Billionaire Night Routine Novels & Stories

He heard her gasp and asked her, “What’s wrong, baby?” “The prices are so expensive here!” “Well, it’s normal since Bahnhofstrasse is well known as the most expensive shopping street in the world.” But then he patted her hand. “Don’t worry. I can afford to buy everything. Even if you want to buy a hundred times from what we already bought, it won’t be a problem at all.” Rosalind creased her head, as she was still uneasy with the prices, but then she nodded and giggled a little. “Fine! I forgot you are Mr. Zillionaire.”

“No isn’t he just a random guy that came for the exhibition “That was Noah knight” I still didn’t get “And what does that mean Sarah just get to the point, so that I can go back to my sad thoughts “That guy you just mistook as the curator is the famous billionaire that just got out of jail a week ago” Then I remembered the new on the t.v earlier, so that’s the guy everybody keeps talking about. well he is really good-looking, I wonder if ias dating anyone. not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single

Everyone was curious about this mysterious and absurdly wealthy buyer. The hashtags #BillionaireBaby and #RichestLiveShopper trended almost instantly. Jenna laughed gleefully. "Look at that! I'm trending for spending too much." Kelvin peeked over her shoulder. "What did you buy now?" "Just a few gifts for the employees. And some extras." "How much is a few?" "Over a billion," she said, sipping her juice casually. Kelvin's jaw dropped. "You spent a billion?!" Jenna winked. "Well, if the old man wants to destroy me, I might as well have fun while I'm at it."

Besides, love is blind,right. The tick tick sound of the watch hanging on the wall indicated that it was only five minutes past eight , I pulled a towel around myself walking towards the bathroom. I hummed all of me by John legend as I soaped my body enjoying the calmness taking over. Once I was done I went through my wardrobe and my eyes caught on to a particular dress I had bought for when Brav will finally get his act together and take me out on a date or something. I snarled on the thought knowing fully well that nothing like thar was going to happen, atleast not any time soon.

He returned his attention to his body, the scratch on his chest that would never fade. "Babe! I'm leaving now; I'll see you later," he heard the woman say in his room. He didn't say anything; instead, he rolled his eyes and proceeded to shower. ------ Jodie awoke in her bed at seven o'clock in the morning. She peered out the window, her gaze drawn to the sunlight beyond the apartment. She was surprised at how lovely the environment was, but she saw that the beauty of the world seemed to be the polar opposite of her existence. She abruptly closed the curtain and prepared to leave her room.

I step towards it to soothe its back as I run my hand on its fur, while looking into its eyes. It awfully becomes calm and proceeds to sleep, making this easier for me than I would have ever imagined. While every lady makes clicking sounds with their heels, I know how well to tiptoe and walk silently in heels. Say it is impossible, but again it is I. Another stupid move of this billionaire is his glass door. Extremely transparent and leaving no part within sight uncovered when you peep through. Annoyingly, I cannot fail to miss how hot he is especially as he keeps walking and working in his open kitchen shirtless, with his boxer brief leaving little to no imagination on how big he is in the

Shoot. I bolted off the bed just as I put the phone to my ear. “I am so sorry. I never sleep this late but yesterday was so crazy, and I didn’t even know I was this exhausted.” I apologized before he could get a word out. I flung clothes out of my wardrobe as I searched. Searched for what? What do you wear to breakfast with a billionaire? A breakfast that would include pictures of us getting leaked to the press. “Just get here. “ He responded in a clipped tone, and the line went dead. Freaking asshole.

Nathan's POV I could hear my alarm blaring from the nightstand by my king-size bed. I was still feeling sleepy because I slept so late last night, working on the business proposal my father wanted me to come up with. “Oh God, it's 7 a.m. already.” A surge of irritation came on me: “I can legitimately swear that I slept just a few hours ago.” These days, rest has become such a luxury. This billionaire lifestyle is so difficult. The saying "money isn't everything" echoes within me deeply. I can't even remember the last time I had a proper rest or genuinely had fun.