Billionaire Night Routine Novels & Stories

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.”

The only difference was that Lauren had a rounder, perkier backside. On the other hand, Aspen was more like a delicate girl next door, stripped down and vulnerable. Nothing about her body screamed "extra", but everything was just right in every place. It was the kind of figure that came together in perfect harmony—not an inch too much or too little. Shoving away the rising heat in his body, Andrew turned off the lights and collapsed on the couch. Why was a billionaire CEO of an investment firm sleeping on a couch instead of booking a separate room? Why did a handsome, wealthy man choose not to share a bed with the gorgeous woman lying there?

"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."

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

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 stumbled into a living nightmare." "What nightmare? I swear, our brains are wired completely differently," she says, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "You stumbled into the ultimate jackpot." She grabs my arm tightly with both hands, leaning in. "Noah—the most gorgeous, hyper-successful, most wanted billionaire of our generation, whose name lives on the Forbes list—is completely obsessed with you. He literally just handed you seventy days of himself wrapped in a medical miracle for your son."