Billionaire One Night Stand Novels & Stories

Everette cries bitterly and holds on to her mom's feet. "You slept with an unknown man. A man you know nothing about. A man you didn't see. What's the difference between you and a prostitute? You are a prostitute! Go on! Go and look for that unknown man and live with him. You could not control yourself. Just four days to your wedding, four days to getting married to Jim. Four days to get into a respectable family and be upheld with respect forever, you destroyed it with your own hands. Not only did you bring shame upon yourself, you brought shame to me and my family. Get out! I don't need you anymore." Her mom screams at her and pushes her away with force. Everette stumbles back as the words

"I stay with my parents. We've not been on good terms so I don't go to the house lately." Ivan burst into laughter. "The richest bachelor...." "Sorry!" He corrected himself when Diane threw a glare at him. "I mean, you're literally one of the richest beings on this earth and here you are, complaining that you don't have a home. Impressive!" Connor ignored his best friend and turned his attention to Diane. "I'm homeless." She smiled. "That's not possible." "It's up to you if you wanna marry a homeless man." "He's trying to avoid his responsibility. Don't let him." Ivan directed at Diane.

Grace couldn't help but wonder. ************* The man Grace had just encountered at the elevator was also a billionaire; he was also a young billionaire Alpha, as Alpha Nelson was. He had come to discuss business with Alpha Nelson’s company, and just when he was done and was trying to get hold of his subordinate, he entered an elevator with Grace. Though he really had no clear idea of who she was, he felt himself wanting to know her more, and when he had tried to talk to Grace after she had given him a very long stare, Grace had just rushed out of the elevator as though he looked like some killer or something like that.

He asked like he was daring me to say I didn't. But how was I supposed to understand all that when he was speaking so fast? He's looking for reasons to not like me, that much is obvious. How do I explain to my parents that I came here single and now I'm suddenly married to a freaking billionaire? “If you would please speak slowly, then it would be appreciated,” I say, faking a smile. And it was clear he heard the sass in my voice because his lips formed a frown as he stared at me, clearly not appreciating the tone.

Book 4 is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the Billionaire's secret baby series. ——————- I had a one-night stand with my billionaire boss and surprise! I’m pregnant. And he cannot know. Travis Caldwell. The chiseled Greek god in a suit. It all started when I sold my company to him, which made him my new boss. We were instant enemies. His plans for my business make me want to scream. But before I know it he’s making me scream in the bedroom.

The faster way to get him out of here was to say what he wanted. As I closed my eyes in bed, I felt his hand pull up the blanket to my neck. I wanted to look at him once again, but I feared that something I had not bargained for was going to happen. Of course, my life was that messed up because I surely did not have that kind of luck ever in my life. The man I thought I was having a one-night stand with had to be my boss. I felt his hand brush my hair gently, and my breath caught in my throat as I tried to ignore the burning feeling of his fingertips against my skin.

"Yes, baby! A huge one, I can smell the money coming to my savings." Ruby hisses, "Don't call me baby!" Tony called me baby too. It means baby sister to him. But the last time he called Ruby 'baby' there were paparazzi there, and they made it a headline. 'Hollywood babe Ruby Underhill snagged Tech Billionaire Anthony Lockwood.' "Then why did you two come together?" I ask.

A man. He was turned slightly away, one arm bent under his head, the other resting over the pillow where I’d been. His hair was dark, a little messy from sleep, and the morning light caught on the sharp line of his jaw. He looked unreal, like someone who didn’t belong in the same world as me. And then I saw his face clearly. I stopped breathing. Zachary Moreau. Even people like me, who lived on scholarships and instant noodles, knew that name. The heir to Moreau International. Every business headline, every glossy magazine, every charity gala. The kind of man you read about but never meet.

But that wasn’t the worst part. "Billionaire Damian Cross and Mystery Woman Caught in a Tense Reunion – A Scandalous Past?" I scrolled further. Dozens of speculations flooded the page. "Ex-lovers rekindling an old flame?" "Who is the woman that rattled the tech mogul?" "Damian Cross's past comes knocking – and she doesn’t look happy." My stomach twisted as I read the last line: "Insider sources claim this woman could be tied to the billionaire's forgotten past."

Then suddenly, she smiled so brightly, and soon she was laughing so hard that I had to wonder what if she has gone crazy. “You dirty whore! Don’t tell me a one-night stand is all it took to get you to pay attention to your outfit. Damn! That guy must have screwed you senseless last night. Was he that good? Come on, share his contact, I need to have a taste of his boner, I need to…” “Don’t you fucking dare!” I scolded furiously. I had no idea that I was yelling and glaring at her until she burst into another round of laughter.