Billionaire Bed Warmer Novels & Stories

Not at first. It was another living room, almost the size of the entire house I grew up in. There is wide black leather sofa sat across from a sleek entertainment system, the floor covered with a thick rug that looked softer than clouds. Shelves lined one wall, not of books but of rare-looking items—souvenirs, maybe, though carefully chosen, each one elegant. The lighting was warm, softer here than in the rest of the penthouse, as if this was a place meant for comfort, not for showing off.

Or the dinners that were often ramen noodles or cans of beans. The fact that there are even beds in both of the rooms is a testament to how far we’ve actually come. Because Leann and I shared a pile of blankets on the floor for a long time. “They’re rich, right?” “What do you mean?” I ask sharply, glancing over at Leann. “Well, you paid off the bills and you’re taking us shopping. So obviously the guy has money. And you brought us bedding and jewelry …”

When I shot him a questioning look, he replied coldly, "Don't ask questions. Just follow me." I bit my tongue and walked beside him as we entered the elevator. When we arrived at the top floor, the lavish decor and elegant lighting screamed luxury. Flower pots lined the hallway, and everything felt opulent. Confusion washed over me. How did my stepdad, Bernardo, know so many wealthy people? He led me into a room where my eyes landed on a large man lounging on a couch, smoking a cigar. A bottle of wine sat on the coffee table, and a massive chain hung around his neck. He was easily ten times my size.

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

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Not only had they installed air conditioners, but a large television now stood in the middle of the room, along with a large bed with memory foam mattresses and two luxurious massage chairs. It appeared to have been refurbished into a luxurious hotel room. Alex had explicitly told them to kneel before Yvonne's grave to repent, but the two had only come here to enjoy life. "Ah, I think the itch is going to take effect again. Merilyn, quick. Tie us up and give us a dose!" Bennett said to his maid as he checked the time on the massage chair. "Yes, sir!" The two maids immediately started serving Ruby and Bennett accordingly. This parasitic worm had tortured the two for days. Hence there were scr

He challenged and squeezed my mouth. "You wanted to see me urgently" "Yeah, of course, that's the only reason why you're here" I rolled my eyes, of course, he didn't saw me. "Okay. "The room next to mine, I want it to be beautifully decorated in plain colors, new outfits. Just check the room, there's a book to guide you through, I want it done before tomorrow evening and I don't care how many people you'll need or how much it's gonna cost you" I couldn't help but feel stupefied.

She walked around to find purpose, and finally she tossed herself on the bed. **--The other places are expensive! I don’t have the money. And the other places don’t offer beds. Oh, my! I’ll be sleeping on the floor! On the floor! No! I am way up-graded for that lifestyle now. Ow, I’m going to miss this bed. We have bonded, haven’t we? --** Suddenly, she felt a pain in her chest again. She held on to it. She started rolling until she fell off the high bed with her skull hitting the floor. She must have hit hard, Mpumi was motionless and unresponsive…

If the penthouse is already a luxury to her level of taste, she can't explain their bedroom. An enormous bed is a focal point of the entire place. She hasn't imagined beds could have such size. If Lucien aims for a royal ambiance, he nailed it. She feels like a queen simply being inside the room. A sophisticated combination of warm gray and beige color gave a warm rich ambiance to the entire room. Even the beddings and all its gloriously stacked pillows feel so comfy even by the mere sight. Amid the grandness of the bedroom, one particular side caught her attention. Strategically positioned facing the bed is Bared Soul. Her painting sold for ten million dollars.

If his room in his mansion has a billion dollar thing that is attached for security, all the things that was placed in this room was full of extravagant and expensive materials. He can admit that even the lampshade on the side of the bed was something that would cost a fortune. Looking at the bed that he was placed at, he saw how a great comfortable bed show itself. He was lying on the bed as he saw that the comforter was covered all over his body. The sound of the door opening started to echoed all over the place as their door suddenly opened. A hand opened the door and revealed a man that was holding a tray with a glass of water.