Billionaire Bedroom Novels & Stories

I heard her mumble to herself, before pushing the door wide open and the largest room I have ever seen came to view. It was simply stunning, the bed was enormous, wide and high and the furniture around the room was placed strategically to make it look the most regal it can look. All I could see was white, royal blue and gold. There were even three gold-plated pillars almost framing the bed in a semi arc and giving the room unnecessary support. The bedroom was fit for a king making away with country riches. I have been to so many extravagant luxury homes, the master bedroom at my home is quite impressive as well, I've always thought of dad's room to be a jaw- dropper, but this one takes the c

David sat behind a massive mahogany desk, with a towering bookcase on his left, filled with leather-bound volumes and expensive art objects. The walls were decorated with tasteful abstract paintings, and the air was infused with the scent of fresh flowers in a crystal vase. His laptop and a pile of papers were neatly arranged on his desk, with a Montblanc pen resting on a notepad. The room was spacious, with high ceilings and large windows that overlooked the bustling city below. David worked on his laptop, his sharp features and chiseled jawline were accentuated by the dim lighting, and his bespoke suit hugged his muscular frame perfectly. He exuded an air of confidence and authority as if

She sat up and roamed her eyes around the living room. Matthias house was a modern mansion which billionaires like him typically lives in. Amber thought it was too big for a single man to live in. The walls were painted white but most of the pieces of furniture were color black. There was also a huge crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the living area and a white grand piano placed on a corner. "He doesn't even have any picture frames around here or any paintings that would show his family," Amber whispered while walking around the living area like a thief trying to find something she could steal.

Did I make a mistake all those years? *** Stepping inside the room my eyes landed on his sleeping form. Aiden was tucked inside the covers and looked like a burrito. He was always cold at night so he didn't fuss around and always had his duvet on. There was something so peaceful and angelic while he was in a deep sleep. Exactly the opposite of when he wakes up. He got that mischief streak from me so I couldn't blame him. My feet padded against the carpet trying to make as much sound as I could.

"I believe a proper tour of the estate's more private areas is in order." As twilight painted the Tuscan sky in brilliant golds and crimsons, Nathan proceeded to demonstrate exactly why he was considered Manhattan's most dangerously seductive billionaire. Each room in the historic villa became a new sanctuary for our passion, each antique surface witnessing our perfect synchronicity. From the wine cellar's cool shadows to the master suite's elegant luxury, we marked our territory with dangerous devotion. "The cellars are particularly impressive," I observed later, tracing lazy patterns on Nathan's chest as we lay tangled in the master suite's silk sheets. "Though I suspect your explanation o

She nodded and they kept walking. The master suite confirmed everything she'd suspected about billionaires and restraint — which was that they had none. King bed. Garden view. Walk-in closet the size of a studio apartment. And three bathrooms. She counted. "I'll take that one," she said, pointing to the furthest one. "That's the one I usually use," Neo said. She didn't move her finger. "...I'll take the middle one," he said. "Smart man." He muttered something under his breath as he walked away and she chose not to ask him to repeat it.

Searching for a person without a name or face can be quite difficult, almost impossible. Jack had brought so many girls to my office from that bar but she wasn't one of them. I stood up, stretched myself and headed for the bathroom, I needed to get ready for the doctor's appointment. Not like anything positive came out of it but I had to make an effort. Atleast the pills reduces the headaches. The last appointment was a circus show. "Hmm, Hudson,” my doctor began, after I had told him everything about the lady that helped me sleep, “to be perfectly honest, you really could benefit from having that woman by your side if you really want to get rid of your Sleeplessness".

Slowly patting my shoulder she left leaving me shocked, shivering and… of course scared. ------------------------ “Oddio! I can't believe it Zariyah you really hit a jackpot. I mean you’ll get to see the living greek god, Denver D’Angelo. But I’m feeling happy and sad for you at the same time, love.” Bella averted her eyes on me carrying a plain look on her face. “Why? Is anything wrong?” I asked hesitantly. “They say the D in Denver stands for the devil. He is a ruthless billionaire who never espouses an iota of fallacy at his workplace. That’s what I’ve heard.”

From what I knew, he was held by the throat and forced into marriage with me. Now he was… trying to be a husband to me. And I had to make it my own way. “I can’t fucking believe it,” Jack muttered under his breath as he closed the bedroom door behind us. Jack’s bedroom looked exactly how a billionaire man’s room should look... rich, but not messy; masculine, but not tacky. The walls were a deep charcoal, smooth and matte, making the room feel like a quiet, private world. A massive king-sized bed sat in the center, framed by a dark walnut headboard that looked hand-carved and stupidly expensive.

I know nothing is going to happen, as Marcus is here and there’s the matter of a break-in to deal with, but my body reacts in anticipation anyway. Mess aside, his house isn’t the billionaire mansion I had envisioned. In my head, he lived in a huge structure filled with employees with people coming in and out all day long. When we pulled into the driveway, I was pleasantly surprised to find this beautiful ranch-style home tucked away in the private woods. His bedroom, on the other hand, is exactly what I would expect of a billionaire. He has the black silk sheets on his king-sized bed, slate flooring, mirrors hanging from every wall, and actual furniture placed around the simple space.