Billionaire Night Routine Novels & Stories

If only I had it better. I glanced at my phone. It was past eight p.m., yet Diana wasn’t around yet. Diana was one of the lucky ones—a supermodel who dazzled on billboards and in ads. She was a different person without makeup, though. Her wild nature usually made me wonder how she could handle two very different extremes naturally. But here I was, at the bar for a brief respite, waiting for her. I grimaced. She probably had another shoot today. The bar stool behind me remained empty.

" She arched her brows. She is unwilling to comprehend my circumstances. I have already run out of money. No one wants to renew their contract with my business. Most of the office staff has already left. My business barely made it through, thanks to continuous contracts. I will now give her $1 million. Despite my repeated efforts to get her to do so, she never manages her spending. She is reluctant to give up her opulent lifestyle. She arrived home from the club late every night, and weekly lunches and shopping have now become routine for her.

I nodded and slipped away before they could start firing off questions. Once I got back to the penthouse, I found it empty. That meant one thing: silence. Sweet, overwhelming silence. I changed out of my jeans and hoodie, washed off the cheap drugstore makeup, and transformed into my designer persona: a silk robe, perfectly manicured hands, and just the right amount of smudged mascara to give off that effortlessly chic vibe. The face of a billionaire’s beloved. Felix Vaughn showed up at six. “We have dinner tomorrow,” he said without preamble. “At the Harrington estate. Their daughter just got engaged to the oil heir from Norway. They want a joint cover feature.”

“You sound busy.” “I’ll head to your place in the morning,” I replied. “Thanks again, Nathan. Seriously.” “Always,” he said gently. “Don’t overwork yourself.” I ended the call and sighed. Another weight lifted. For now. I went back to typing, fingers flying across the keys as I polished Mr. Williams’ talking points for an upcoming board presentation. The silence of the penthouse helped. No ringing phones. No Violet hovering nearby. Just the occasional city hum outside the glass walls.

Bishop mumbled softly. I didn't flinch, I only stared at the bundle on my lap, admiring the cleanliness of the new currency. This is exactly what I'm talking about. I want to start making cool cash like these, throwing bundles wherever I go, but I can only achieve that through one-way—and that's to work at Wet Nights. I knew one-day I was going to be a billionaire and here comes the opportunity. At this point, I won't disagree with anyone who calls me an obsessed or desperate freak, I really don't care.

He’s brilliant, his business is on the Fortune 50 list and he’s a billionaire. All those b’s don’t come easily. You have to work for them. Which leads me to graze my fingertips along his temple, while I stare contemplatively at him. “Are you striving to be Master of the Universe?” He finds this humorous, if the amused flicker in his eyes is any indication. “Not.” “Just seems like you’ve dedicated yourself to something that requires twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five attention.” He gives me another concentrated look and counters, “When I have corporate activity at eleven o’clock at night, or one in the morning that involves you… Are you keeping up on the emails and texts?”

he places the hundred dollar bill in her small palm, “Keep the change." When the little girl walks away, I look at him intensely, shooting a glare in his direction. “You could’ve paid her a bit more, easily. You're a fucking billionaire for god's sake. It’s not like money’s hard for you. She looked like she’s in dire need of help." “I didn’t make all this money by being a pushover. I gave her what she deserved, Angelique.” He looks at me vividly, his hand grazing my knee and squeezing it. "Now sip your wine because we have got to get out of here soon."

Damn, I don’t even know how he ended up in my bed still wearing the clothes he wore when he went to the city while shrouded by the smell of alcohol. “Where are we going?” I asked as I untied my red violet silk nightgown. “We are going to have breakfast with the other hunky billionaires,” he muttered as he fixed the bed, folding the blanket and picking up the pillows that fell on the floor. I never saw a man so diligent in fixing a morning bed even if he has servants. Tyler Jane Moonstorm is indeed beautiful, wholly and beautifully handsome of a man. “Hey doggie, can I ask you something?”

I took his change from the drawer and placed it on the counter just like how he did to me,he didn't take it as he just placed his head in a table, My patience was wearing off and I wasn't going to keep calm anymore ,watching a billionaire sleep was never my aim. "Hey,Mr billionaire"I yelled,dont you have where to go,I thought billionaire have mansions, how you planing to turn this place to your home,you ,you dont know what they call working off one butt,you are just a spoilt billionaire,I really need to get home and you are wasting much of my time,I really need to be here as early as possible and I can't afford being sacked,I need to pay my mom debt"I blabbed.

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