Billionaire Bedroom Novels & Stories

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

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

I quickly lost interest in my surroundings, though, and look right at him. “So...” His eyebrows rises, and his Adam’s apple jumps. “Well, this way.” He nods toward the curving set of stairs. I gesture in the same direction. “After you.” He hesitates, but then starts up the stairs, and I follow. When we reach the second floor, he leads me down a long hallway, push open one side of a set of French doors and waves me inside. His bedroom is enormous. The vaulted ceilings makes it seem even bigger, and the smallish furniture adds to the effect as well. Oddly, the bed is maybe a queen size. I expect one of those California kings or something with a headboard that takes up half the floor.

He looks at me like he already owns the ending. I haven’t been inside his bedroom before, and I don’t particularly want to be going in there right now. I should have had a lot more champagne. It would be better to be unconscious for what comes next. The bedroom is obscene in its size. Vaulted ceiling, polished stone, a bed so wide it could hold an army. I can picture him thrashing around on it, surrounded by six naked women. Cashmere throws and silk sheets shimmer like an altar waiting for a sacrifice.

The master bedroom had a king-sized bed, a jacuzzi tub and a balcony. Lena felt like she had entered a different world. She couldn’t believe that someone she had found imprisoned in a filthy cage in an abandoned basement could turn out to be this filthy rich. She wondered how he had made his fortune and what he did for a living. She hoped he wasn’t involved in anything illegal or dangerous, like Fox was. As they entered the house, a maid appeared from one of the rooms and bowed to Scar. “Good afternoon, sir. I’m glad you’re back.”

he said, his tone being the only tolerable thing in this fucking environment. "Thank you," I muttered, stepping into the master bedroom. The same room I had been in the other night with that jerk. Now that the lights were brighter, I could take a proper look around. Fuck. He is stupidly rich. No wonder he could pay off a fucking $10 billion debt in one go, and it seemed like his account didn’t even shake. Like serving a cup of water out of the sea.

He walked out of the room to his bedroom. Blake doesn't sleep with women in his bed. He cherishes his bedroom as that is his personal space. While in his room, he walked inside the bathroom to take a shower. After which he came back wearing his black sweatpants. He went to bed and pulled the covers to cover himself. Embracing the soft fluffy feel of his bed as he drifted to sleep. Blake Parker is a cold-hearted billionaire. He is the richest billionaire in the whole of New York City. He has no respect for anyone, especially women. He detests them. On the other hand, women love him and they would do anything just to gain his attention.

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

I realised that I have actually never been inside Noah's room. It looked every bit like I expected it to, like a billionaire's room and homey at the same time. It had a balcony, like mine and a closet, but that was where the similarities ended. The walls were painted a calming shade of cream, adorned with various art pieces that I couldn't identify. A king-sized bed stood at the center of the room, dressed in luxurious silk sheets and fluffy pillows. On one side of the room was a spacious closet, which I assumed housed a vast collection of designer clothes and accessories.

These weren't my sheets, I wasn't in my bed either. My lashes fluttered open, and the room came into focus slowly, like a cruel joke. I caught sight of the white marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, and modern art that screamed money. The bed beneath me was enormous, draped in sheets that probably cost more than my rent. My rent, my apartment, my life, none of it, absolutely nothing matched any of this.