Billionaire Night Routine Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but wonder what sort of evening he would plan for us, considering his wealthiness, importance and lifestyle. I bit my lip, my mind racing with endless possibilities. Would he surprise me with an extravagant dinner at a posh restaurant or whisk me away to some luxurious destination? Or perhaps he had something more intimate in mind—a cozy night in, with a dinner by candlelight. *** The day at the museum was boring to say the least. There wasn't much happening lately in terms of events, so I didn't have much to do to keep my mind occupied the entire day. I was constantly finding myself researching on Google to know what to wear or how to behave on dates with billionaires.

“A millennial incubus, spends his days pretending to be a billionaire heir?” “Yes.” “Attending galas? Charity events? Lunches with New York’s elite?” “Unfortunately, yes. Philanthropy is boring, but it’s good cover.” “And at night you hunt in strip clubs?” “The irony is not lost on me.” She shook her head, still smiling. She served herself more coffee, and the gesture was so casual, so domestic, that for a moment I could pretend we were two normal people having breakfast on a Saturday morning. But the next question shattered the illusion.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

" I mean, How can someone be so secreting? There is nothing, Apart from his success there is absolutely nothing. No family, no siblings, no friends, no wife, not even a bimbo. Does he control the media? The only pictures I could find of him were with the ones he met for business or functions of charity or volunteer work. Nothing unusual. Not even a single bit. No one has ever seen him outside his villa. Wait? Villa? Well, I guess this is what you expect from a Billionaire. I shut my laptop as I look at the time. "Sh*t, I still have to pick up an outfit for the Company's 25th-anniversary celebration". I guess I'll just think about it later, I need some sleep right now. If I manage to do that.

Everything looked ordinary to him, it's not like the sophisticated charity party he do attend, or the expensive clothes most people wear to dinner parties, no one was trying to be on their best behavior, with fake smiles plastered on their faces, all dolled up with makeups of every color. Everything and everyone looks normal, too normal for a billionaire, in most cases, tens of women would have noticed him, walking seductively towards him, flirty lips and eyes, sliding their numbers in his suit, he was a man after all, he had taken handful of them who catches his eyes to bed, discarding them as usual.

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.

She sighs and glances at her phone. “Well, she’s three minutes away. Why don’t you go get ready and I’ll send her in when she gets here?” One of the great things about being a billionaire is that you can do the most absurd things to your home. Like for instance, having a spa installed, or a bowling alley, or a gym… …or a massage room. I strip down to my briefs, turn on some Mozart, and get on the table. Despite Sheryl’s reassurance, I’m skeptical. To say the least.

Everette stands up hastily and hugs him tightly. Jim chuckles and rubs her. "You've missed me so much already." He says to her as Everette disengages from the hug. "How have you been doing?" Everette asks him. "I've been good. Stressed out from the wedding preparations but I know it will all pay out." He replies to her. "So what do you have to tell me?" Jim asks and moves away from her, taking off his clothes. "The bachelorette party." Everette says to get his attention. She should just say whatever she wants to say and relieve her mind from the guilt and fear she's having.

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.

“Good morning to you too.” Aiden snorted. “You look… happy.” It was such a simple observation, but it hit me harder than I expected. “I am,” I said quietly. “I really am.” He nodded like he understood more than he let on, then slid a bowl toward me. “Cereal?” Before I could answer, Andrew’s voice came from behind me. “Don’t feed her that rubbish.” I turned just as he walked in, barefoot, hair messy, sleeves rolled up. He looked… normal. Not the billionaire CEO. Not the man who burned his father’s empire to the ground.