Billionaire Night Routine 소설 & 이야기

I stared at my hands, calloused and worn, and wondered if I could even pull it off. He tapped the paper in front of him, a profile I hadn't yet dared to read. "I'll pair you with someone tonight," Conrad said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he took a sip. The clinking of the ice was the only sound in the room for a moment. "He's a billionaire—or at least that's what he insists on being called. But he's more than that. Powerful. Ruthless. One of the most influential men in the country."

I stated coldy "Y...yes m...miss"she said and bowed her head I threw the corpse of the dead puppy and walked to my room I turned on the shower and within minutes I was done bathing I caught a glance of my reflection from the mirror I can't believe am young and f#cking rich Penny the only billionaire whose so lonely Since it was still already late...I wore a transparent nighte ...I climbed my king size bed and drafted off to sleep TBC

"No need to be in a hurry to kill these two. They will die anyway, let them flex their muscles a bit after all they are the Pillari. What do you expect from the richest Billionaires in Santa Dabia?" He wiped the spittle off his mask and paced around the room. "Lovely bed feels so mushy and comfy. I now understand sleeping on a Billionaire's bed. Oh, look at that beautiful design on the wall. What! Do you have a gold hand washer? Fuck look at diamonds jewelry lying on the dresser fuck I can't understand rich people…" He went on and on complimenting everything that came to sight as Sarah and I held onto each other.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

Just a name and ten digits. Alexander Knight. She’d googled him at 2 a.m. when sleep refused to show up. Mistake. The search results were a dizzying parade of headlines: Knight Enterprises CEO Closes $4B Deal The Ice King of Manhattan: Billionaire Bachelor Alexander Knight 30 Under 30: The Man Who Turned Real Estate Into an Empire Page Six photos of him in flawless suits, stepping out of private cars, always alone, always unsmiling. He owned half the skyline she stared at every night. The kind of money that didn’t just open doors; it built new buildings around them.

He woke up a little earlier than usual. His night wasn't the best, his nights haven't been better anyway. He rushed to the bathroom, could not help but notice the dark circles around his eyes. He needed rest, being a billionaire hasn't been easy, but that wasn't the case. He hadn't had enough night rest. A girl got into his senses and he became this miserable. Oh my, Tristan… He whispered to himself.

In the weeks that followed, Ryan continued with work, Tom did as well. Amelia worked in ways of getting back on track, mentally and emotionally. "Today, we bring the news of a very successful business tycoon, our very own King of finance _ Ryan Anderson. A lot of rumors have been spreading about the root of Mr Anderson's wealth," Anne, a top broadcaster reported. "The police are currently investigating Mr Anderson and are probably on their way to the company," Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added.

Earning two hundred thousand dollars a month was definitely worth it. "Dreaming about me?" Adrian asked, disrupting my thoughts. Scoffing in disgust, I squinted my eyes open, glaring at him, "Can you just hush?" "Why? Afraid you'll fall for me if I keep talking?" Oh gosh! This guy is even more annoying than a second grader. What did I do to cross paths with such an idiot! Forcing a smile, I took in deep breaths to calm my nerves. "This is a five hour flight. Would it kill you to be quiet just for that much?"

the henchman answered. "The fuck do you mean by that? Your orders were the billionaire, not his woman, for Christ's sake!" A voice from behind chimed in, another familiar voice. "The girl saw my face. We couldn’t leave her. Besides, her family is probably loaded, so it’s a win-win." That was a lie, I never saw a face, it was intentional. "Win-win? Did you say win-win? The fuck is wrong with you? It’s already hard enough that we took the country’s golden prince; now we have to deal with her too?"

Her room setting was looking expensively simple, the wardrobes made it expensive, new expensive fitting shoes, fitting bra that had her wondering how they knew her size, pants, mini dresses which she loved. She laid back on her bed, yawning, her eyes began feeling drowsy, before she fell asleep 'She hadn't had a proper rest last night, chatting and talking to people who would save her little cousin from the hands of death'. Two and a half hour gone, even the maids had forgotten to wake her or inform her about the boss arrival. Till the boss finally walked in at night, seeing the girl sleeping peacefully on the bed, her gown rolled up to her upper thighs.