Something that did not make him look less of a billionaire. I managed to pull up a smile. "I will drop you off." He suggested but I was quick to shake my head.

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?

Mrs. Diana Tega closed the heavy wooden door behind Brian with a definitive, echoing click. “You’re not allowed to leave yet,” he instructed, his voice smooth and commanding as he walked past his frantic assistant without a single falter in his steps. My billionaire husband wasn't unfazed by the scandalous scene, he was turned on by it. He took in the sight of my designer gown zipped entirely down past my cleavage, exposing my bare breasts to the room. “Hey, darling,” Tega murmured.

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.

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."

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.