Billionaire Bed Warmer Novels & Stories

"If you wrote that code, you're a fool for letting a boy steal it." A deep, velvet voice cut through the darkness of the alley. I choked back a sob, my head snapping up. A man was standing a few feet away, leaning casually against a sleek, black luxury sedan. A single stream of smoke rose from the cigarette between his fingers. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, devoid of a tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone. He looked older, commanding, with sharp, dark eyes that seemed to cut straight through the shadows. It was Lucien Laurent. The main investor of the gala. The billionaire the entire tech industry feared.

But as I walked up to the vanity, my eyes landed on a row of high-end feminine products—expensive face washes, designer body scrubs, and silk hair wraps. A sudden, sharp sting of anger flared in my chest, hot and completely uninvited. Of course. A billionaire like him probably had an endless rotation of women over. I didn't care how many women had slept in that bed with the bastard—it shouldn't matter to me at all—but the thought made my stomach twist unpleasantly.

"It’s a one-bedroom penthouse. When I bought this place, I didn’t plan on running a corporate boarding house for figure skaters." Liam froze, his jaw tightening. "You’re a multimillionaire athlete and you only have *one* bed?" "I have a massive master suite and a walk-in closet larger than your apartment, yes," Jaxson snapped, his temper flaring at the judgment in Liam’s tone. "But only one bed. Sterling’s PR team insisted we can't buy a second bed either. If the maids or any building staff see a second bed being delivered, the rumor that we’re faking it will leak within an hour. We’re supposed to be madly in love, remember?"

The way he’d said my name like it tasted good on his tongue. I remembered warmth. Intensity. The feeling of being… worshipped, almost. Like for one night, my broken body wasn’t a burden but a map he wanted to memorize. God, I wanted to scream. One night wasn't enough. I wanted more. And more. Staring at his sleeping figure beside me made my face burn all over again. The sudden need to leave before he woke up and decided I wasn't worth it overwhelmed me. So I quickly reached for my purse and took out my card and phone. The card had thirty million worth of money, an overpay but I felt like I couldn't pay him enough for making me feel alive. I immediately messaged my guards to come pick up.

It was a message from Theodore, my PA. “A plaza will be built on the land we bought for 50m last last month and it’d go for four times the original prize. We made it boss.” I smiled a little before dropping the phone before entering the tub. I cleaned up with the next 30 minutes, and another 20 minutes was spent dressing up in a classic frenzy suit. My cologne was mixing with the air as I walked out of the room with my right hand in pocket, but on getting downstairs I saw no maid in sight.

“What is it?” I asked her. She walked past me to the fridge that was inbuilt with the wall. Really Maximilian Edwin has a lot of money if he can afford inbuilt fridges in every senior's room, install washing machines, heaters, air conditioning units, induction cookers, all those good stuff inside each senior’s room. It must be good to be rich. I suppose that’s why Tyler can act anyhow he wants because daddy will always be there to supply him with loads and loads of money.

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As such, he immediately raised the price as a warm-up. Jordan had waited the whole night for the full pill to be on auction. He immediately countered, “I offer sixty billion!” Bernard turned back and glanced at his competitor. Bernard was a billionaire who specialized in the luxury goods market in Europe. Most of his assets and businesses were in Europe as well. He didn’t recognize Jordan, who was a low-profile rich man from North America. When he saw the old man making a bid of sixty billion US dollars, he refused to back down and promptly followed up with, “I offer sixty billion and twenty million US dollars!”

Zhao Qin was amazed as if she had discovered a new continent. When they came to the master bedroom, Zhao Qin's shocked voice came again from the master bedroom, "Isn't... isn't this a raped bed? It's at least one million yuan, isn't it?" Bali publicizing bed made of furniture was a luxury bed that was ranked fourth in the world. It was made of ebony wood and mahogany, and there was a hidden compartment on the bed that could store bedside items. Bali publicizing's furniture bed was designed by a famous domestic designer. The price of this furniture bed was as high as 260,000 US dollars, which was equal to 1.42 million yuan.