Billionaire Bedroom Novels & Stories

I had taken acting classes in high school so I knew I was good at it. “Bathroom,” I said. “Come on.” He walked away, and I had to follow him with my hand over my mouth so I would sell the act more. He led to a bedroom suite that was a floor higher. It looked like a master bedroom due to how huge and well-furnished it was. It even had a living room and a fireplace. Only a billionaire could have such rooms in his house. I didn’t actually believe he would take me to his master bedroom. He was very reserved and picky.

He doesn't let go, and we finish showering before he carries me to the adjacent room. His bedroom is three times the size of my living room, with gray and blue hues on the sheets and walls. There are few decorations, a few hanging paintings, and a large mirror next to the huge bed. He gently places me on the navy blue sheets, and then he lies down next to me. He stretches out his arm, inviting me to snuggle up to him, and I do. "Will you tell me about your millionaire friends?" I ask after a few long minutes, smiling as I inhale his delicious scent, closing my eyes for a second.

I look away quickly, pretending to examine the intricate patterns of the hardwood floor with sudden, intense interest. Within seconds, her father's iron grip closes around my wrist and practically drags me down the corridor, moving with supernatural speed that confirms what I know about Serena's family. The world blurs momentarily around the edges. Before I can blink or protest, we're inside a massive bedroom—grand, dark mahogany furniture dominating the space, tall windows draped in heavy curtains, and enough sharp silver decorations arranged on various surfaces to scream "alpha billionaire with a penchant for weapons." Yeah. Definitely his personal domain.

“Deal.” — Sienna spent the next hour exploring the penthouse, trying to get used to the idea of living in a billionaire’s world. The bedroom was absurdly large, complete with a king-sized bed, a fireplace, and an entire seating area that looked like something out of a luxury magazine. And the closet? It was bigger than her entire apartment. She ran her fingers along the racks of expensive suits and designer clothing, shaking her head. “This is insane,” she muttered. “Glad you think so.”

For the first time, I got to see another area of the house - and maybe the last time too. But everything I saw caught my attention. It all looked so amazing that it was easy to forget where I was going and the situation surrounding it that left a heavy air handing in the atmosphere. If I just assumed that whoever this man in whose house I am kept captive was a mere millionaire, then I was absolutely wrong. He is a billionaire, a filthy rich man that definitely got a lot of people at his feet. From the furniture - which screamed African blackwood, to the quality curtains and the whole design of the room which screamed Asian type billionaire.

“I’ll be back soon.” When he let go of her, she staggered, her legs wobbly. “I’ll be here.” She gave him a small wave as he left, and when the door shut, she sighed and stared around her like she’d been dropped on another planet. But since she was alone, she decided to explore and count rooms. Sure enough, there were five bedrooms, six bathrooms, a game room with a pool table, a patio with trees and grass on it overlooking the city, a media room, and a study. She stopped in the study, delighted and wondering what kinds of books a billionaire would have. Of course, she was disappointed to find that the too-uniform books lining his shelves were nothing more than false fronts. Either he’d had a

I breathed out in shock as I looked around the bedroom, my eyes bulging out of my head because my goodness, what a show of wealth. "This is massive, I could live here," I told him honestly as I sat down on the bed and bounced a bit on it, "I've never seen a house so big and a bedroom so lavish in my entire life," I mused and that's saying something because Carter was a very wealthy man but this is the kind of wealth that Nicki Minaj raps about and the kind of wealth only the few have access to. "You can rest for today, tomorrow we get straight to work," he informed me as he started to walk out of the room.

I did not get enough rest last night. Throughout the night, I lay there staring at the ceiling while Mr Billionaire slept peacefully on the small couch near his window. He had given me the entire bed, saying, “Since it is your first night here, I want you to feel comfortable. The bed is all yours,” shortly after we entered his room. The interior of his room spoke volumes, just like his personality. The walls were painted in neutral tones, mostly white, grey, and black. Still, it carried life. There were several beautiful paintings hanging on the walls. He clearly loved art, and it showed.

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

They might have been running all around the house and got tired, at my parent's place, which made them fall asleep now. After the end we talked and fell asleep I was almost asleep when someone's phone rang. I didn't pay much attention and drifted back to sleep. I woke up on the couch alone. Moving my eyes around I saw a paper at the table besides me "Me and Kath had to go to the gala ....have a good sleep and chill pill ,if u see this in the morning then good morning :) Have a great day. And don't let that piece of shit... no whole shit ruin your day :D