Novel & Cerita Billionaire Bedroom

she said and rushed to my room. I followed after her and when I reached my room I saw my closet open. “OK, so you need something sexy. Since you are going to be a billionaire’s wife you need to start looking the part” she commented, throwing all my clothes out trying to find whatever she was looking for, she must think I’m her doll now. This went on until she found the dress she was looking for, and now my closet is a total mess, we just an hour till Noah gets here, which is in one hour, and we still haven’t done my hair and makeup

She blushed hard and quietly followed the handsome stranger. They got into one of the exotic cars parked at a corner outside the club and zoomed off. Arriving at the Grand Hotel, it was so beautiful and luxurious, obviously meant for the high and mighty. Ruby had never been to such a place before and she felt totally out of place. She knew she couldn’t afford a room here, as everything at the hotel spoke luxury in loud volumes. Mr Handsome must have money to throw around, she thought. Why bring her to such a nice place just for sex? He was greeted by the receptionist as they walked past to the elevator. They got in, and he pressed the thirteenth button. In no time, the elevator dinged to ind

Obviously he lives in a mansion right in the middle of Mayfair. I guess there is no other way to describe his home other than to say it is exactly what someone would expect from a Russian billionaire. Lofty ceilings, granite floors, leather walls, marble pillars, intricate moldings, all designer inspired and executed from head to toe. His housekeeper, Yana, comes out to the hallway to greet me. She is polite but stiff. She offers a tour, but I decline, so she takes me upstairs to my room. The room is cream and gold. It looks totally pristine. As if no one has ever lived in it.

Then, I could start turning the tables. I took a long deep breath and walked around the bedroom. It was vast and elegantly furnished, every detail meticulously crafted to reflect wealth. A massive bed with a carved headboard dominated the room, flanked by matching nightstands. Heavy drapes framed the large windows, and an ornate chandelier cast a soft glow from the ceiling.

Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added. "Well, I'm not surprised. Most business tycoons' wealth is not usually from a pure source. Anne said. "One time I heard Mr Anderson trafficking illegal goods and is in a close partnership with drug dealers," she continued, in a cheesy way that added more spice to the tea. "Oh my goodness! You don't mean it," Bryan added cheesily and the news went on till it ended. "Serves him right," Amelia muttered as she switched off the TV. .... "I need you to fire those reporters before the end of the week," Ryan thundered across the office.

`“This is where a billionaire sleeps when he chooses truth over money. Ask Vivienne where she’s sleeping.” Then the anchor: `“Sources say the ‘billionaire’ is Bastian Cole, removed from Cole Capital’s board today for emotional instability. He is currently in a condemned building on Benson Street with Ms. Adams. The building was cited for structural issues this morning.”` James checked his other burner. Read. Looked up. “Sheriff called. Building’s condemned. Structural issue filed at 11:58 AM. Twenty four hours to vacate.” “Vivienne owns it,” Bastian said. Flat. “Shell company. Braddock Properties.”

I stated as he ascended the stairs. “I know you claim you can walk,” he said. “But whether you can or you cannot is another story.” I made a face at him. I couldn’t help myself. Once we were in my own bedroom, I noted the bed was all made up and the room itself was tidy and clean. I wondered if the billionaire himself had cleaned the place or had he phoned one of the maids and requested a clean? Either way, I was quite pleased with the result. As he put me down, I noted a dress and some underwear neatly folded on the bed.

A big, sparkly chandelier hung from the ceiling, making everything look expensive. It almost felt like I didn’t deserve to be in such a room, especially after taking someone’s life. I deserved nothing but hell. The bed was huge, dressed in perfectly white sheets and had a black fur blanket and the pillows looked like they would melt into your face. There was a sleek black leather couch to one side, with a matching footrest and a glass coffee table that looked super fancy. The walls had some art pieces, and there was an old desk with a laptop on it. A bookshelf nearby had some leather-bound books and fancy decorations. It was basically a billionaire's dream room.

"Besides you can rest better on a bed than a Bed." I didn't bother insisting on what I want. I just followed him until we reach a huge on the second floor. Looking at the ornaments and the furniture. There is no telling that Jeff is indeed a rich man. He opened a huge door. And it revealed a large bedroom with a four-poster bed. My eyes went wide open and my jaw dropped to the ground.

David went to the room to confirm his suspicions, he took the tissues that were still scattered, when his hand squeezed the tissues he didn't feel anything, the tissues were like tissues that were just squeezed and thrown away, not tissues that had been used to wipe something. "That means they didn't do anything." David immediately threw some of the scattered tissues into the trash, he didn't want potential buyers of the penthouse to feel uncomfortable when they saw the bedroom area. Not long after, the sound of the bell rang, meaning that a prospective buyer had arrived. David casually went back downstairs. "Please come in, sir and madam." Seeing the contents and furnishings of Raymond's pe