Billionaire One Night Stand Novels & Stories

She explained the new technology simply, and all the billionaires in the room nodded because they liked what they heard. When she finished, everyone stood up and clapped loudly. Everything was so well-organized. The waiters brought out delicious food at just the right time. The guests were very happy and impressed. They could see how much care went into the project, and they really trusted what the Yates family was doing. As the night ended, Larry Jameson walked up to Lucas and Selene. Larry was the head of a very famous and rich family, and he was usually very hard to impress. But today, he looked very respectful.

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

"... you're my revenge." Something in his expression shifted. "Revenge," he repeated. "By the time I'm done, he won't even be a memory." "I'm only asking for one night." I tilted my head. "Think you can handle that?" He held out his hand, that unhurried certainty back in his eyes and then I put my hand in his. "You, the only problem with one night..." His voice dropped. "... is that one night is never enough."

According to the information given by her manager, she was horrified that her gut was shaking for a moment, but then his personality would elevate her image and perhaps make her a brand model for Louis Vuitton. Plus, she had received an invitation from Senior Daniels. Joshua couldn’t dare lay a hand on him. Confidence, Martha! We have to impress him!” the girl fingered her confidence to wake it up. Joshua’s hand went to her face, and his fingers held her chin harshly. Even the blood around the chin gathered painfully. But the girl was patient with him. She knew all billionaires always had some sort of fetish for torture. At least this billionaire was young and scrumptious.

“I don’t think I heard you right, because it sounded like you said one million.” I put the cup down, and arranged myself. “You didn’t hear wrong. I got one million.” Her jaw dropped. “One million what? Pounds?” I nodded She unfolded her legs from underneath her and sat upright. “Is this all a scam?” I shook my head and reached forward to grab my drink. “How can it not be a scam?” she exploded. “What mad maniac pays one million pounds for one night with a girl?” I abandoned the drink. “Brent Lucan.”

It didn't stop here but I brought up the paper. “Use it as your payment?” I read out loud. I stamped it on the table, my eyes narrowed and my chest was filled with anger. This really pissed me because I really remembered what happened. “Is she taking me as a slut to pay for my services?” This was the first time someone dared to insult me. This was a great insult stamped on my face. Paying a billionaire for a one-night stand? I was expecting she would wake up in the morning and demand for her payment, then I'll gladly give it to her. I haven't done one-night stands before but I've heard the man pays the woman. I derived pleasure from her, I should pay her.

“I’ll pay you a large sum upfront, and when our arrangement ends, you’ll get another substantial payment. It’s strictly business.” I blinked at him, stunned into silence. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek card. “Think about it,” he said, handing it to me. “Call me when you’re ready.” Then, he stood and walked away, leaving me staring at the card in disbelief. CEO of Logan Group. My heart skipped a beat. The man I had a one-night stand with is a billionaire? My fingers trembled as I clutched the card, unable to believe it .

“The man who paid for the room was Mr. Lucian Draxen.” Selena gasped. I stared blankly. “Who?” The receptionist blinked at me. “You don’t know Lucian Draxen?” Before I could respond, Selena grabbed my hand. “Thank you,” she said quickly, dragging me outside. I yanked free once we hit the street. “Selena! We still don’t know anything.” “We do.” She shoved my phone at me. “G****e him.” My hands shook as I typed. And then—his face. Everywhere. Magazine covers, headlines, glossy event photos. Lucian Draxen. Billionaire. New York’s elite. Suits that looked stitched from money itself. Surrounded by models, celebrities, power players.