Billionaire Night Routine Novels & Stories

she says “Well, turns out the guy I had a one-night stand with is the billionaire, Jim Dan” “Stop joking” “I’m dead ass” I smile “Girl, you just won a lottery” “Well yeah, and he came to the coffeehouse today too, so maybe it might not end at one-night stand” I smirk “You nasty bitch” Kendra says “Well I’m exhausted from today and I genuinely need to sleep” I say to Kendra as I walk into my room and lay on my bed. I envision thoughts of dating a billionaire, getting married and living in a good-looking house. All these thoughts make me fall asleep.

I walked out of my bedroom and walked to the kitchen. Yes, I have a lot of them. Actually I am a billionaire. Many of you can ask where I am working at the club and cafe instead of working or having a company. I did not get any college education nonetheless high school education therefore if people find out that I am rich, they will start to ask where my money comes from. Working in a club pays a lot. I only work as a bartender on Tuesdays and Thursdays then the rest of the days I work as a stripper. I also do lap dances. So most of the time, I go home with more than a hundred thousand dollars. So some people know I am rich but not that rich. I am sure they will be shocked when they find out

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

the blonde asked, her voice a bit breathless. "That's Dorian Rhodes, the billionaire. He owns Rhodes Enterprises," the brunette replied knowingly. "Damn, he's fine and rich. I wonder if he's single." "A man like that? Never." Dorian couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. He wasn't oblivious to the attention, but his thoughts were all about Eva. He passed Leeann's office and peeked inside. She was on a call but waved at him with a wide grin. He nodded in return before finally arriving at Eva's door. With a playful smirk, he knocked in a light, rhythmic beat.

“You can come back tomorrow, really early. Or, you know, hang around for a while. Sometimes these billionaires get bored, cancel last minute, head off to a hotel with their mistress or whatever. Typical stuff. You might get lucky.” That caught me off guard. I tilted my head slightly. He finally looked up. Young, maybe mid-twenties. Dreadlocks pulled into a neat bun. Clear eyes. Calm face. Zero trace of intimidation. I raised a brow. “Is that so? That’s a pretty bold take.” He shrugged, resting his elbow on the counter now, fingers still idly drumming against the keyboard. “You asked for a table. I told you how it works,” he said casually. “It’s not a take. It’s facts. Rich folks cancel all t

“You look exactly like the pictures.” The images Mira had shown her flashed through her mind. She clenched her jaw and remained silent. “I heard your dad is really rich. What would make you do something like that, huh?” No reply. “I mean, I’m not surprised. Women these days—greedy, lazy, never willing to put in real work unless it involves spreading their legs.” He spat the words with disgust.

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But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.