Romans & histoires Billionaire Boyfriend Fragrance

Hell, a stupid magazine had done a write up on NYC most eligible bachelors and placed my picture as number one, I had been furious and tried to have myself taken out of the article but my attorney had spouted some crap about freedom of speech, since the publishing of the article,i was being approached by even more materialistic females. The magazine listed my net worth as equal to the richest man in the world, they had also said i was tall, dark and handsome, he stood over six feet, with broad shoulders and muscles that rippled throughout his entire body, i hated gyms but i ran every morning and sometime in the evenings too, I had discovered at a young age that running was a great form of re

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

"Can I kiss you? I mean... I know you are not there yet, but hearing that... that you are free...your heart belongs to no one... it makes me so happy. It means I still have a shot." I stared at him. He was a billionaire heir, a guy who could have anyone, and he was standing in a guest room simping for me. For me. The messy kid with the fried hair and the complicated life. "Noah, I......" "I get it, I do," he cut in, stepping a little closer. The scent of him was different, clean, like expensive soap and fresh air, not the heavy, suffocating scent of scotch and power that followed Chad.

Just wow. “Yep! Unbelievable, isn’t he? We had a nice threesome. I love my sex life.” “Indeed you have a very active sexual life. Do you have a boyfriend?” “No. But a serious and hot-looking billionaire courted me. He’s a relative of Bill Gates.” “Damn! You got to be slaying and seducing men as casually as walking, Francine!” “Yeah, but I want a man like your Denver. A loyal dog who likes doggy style.”

I had mixed feelings and wasn't sure how to feel about this wedding. It was still like a dream to me. I was over the moon two weeks ago when my parents told me after returning from the office that I would be getting married to his friend's son, Alexander. I couldn't deny the fact that I had a little crush on him for a while now, after the family date we had five years ago. He was cute. He had the perfect height. He was so calm and peaceful. But I never knew that I was only being sold off to a billionaire's son, so my dad's company wouldn't be ruined until I saw the contract.

and you believe him " I do as soon as i get money to bail him we going to prove that " He walks by me I smell his perfume why does he even smell so good he sits down on the couch " come stand over here let's talk " no I am leaving "what if I give you the money to bail your boyfriend "that gets my attention and I walk to him standing up in my full height at 5'5 my heels making me feel taller than I am.

“Karen, my little sweetheart. You have known my gentle side for too long. I have protected you, provided for you, cared for you, but now, you would know why I’m the most ruthless billionaire in the country. I’m going to enjoy breaking you, piece by piece, I would shatter your heart, destroy you, and the worst thing is –” His hands cupped my butt, squeezing painfully as he dragged me closer again to himself. His lips pressed down again on my already bruised lips. I cried out in painful pleasure, but he merely laughed. “The worst thing is that I’d make you love me even more. I would make you beg for my love, but I would never love you.” “Devon why are you doing this?” I stammered, as fresh te

The scent still lingered, in stark contrast to my own clammy and sweaty odour. I consider the owner of the aftershave for a moment as I open the window to let in sunshine and fresh air. I saw him leaving a few minutes ago, so I know I am clear to clean the room. He was dressed smart casual, wearing an expensive jacket with a loose linen shirt; perfect in this heat; and tight black jeans cut to flatter his noticeably male physique. He strode down the corridor with a bouquet of beautiful red roses, a briefcase, and a gleam in his eyes. Despite the briefcase, he did not look like a man with work on his mind.

The woman smiled faintly, "Of course. How can I not know? He used to be very famous in his thirties. He's been on the news a lot. Very successful handsome rich businessman. Many women have been after him since his wife died. But sadly nothing can make him fall in love again." Vesa listened carefully and his heart became more and more hurt. Many people knew about his father, while he didn't even know anything. He felt like a stupid son. "Ah, sorry. It seems I talk too much. I shouldn't have spoken like that in front of his son. Gosh, I couldn't help myself when I met that famous billionaire's son," said the woman and she quickly paid for her groceries at the other cashier. Vesa just nodded po

Even his back, his posture was sexy as hell. When he turned towards her, she took him in at a glance. Tousled hair. Black slim fit suit. Black Tom Ford lace up shoes. His minty scent assailed her nose, he scented like a billionaire, like Callan Barlowe. What a beautiful man. "I will leave now, the driver is waiting outside." Lola's loud voice intruded her daze. "I will see you some other time." She hugged Lola and waved her goodbye. If Callan wasn't with her, she was certain she would have relinquished her interest to attend the party. Arnold had celebrated his birthday over the years, but she had never attended.