Billionaire Bed Warmer Novels & Stories

“I trust your security assessment, Boss. Lead the way to the safe zone.” His room was a mirror of the rest of the penthouse in its minimalist aesthetic, but the sheer scale and quality of the materials gave it a dangerous warmth. The king-sized bed dominated the room, a low, platform design covered in layers of heavy, dark cashmere and silk. It looked less like a place to sleep and more like a necessary point of convergence. Damian moved with rigid formality, collecting extra blankets from a cedar chest and laying them precisely on the edge farthest from his side.

In their place sat a brand-new, massive plush bed with a custom wooden frame, an ultra-thick luxury mattress, and a mountain of crisp grey pillows. I blinked, turning around to open my closet, completely forgetting for a second that I hadn't brought any clean clothes from my apartment. I froze for the second time. My closet wasn't empty. It was fully stocked. Hanging neatly along the bar were a dozen of Cyrus's signature oversized button-down dress shirts in white, dark grey, navy blue, and black, along with five brand-new pairs of soft, drawstring sweatpants folded neatly on the shelf above. I stood in the quiet room for three seconds, looking at the custom bed, then looking at the closet f

Slowly patting my shoulder she left leaving me shocked, shivering and… of course scared. ------------------------ “Oddio! I can't believe it Zariyah you really hit a jackpot. I mean you’ll get to see the living greek god, Denver D’Angelo. But I’m feeling happy and sad for you at the same time, love.” Bella averted her eyes on me carrying a plain look on her face. “Why? Is anything wrong?” I asked hesitantly. “They say the D in Denver stands for the devil. He is a ruthless billionaire who never espouses an iota of fallacy at his workplace. That’s what I’ve heard.”

The room was getting colder, and Zain felt the need to adjust the temperature of the Air Conditioner. The young guy advanced to his bed, grabbed the AC remote and increased the temperature to twenty six. His room was spacious and large enough to accommodate five times the size of his bed. All furniture were made of expensive wood. The wall was covered in wallpaper of different types of surfboards, ocean and the wave, a huge flat TV screen and a splint AC were perfectly fixed to provide enough luxury and comfort to the owner.

He answered while he’s mouthed at me ‘feel at home’ while he’s all ears at the other line. I nod at him and she check the place, It’s very elegant and classic. The interior design was as it’s finest and all appliances is looking so high-end. And to the shock of her, there is really a second floor in his place. The staircase was so beautiful, it’s made from fiber glass and when she stepped at it, she felt that she’s all princess and all. When she reached the second floor, her mouth dropped… The second room was all his room, at the center was his bed, it was huge and she thinks that even ten people can accommodate of the bed. Is this really what the Billionaire lives like, life is really unfai

Dylan is asking himself, but when the door opens, it is a master bedroom, and it is so huge! There are some of his pictures on the wall, and Luke is so godly! He shut the door and takes off his vest from his body. Putting it on the chair's arm—Dylan is on the bed, and he is amazed seeing this lavish type of room. The material things that this billionaire can give can make him go blind. While he is fixing the bed, Luke's hands are wrapping to his torso and giving him an unsettling kind of vibes. "Join me in my bathtub… I will be waiting," Luke whispered to his ear with a soft bite. Sooner as Dylan is picking up himself, he can hear the rustling sound of the water from the comfort room.

This vainglorious man was already sure that I would say yes to him, and I was going to be his sex pet. Who wanted him to cover my expenses? I was a multi-billion heiress, nothing less than him. I hated when people brag about their wealth. "Why will you cover my expenses? I am neither your lover, nor fiancé. Not even your friend." I questioned. "Come on, Kayla. You will be warming my bed and apart from thr sex, whatever I will give you, will be my appreciation." "Ooooow. Soooo considerate of you, Sir!" I flashed him another fake smile.

By the time my butt hit a bed, he was already trying to work my skirt down. I pulled his hands away and smiled at him, then turned around. The bedroom was huge, of course. A giant bed took up most of it, with two nightstands flanking it and a TV on the wall. It was beautiful, like everything else in the house. Carter wrapped his hands around my body to cup my breasts. His lips went to my neck, kissing me hungrily. “You like it?” he asked. I smiled. “It’s definitely fitting of a billionaire.”

" I mouthed as I hurried towards David's car. "I think it is!" "Is that her new boy toy?" "No way! That can never be a toy, do you know who that is?". "Who is that? Is he someone as rich as David wilton?". "He is the owner of this hotel and he has many more company. He is as rich as David wilton. "What? He is that popular Hotelier! ?" "He is also the owner of this hotel."

Lying on the master bed, I propped up my woozy, alcoholic head with one hand while holding the glass with the other. My wedding dress enveloped me in softness and beauty like a lovely cloud. The soft, silky texture of the master bedroom's new bedding was heaven. When I took in the suite's luxuries, I pondered the amount of work it must take to live in such luxury. Perhaps some people are handed down wealth from generation to generation and don't have to work as hard as the rest of us. I inherited nothing but a bunch of used clothes and dinnerware. But I value them just as much. But a little bit of money would have been helpful.