Billionaire Bedroom Novels & Stories

Her parents went for an evening walk so she was waiting on them and decided to sit in the living room to watch a movie or anything to keep her mind off things. As she scrolled through channels, she passed one that was reading the news then took it back by two channels then increased the volume to hear what was been said. “It’s also said by the now CEO of the Reliso’s company, Darken Reliso, that he plans to expand the business of his father which he just took over months ago, and that the company he bought from the ‘Crashing Bernad’s’ will be used for other businesses he had in mind in the near future,” The newscaster said and continued casting other news.

The headlines flashed dangerously before me: “Billionaire Big-shot busted in bathroom bonanza with another dude;” “Toilet tryst torches tycoon’s rep: caught pants-down with a guy;” “Filthy rich and filthy habits: billionaire’s bathroom boy-toy bust;” The morbid names kept coming, each worse than the order that held me bound to where I was as I watched him leave the bathroom. As soon as his presence left I felt some sort of motion in my bones. I moved slowly, pushing the door.

technically I live here now, It's not that weird, right? First I walk up to where I remember his bedroom being, up the spiral stairs with the glass windows surrounding the area of his bedroom that hovers over the living room. When I open the door I see that everything is spotless and clean, just as I expected. He's a billionaire, he probably has a butler or cleaning services at his back and calls. Opposite the master suite, his room, was another room, and because Grayson wasn't here to show me around, I helped myself and opened the door, and inside made me grin.

Damian was gone, but his jacket still hung over the back of the armchair where he'd left it, a silent mark of his presence. I padded barefoot to the kitchen. The floor was cold under my toes, a welcome jolt. Everything about this penthouse was sleek-black marble counters, stainless steel appliances, the faint smell of expensive coffee lingering in the air-but this morning, it felt like a stage before a play. Empty. Waiting. My phone buzzed on the counter. Marcus Hale – URGENT My stomach dipped. The message was just a link. I tapped it and a headline from the Financial Times exploded onto my screen:

He challenged and squeezed my mouth. "You wanted to see me urgently" "Yeah, of course, that's the only reason why you're here" I rolled my eyes, of course, he didn't saw me. "Okay. "The room next to mine, I want it to be beautifully decorated in plain colors, new outfits. Just check the room, there's a book to guide you through, I want it done before tomorrow evening and I don't care how many people you'll need or how much it's gonna cost you" I couldn't help but feel stupefied.

They don't just show up in my house without an invitation. I've taken over Brenda's bedroom since she's no longer coming back to this house...it's obvious, right? She has a big house, a mansion to be precise, a fiancee, a growing business, a car....she won't be needing this apartment anymore so I can as well make everything in here mine! ****

๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙๑๑˙˙ My head was pounding terribly when I woke up, and the room looked like it was shaking. Wait- the room! I was met with the unfamiliar sight of a lavish bedroom, complete with gilded large windows overlooking the beautiful view of the city. This could only mean one thing, I had slept with a stranger and remembered nothing about how all this happened. It all felt like a dream except it wasn’t… The sleepy groan from the sexy man beside me made me freeze in place, downed with reality. The soft sheets beneath me, the scent of his cologne in the air, and the rich mahogany furniture confirmed that it was all real.

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.”

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

She made a mental note to go to her home when her father would be sure to be at work. Bennett took the suitcase and walked with Eden to his room. Eden had not seen the inside of his room when his mother was giving her the tour of the house. When she stepped in, it looked nothing special. It looked exactly like what you’d expect a billionaire’s room to look like. The interior was modern, minimalist, and simple, with a gray and white theme. The room was huge, though. It had a king-sized bed with a large TV mounted on the wall in front of it, a study table, a coffee table, a couch, on which Eden imagined she would be sleeping if she had to, a bathroom and an attached study, like Betty had descr