Billionaire Bed Warmer Novels & Stories

“I’ll give you a call if I need you, okay?” After a little more persuading, Adeline relents only after seeing me enter the massive bedroom. And when I say massive, I mean massive. The first thing that grabs my attention is the gigantic bed, it’s easily more than twice the size of my single one. I guess it’s an Alaska King-sized bed, one that could easily fit four adults. I guess I know what he needs that gigantic bed for. I shiver at the thought of sweaty bodies entangled with one another in many different sexual positions, because why else would anyone purchase a bed as big as that?

Wondering why, I state, "It has 9 bedrooms and an indoor pool." Seemingly satisfied with my answer he scans the rest of the page and when he looks at the price, he exclaims. "I can never afford this. I should have known it is too good to be true. Matter of fact, I won't ever make that much in a lifetime." He scratches his head and frowns, before going into the bathroom. I yell to him, "No, but I have more than enough money to buy it and to take care of the both of us for the rest of our lives. Did you forget I am a billionaire?"

Either his family comes from money or he has made money. I especially love the windows. They are really large and they have custom-like spaces on the rim with pillows that allows one to sit and just stare out of them. Though right now, the curtains are closed. The bed is gigantic, and it has so many pillows that I can’t even count. There is a cooling and heating system in the room and also a beautiful crystal chandelier that hangs from the ceiling, in the middle of the room. The lights from it bounces on the wall, making beautiful reflections.

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?

“Have you had some drops of alcohol this morning?” “Don't try to change the topic. How can you not know the richest man in California? It's almost like being aware of the President of the United States.” “Aren't you just exaggerating?” “I see you won't believe me. Just a moment.” Bella said. Clicking on a search engine on Kimmie's phone, she typed in Ryan Pierce. His profile as one of the richest men in the country and also well known on Forbes list showed clearly on the screen. “See.”

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

Beside the bed, a large window was installed with a view of the city. Her gaze shifted across the room. A pair of couches and a small table were present; atop the table rested a large silver bowl, which contained a bottle of champagne. She was astounded by the gorgeous and stylish bedroom in every way. Wherever she looked, she could feel that only a wealthy person could stay in a place like this. She heaved a sigh and then made her way toward the bed. The moment she sat down on it, she was taken aback. The mattress on the bed was extremely soft!

Even her underwear was included. She blushed. How did he know her sizes? She entered the bathroom and was marveled. Almost everything was made of gold, and the bathtub was large enough to fit five people. When she came back out, her gaze landed on the king sized bed. Beside it was a table filled with different skincare products from expensive brands. Ellen rolled her eyes. They were not cheap. Was he trying to show off his wealth? She slowly walked to the bed and lay down. For a moment, her thoghts returned to her parents and before long, she drifted into sleep.

She sighs and glances at her phone. “Well, she’s three minutes away. Why don’t you go get ready and I’ll send her in when she gets here?” One of the great things about being a billionaire is that you can do the most absurd things to your home. Like for instance, having a spa installed, or a bowling alley, or a gym… …or a massage room. I strip down to my briefs, turn on some Mozart, and get on the table. Despite Sheryl’s reassurance, I’m skeptical. To say the least.

My bed was always warm because I kept the thermostat set two degrees higher than Damien preferred, a small rebellion he'd never noticed, and because of the heated body pillow I'd purchased seven months into our marriage on a particularly bleak Tuesday afternoon. The pillow had been an extravagance. Two hundred and forty dollars that I'd put on my own card, not his, because spending his money on something that existed purely to compensate for his absence had felt like a line I didn't want to cross. It was large and firm and maintained a precise temperature that I had, with some private embarrassment, come to think of as approximately correct. Not quite right. But close enough that I could sle