Billionaire Bed Warmer Novels & Stories

I guess the painkillers were working. But his body was still too hot. If only I could ice him down. I surveyed the dimmed room. His bedroom was… ridiculously opulent. I hadn't been in here before, And the house alone held memories of the first time I saw him get hard. Everything was pristine. The king-sized bed, the sleek, modern furniture, the ridiculously soft-looking pillows—it all screamed rich man with no time for clutter. Even his nightstand was organized, with a gold-rimmed clock, a single book, and the heavy scent of wealth and spices clung to the air, it was intoxicating and yet irresistible.

he said, sliding into the chair opposite her, "want to tell me why you felt the need to fake being drunk just to get into my bed?" Freya wrapped her fingers around the warm ceramic, trying to hide her embarrassed cheeks which was already burning from embarrassment . "Let's cut to the chase, I have a proposition," she said, then lifted her gaze to meet him. "One year of marriage. That's all I'm asking for. I'll do anything you want." The silence stretched between them, longer than she could feel. Mark leaned back, his expression unreadable as he studied her face. When he finally spoke, his words carried a dangerous edge that made her shiver.

My gaze slowly moved back toward the bed I sat on. Right beneath me was warmth. This was not an ordinary bed people used in their homes. It was an electric heated bed. During cold nights like this, once the heater was turned on, the warmth stayed till morning. No matter how terrible the weather became outside, you would barely feel it beneath these covers. But sleeping on the floor in this kind of temperature, even with a blanket, was almost like a suicide mission. I cursed under my breath and immediately climbed out of bed. The cold hit my skin instantly.

A big, sparkly chandelier hung from the ceiling, making everything look expensive. It almost felt like I didn’t deserve to be in such a room, especially after taking someone’s life. I deserved nothing but hell. The bed was huge, dressed in perfectly white sheets and had a black fur blanket and the pillows looked like they would melt into your face. There was a sleek black leather couch to one side, with a matching footrest and a glass coffee table that looked super fancy. The walls had some art pieces, and there was an old desk with a laptop on it. A bookshelf nearby had some leather-bound books and fancy decorations. It was basically a billionaire's dream room.

It's for the greater good of my children not to suffer just the way I did. Rhett came from a family of old wealth. His late grandfather was the richest simp in the state, and so the wealth kept passing on to their legitimate sons. My mother had told me, all I have to do is give them an heir and every wealth of the Sango's will come lurking at our door. I was just going to be a pawn in the general sphere of the game, and my job was to get my family out of the mediocre life we were living and make sure my children would not experience the life my father gave me.

“You always did have a flair for the dramatic. But I like the sound of that.” He took a sip, then added, “I just got off the phone with Jeffery Frisk. He’s ready to come on board as soon as Lorenzo and Leo step down. Once Valentina becomes Leo’s wife, she can veto any process that slows us down. When Frisk’s in, we’ll have thirty billion in movement — clean and fast. He’ll use a few of the D’Angelo hotels to move shipments, and we’ll launder millions without a trace.”

the fat bodyguard informed, then left. "Yoooohoooooooo!!!!" Bessie was dancing in excitement. She never knew being rich is so easy. Within a night she came back from a poor neighbourhood to a famous apartment in Chicago. The master bedroom, it was one big, Japanese wooden window with fantastic views to nature. It is quite large, and the walls are grey with fat lines and very small lights which only illuminated the bed and the floor. The bed is high and very comfortable. In the bathroom, there was a Jacuzzi and a steam room too.

She has never seen anything like this before. Mr. Guibert was ecstatic when he introduced her to the most high-tech bed in the world. He called it Quantum Sleeper Bed. He added with a chuckle the more than a half-million dollars whopping price of the bed. It was designed to provide the best possible protection for the sleeper. It’s water-tight and closes in on itself during earthquakes. It’s inclusive of everything she might need to live out of her bed; a toilet system, fitted kitchen, personal power and internet units, and ventilation and smoke detection system. There's also a lock system she can operate from the inside. The CCTV was connected to the headboard which will automatically alarm

There was a sitting area and couple of armoires that held some spare clothes for him mostly for work. A large Californian King sized bed with luxury satin sheets, and a cozy down comforter sat across the room near the window, and a door to the bathroom which she knew without opening held a huge Jacuzzi, a large shower with multiple shower heads that felt like rain, and the heated floors that she adored. "There's some food in the fridge out front. Help yourself to whatever, I have to head out." "Where are you going?"

The black fur thrown over the chaise was soft and luxurious, and the deep red suede headboard that went almost up to the ceiling was quilted in large squares which dominated the room. The bed was the most enormous Millie had ever seen, she guessed nine feet by seven. Her face pulled a scowl at the thought of laundering sheets the size of those and hoped they had a current laundry account. Turning her attention to the rest of the room, she noticed two doors at the far end. The first one was his bathroom, black and white marble with a freestanding roll-top copper bath and on the other side of the room was a waterfall shower that you could fit a football team into to with room to spare, the who