Billionaire Night Routine Novels & Stories

How could I explain to her that what Max and I experienced last night was genuine and didn't involve any discussion about money? I took a deep breath and released it before I spoke. "Brenda. I have something to tell you." "OK so spill it." "We didn't just talk." The other end went silent. "Brenda, are you still there?" "Y-yes, I'm here," she quipped. "So hold on, are you saying you and Mr. Maximilian McTavish, renowned billionaire, played whack-a-hole beneath the sheets?" She squealed. I remember now where I recognized his name from. He was the CEO of M&M Finance. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I slept with a world-famous billionaire without realizing it.

“It better be. I’m going to get going. We’ve got a long couple weeks ahead of us, and I want to enjoy one last quiet night.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You mean you’re going to go home and hang out with your dog.” I grinned. “Maybe.” He sighed, shaking his head. “You’re a nerd. You’re the only single billionaire I know who prefers to hang out at home with his dog. You should be out living it up, looking for a sexy Mrs. Billionaire. You’re Trent Gilroy, war hero turned billionaire. Everyone wants to know you. You could have any woman you want.”

“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?”

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

The one that stuck the most was shock and confusion. “What? That’s not possible. Lura would never do something like that! And besides, she’s broke and her family name is all full of dirt right now so how can she get getting married? To who?” He whined while I just smiled. "To Zane Ashford," I said, watching the name land like a grenade and though I knew he’d definitely know such big name, I still decided to let out the full gist for effect. "He’s a billionaire and the heir to an empire that makes Vanes’ look like a lemonade stand. And more importantly, he’s my man, or he was, until that little charity case moved into his house and stole him from me.” I let out while his jaw tightened.

His cold, somber face, shrouded in the dim light, was stark contrast to the vibrant lively scene behind him. Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels clicking against the floor pierce the air, followed by a pair of slender arms wrapped around him. “Leo, everyone's waiting for you to give the word!!” The woman tugged at his arm,pulling him from the sofa. As she looked up at his chiseled features, her heart raced like a frantic deer. No wonder he was Leonard Williams, the CEO of Knight Enterprises. It wasn't just his billion dollars fortune; but his God like looks alone could stop traffic, captivating every woman who laid their eyes on him. He was born to stand out, a beacon that had shattered