Billionaire Night Routine Novels & Stories

he said, l looked at Max laying comfortably on the bed and followed him out of the room, he led the way to what was a very spacious kitchen that seemed to have everything, it was so clean and neat that i would see my reflection everywhere, It was by far the most beautiful kitchen i had led my eyes on "Everything you need is here, you can cook while l go out" he said, I wondered where he was going, the guy hadn't even changed out of his wedding suite. I watched as he walked out of the door and turned to look at the most luxious kitchen i had even seen, l opened the fridge and truth to tell, everything was there. I spent the next hour cooking and afterwards ate alone, there was no body in the

he muttered before taking up a small briefcase that was lying on his bed. Aiden was a billionaire who, even though he had a family fortune, worked his way up until he was now one of the richest developer/real estate consultants in the entire state. He liked having fun, but he liked being in charge more. Being a boss gave him a sense of rush and excitement that no other feeling in the entire world could match. He was the type of man to turn heads wherever he went, and he wasn't ashamed of it. He basked in the glory of being that powerful. Women would flock to his feet and he would pick, choose and refuse whomever he wanted at that moment.

"Fuck, this was good." I say nothing. "Drained already. Are you this good?" "Am I?" "You're exceptional. I've never been fucked this way before. Where the hell have you been?" "Still want another round?" "This one round takes care of multiple orgasms. I'll sleep now. But you can wake me up at night if you feel like you can't help it." "I will," I say.

He liked to rewatch his own parties, like some people rewatch war documentaries. No one knew how much the night cost—rumors ranged from three to eight million. But money wasn’t the point. Power was. Image was. And in that moment, bathed in neon and synth, Maximus Wallace was the wealthiest bachelor in New york that never cared how it ended, only how brightly it burned.

The headlines flashed dangerously before me: “Billionaire Big-shot busted in bathroom bonanza with another dude;” “Toilet tryst torches tycoon’s rep: caught pants-down with a guy;” “Filthy rich and filthy habits: billionaire’s bathroom boy-toy bust;” The morbid names kept coming, each worse than the order that held me bound to where I was as I watched him leave the bathroom. As soon as his presence left I felt some sort of motion in my bones. I moved slowly, pushing the door.

I always get what I want and know I know exactly what else is on those lists of things I want to my myself. It's 8pm Paris time and I'm resting in my study waiting for Nathaniel to get me information on this mysterious girl that's managed to catch my eye. I admit this is way out of character I don't really have to chase girls, I guess that's the advantages of being 30 year old hot billionaire every girl wants your attention. And mysterious girl is probably no different I just have to be in same room as her long enough to recognize me and she'll be falling at my feet like they always do.

“Three outlets already. By nine it will be everywhere.” “Send it,” he said. He was already reaching for his personal phone. The email arrived before he finished the sentence. He opened it and read the headline first. “Billionaire Hiding Pregnant Mistress: Inside The Christopher Estate’s Best Kept Secret.” He looked at the photograph. He looked at it for a long time.

The whole Office building is quiet and the lights are off but still, The lights of the CEO's office are on and can hear typing sounds. Aaron sighed and finished his work look at his hand watch it is already 10:30 P.M. Aaron rubbed the temple of his eyes. His eyes reached the magazine which was on the table. He picks up the magazine. His photo was on the cover of the magazine with the title “The Youngest Billionaire of the Year- Aaron Patterson”

he said “Continue your shopping spree. I would even thank you for being too lavish.” He said and let out a chuckle. Did I just hear him right? He's not angry. He even looked please to what I did. Is he really that rich for him to see two billion as a penny? With two billion, I can already pay my rent for several centuries. “Let's see if your spending can surpass my ability to earn money. I earn almost a hundred billion a day, can you also spend a hundred billion for today?” I almost gasp to what he said

"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."