Billionaire Night Routine Novelas e Histórias

Miguel Gunther Salvatierra, the 29-year-old billionaire and CEO of a multinational company, was busy moving from one desk to another. His office, located on the 30th floor of a tall building, was filled with luxurious furniture and modern technology. He was preoccupied with finishing some paperwork when his secretary, Beatrice, entered his office. “Sir Miguel, the reports you requested are here,” she said. The concern in the elderly woman’s voice was evident.

I told them, but they seemed lost in their own world, so I left them to it and headed to my room to get dressed. I can’t wait to be there. — “Good evening, ladies, welcome to our humble abode,” greeted a tall man as we arrived. He was dressed casually in white six-pocket shorts and a black V-neck shirt. On his left wrist was a Patek Philippe Gold Chronograph—a simple-looking watch, but it’s worth 6.8 million dollars, quite pricey. “Cut the crap, Lee,” Kei responded, surprising me. Not because she could talk like that, but because she knew the guy who greeted us. “Friendship, meet my business partner, Leeservian Dominic.”

"Why did you return it?" "Because it felt like you were paying for my services the previous night. I'm not a prostitute." "It was my way of saying thankyou." "Thankyou?" He drops his spoon and clears his throat. "Can I be honest with you, Dani?" He starts. "I'm a billionaire with a boring life. All I do is spend hours at the office. Stuck on my computer. Holding meetings. Signing brand deals. Shaking hands with clients. Faking smiles. For the past ten years, this company has been my life. Very rarely do I meet people who make me have fun. You did that, Dani. You made me have fun that night. Lots of fun. And I don't just mean the sèx. I mean everything. Even the kids game."

As the evening sun cast a warm glow through the office windows, George stood in front of the full-length mirror, meticulously adjusting his tie. He smoothed down his perfectly tailored suit and admired his reflection, a smirk playing on his lips. Tonight was the billionaire party, and he intended to make quite an entrance. It had only been a few months he started learning the do's and don'ts being a millionaire and owning a company he never tried one of those he has always been dependent on lotus father's money but now he wants to win her heart he had to do some certain things by himself.

"How were your parents?" "They were pretty cool people. I didn't spend much time with them but when I did, I'd have the best time," she said with a small smile. "I'm sorry if my question was too personal." "It wasn't." She laughed. "I'm happy that you're interested in them though." "Your turn," I reminded. "What are your thoughts on love?" She asked and my gaze turned curious. "Why are you asking me that?" "I'm just curious as to why the sexy billionaire prefers stringless relationships outside his family."

Tonight was the Bennett Foundation Gala five hundred of New York's elite crammed into the Plaza, writing checks they'd never miss to causes they would never think about again. And he would be there. Dante Russo. My chest tightened just thinking his name. I'd seen his face in Forbes, in the Wall Street Journal, on the covers of magazines that treated him like some kind of king. CEO. Philanthropist. Self-made billionaire. They had no idea what he really was. What we really were. I turned from the window and picked up my clutch it was small and expensive, containing nothing but lipstick, a fake ID, and the kind of courage that only comes from having nothing left to lose.

I was even thinking of it in quotations, like it was incredibly important and secret. I wondered what the billionaire was doing this late at night, other than throwing out broken surfboards. I didn't actually know much about him. Sure, I of course had Googled him, but even the internet knew remarkably little about the reclusive billionaire. His two partners had several pages of information, but not him.

I said to him. I called Joe to get me some girls maybe four girl for tonight, ending the call and talking about girls maybe the sexy girls is not working today, I dropped my phone and entered the bathroom to shower. Coming out of the shower with a towel. My billionaire friends were already calling me and asking me about tomorrow telling they were invited and that they are gonna come with different girls for me and for everyone laughing and ending the call. I started thinking about sexy girl who knows what she’s gonna wear, besides just in few minutes the news have already gone all over the world about my anniversary, 'Life of a trillion dollar man', I said to myself with a smirk on my face

PICKING UP WHERE EVERYTHING IS LEFT OFF. SYNOPSIS OF BOOK 2 BILLIONAIRE'S STRIPPER DOLL: Tobias Ashford, the self made Billionaire, slept with Hazel Cameron, an unusual Stripper in a drunken night and now she was fixed on making him take responsibility for stealing her virginity.

I did want to decline his offer, but Miller spared me a glare, and I knew what that meant. We left for a high-class bar which was a few miles after the boutique. Seated and relaxing my muscles, I went through my phone to avoid us starting a conversation. "I heard you were coronated as the youngest billionaire of New York last year at the Billionaire's festive award." He let out, which for some reason caught my attention. I ran my hand in my hair before replying to his comment, "Since you are aware of that, I don't see why you chose to remind me."