Billionaire Bedroom Novels & Stories

"No need to be in a hurry to kill these two. They will die anyway, let them flex their muscles a bit after all they are the Pillari. What do you expect from the richest Billionaires in Santa Dabia?" He wiped the spittle off his mask and paced around the room. "Lovely bed feels so mushy and comfy. I now understand sleeping on a Billionaire's bed. Oh, look at that beautiful design on the wall. What! Do you have a gold hand washer? Fuck look at diamonds jewelry lying on the dresser fuck I can't understand rich people…" He went on and on complimenting everything that came to sight as Sarah and I held onto each other.

The most luxurious thing I had experienced in my life before Miles was the $40 steak I had at Bennie’s. My life really had taken a complete 180. I went from egg muffins on the subway to sleeping in million-dollar beds—quite literally his bed cost a million, I searched it online. We walked down the hall and came to this one room that was made out of floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased a gorgeous lake that was just casually in their backyard.

Double doors led to his four-poster king-sized bed in the next room, sitting on a thick rug, the wood of the furniture dark, the duvet cover storm-gray. The second we entered, my heart was in my throat, the pulse making the skin of my neck vibrate from the rush of blood. Bolton provided a luxurious life for me that gave me everything I could ever want. But the moment I was in Theo’s bedroom, I understood there was an even greater level of wealth. Even greater level of power. He made his way to the bar area and poured two glasses before he set them on the coffee table. “Help yourself.” He walked into his bedroom, and once he crossed the threshold, he yanked his shirt over his head then steppe

The room was enormous. It had a little table on the balcony, which had an amazing view from the mansion's garden. The bathroom attached to the suite was beautiful and filled with marble and expensive decorative objects; his closet was massive; his bed even more, which made her tremble inside. It was one of those beds that you only see at movies, full of pillows and thick duvets.

The room was enormous — floor‑to‑ceiling windows, a fireplace big enough to roast a cow in, and furniture that looked like it belonged in a magazine spread titled Wealthy People Who Don’t Know What a Budget Is. “It’s… cosy,” I said. Derek paused. “Cosy?” “Cosy for a billionaire,” I clarified. His eyebrow twitched but he didn’t correct me. He absolutely was a billionaire. We moved on. He showed me the kitchen — which was the size of a restaurant — the dining room, the library (yes, a library), and a sunroom that looked like it had been designed specifically for someone who drank herbal tea and whispered to plants. I was not that person. But I could be, I allowed myself to dream.

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?"

The only bright thing that stood out was a large painting of the mountains that hung on the wall. A king-sized bed sat in the centre with smooth grey and red sheets that looked too comfortable to be touched, let alone slept on. The walls were lined with shelves, some filled with books, others with simple decor pieces all carrying the minimalist and expensive taste which wasn't really my style.... Yes, this was his room, screaming a billionaire who barely stayed at home and only cared about the bed to sleep. He was definitely a workaholic. My throat tightened with complex emotions. Gregory stepped forward and opened one of the smaller doors to reveal another adjoining space. “The bathroom and

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.

I don't know if that makes sense or not. After showering I walk into my wardrobe and pick out a navy blue suit. I don't think I've ever worn this before so I decide to today. I'll be honest, half of the clothes in my wardrobe are untouched. I just have so many clothes. Perks of being a billionaire I guess. By the time I was fully ready it was 7:30. I walk downstairs and I'm greeted by a smiling Brenda and Millie. Millie runs to me and I pick her up in my arms.

I quickly started to type back a response explaining but he was already calling me. “Babe I’m so sorry. My mom walked in on me taking off my top." “Wait so you weren’t even naked?” Yikes. ‘What if I was and that’s how she walked in on me.” “But I was.” He whined. “I live with my parents and they don't always knock..” I tried to explain. “I’ve asked you to move in with me, but I guess my place is too trashy for you.” He lives in a one-room apartment in the not-so-fancy parts of New Jersey and is insecure about it even though he refuses to admit it.