Billionaire Bedroom Novels & Stories

I told Brandon as we got out of his car. "Don't be, butterfly. They will be in love with you." Brandon assured me, kissing my cheeks. I nodded. I was feeling extra conscious about my look today. I put on a turtleneck blue colored dress which came below my knees and did minimal make-up. He took my hand and we both headed inside the mansion. I brought a chocolate cake which I baked myself today and a small bouquet of flowers. The mansion was huge, like my house in New York. Like our house, this mansion also gave me a homey feeling. The living room was decorated with many paintings, expensive antique showpieces, chandeliers. A typical billionaire home.

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.

Gosh, this man doesn't seem to grasp just how wealthy he is sometimes. “No, Roman…not everyone does,” I laughed. It was almost as big as the master's bedroom back at the mansion, it had a bed, what seemed to be a walk-in closet, and a bathroom. All designed in his signature shades. It was a queen sized bed and it looked like someone had slept on it making a small crease on the side. Is this where he spent the night? “You must've been really busy,” I voiced softly as I watched him check the bedside drawers in the room.

“I already told my dad. He’s making arrangements for the trip.” My face lit up instantly. “Seriously?!” “Yes!” she laughed. “You think I’m missing this rich-people drama? Absolutely not.” I burst out laughing. “You’re horrible.” “No, you’re horrible,” she corrected dramatically. “You moved into a billionaire mansion without me.” “Trust me,” I said, lowering my voice slightly, “you would die if you saw this place.” Her eyes widened excitedly. “Is it really that big?” “Ros…” I flipped the camera around briefly, showing part of the luxury fitting room. “My bedroom alone is almost the size of our apartment.”

"If you wrote that code, you're a fool for letting a boy steal it." A deep, velvet voice cut through the darkness of the alley. I choked back a sob, my head snapping up. A man was standing a few feet away, leaning casually against a sleek, black luxury sedan. A single stream of smoke rose from the cigarette between his fingers. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, devoid of a tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone. He looked older, commanding, with sharp, dark eyes that seemed to cut straight through the shadows. It was Lucien Laurent. The main investor of the gala. The billionaire the entire tech industry feared.

Just some of them are different. Home sweet home. I wish Hassan was there with me, it would have been perfect. I sat down on my bed and removed my stiletto heels. My leg were already aching badly. I rang the bell beside my nightstand and a maid walk in. "Run me a ice bath." I told her. "Right away, your excellency." She replies. I've told them not to address me as such, I'm Emma Adams, still Emma. An hour later I was through with my ice bath, it makes me feel refreshing and super good.

He had always lived his life as a rich Billionaire who spent hours in club, with many girls flirting and she had prayed earnestly for him to find someone who would change something about him, something completely different. 'Ok I will help you' She raised the pot and poured an amount of oil in it, and for hours she had been bristling with it while he watched and smiled. From time to time, he kissed her cheek, and she would carefully joked that it he did it again, he would get his lips burnt by the fire. He arranged it in a tray. A round plate containing, fried plantains and other things a small mug of hot coffee as he headed upstairs. Clara was fast awoken after he left and her eyes whirling

He thundered ,then stormed out of our one bedroom apartment. I sighed,pulling my knees to my chin as I fought the tears gathering at the slit ends of my eyes . All I wanted was a real office job,with health insurance,stable income and healthy working hours. Not a shitty fourteen hour shift at the diner downtown. Just for once could Brav not see that, maybe moving in with my high-school sweetheart was not such a good idea . I loved him though, too much so that I was willing to put up with his temper tantrums . Besides, love is blind,right.

he said, l looked at Max laying comfortably on the bed and followed him out of the room, he led the way to what was a very spacious kitchen that seemed to have everything, it was so clean and neat that i would see my reflection everywhere, It was by far the most beautiful kitchen i had led my eyes on "Everything you need is here, you can cook while l go out" he said, I wondered where he was going, the guy hadn't even changed out of his wedding suite. I watched as he walked out of the door and turned to look at the most luxious kitchen i had even seen, l opened the fridge and truth to tell, everything was there. I spent the next hour cooking and afterwards ate alone, there was no body in the

Jane resides in a secluded location, and she has taken up residence in a small dwelling that consists of one bedroom and one living room. The edifice was constructed in the early days and does not have an elevator, but the rent is economical. Despite the dilapidated exterior, Jane has made the interior cozy and welcoming with warm wallpaper and uncomplicated yet practical furniture. As soon as she entered the abode, Jane tossed Baolian and the marriage certificate on the couch and headed straight to the bathroom.