Billionaires Ceo Obsession Novels & Stories

He lifted his crescent eyes filled with deceit and smiled fiendishly. When Sorren saw those eyes from his second grandson, he knew it right then what Zion truly feels. Greed. Jealousy. Power. Possessiveness. It is the same gaze that Sorren saw from his second son, Finn. Sorren owns one of the largest architectural firms in their country, and a billionaire at a time only few existed. He made decent investments and made sure all of his grandchildren would be billionaires by the time they turned 18. And that happened. Zion and Cassius can take the world with pockets full of cash. Yet, they have no desire to work for the company.

into my left ear. The Adonis who fucked with my senses within a few seconds and had no idea he did a thing took a gulp of his drink. His Adam's Apple bobbed twice and I was too entranced to not look. He dropped the now empty glass and held a finger to ward the bartender off like he Goddamned owns the place. How controlling these rich men are. From the looks of it stranger here is one of the sinfully rich dudes that Bipasha plan corporate parties for. One wonders how she doesn't have a few babies if she actually caters to people who look like this. He's all sin and seduction without making a single move.

“I filter what I tell the public. As far as they are concerned, I like rock music.” “Do you?” “A little?” “What else do you hide from the public?” “A lot.” He glanced at me and his blue eyes shone as a streetlamp passed over us but it's the way they went dead immediately we were thrown into darkness that made me swallow. I looked away and ate another spoon of ice cream. “Who's always in control? The Beast or The Billionaire?” “Both.” He said without hesitation. “Come on. There has got to be a dominant.”

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.

Meghan explained. The CEO of the company was a billionaire named Darien Harper. He had inherited the company from his father and kept it at the top of the publishing world. That was all Zach knew about him. He had a vague awareness that he was often in the news for something, but Zach didn't read the celebrity gossip news so he had no idea of the details. "The boss might be sex on legs, but I wouldn't have the guts to ask him out," Meghan said enviously. "His charisma is so overpowering. I thought I was going to melt into the floor when he asked me a question at the gala this year."

He doesn't attend alot of social events, if his not in the office, he enjoys the comfort of his multi billion dollar home. Thinking about it now, I honestly couldn't blame him, because if I had that type of luxury in my grasp, I too wouldn't go anywhere. No one would see me for a year. “It’s like he doesn’t exist,” Diane huffed, dragging a hand through her hair. “Seriously, how is a billionaire CEO this... incognito?” “I told you,” I sighed, collapsing next to her, “he’s like a damn myth. A walking enigma. If it weren’t for the night we shared, I’d think I hallucinated him.”

He was the new CEO of his father's former company and he was also excellent at what he did. I just sat there, listening and watching them with a big smile on my face. Although I'd said there shouldn't be any talk about work and money at my dinner, I couldn't stop it. They were billionaires-- successful and proud ones. It was obvious they were going to talk about their accomplishments.

"Whoever she is, he's not giving up. It's been months." "That's kind of romantic," Lena said. "In a slightly obsessive way." "It's definitely obsessive. The guy's a billionaire CEO. He could have anyone. Why is he so fixated on one woman he met once?" "Maybe she mattered," I said quietly. They both looked at me. I shrugged and took a sip of my sparkling water. "She must have," Lena said after a moment. "For him to search this long. For him to hire an investigator. She must have been something special."

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

I was scrubbing the espresso machine’s steam wand, the most satisfyingly violent task of my day, when the small, dusty television mounted in the corner above the pastry case came to life with the sound of the evening business news. "Now, turning to corporate dominance in the tech sector," the newscaster chirped, her face overly excited, "Conti Tower stock soared another 5% today following the CEO's decisive move to acquire Stellar Dynamics. Alessandro Conti, just 28, has officially solidified his position as one of the youngest and most ruthless billionaires in the Pacific Northwest." The picture flashed onto the screen, and the steam wand almost slipped from my grip. It was him. Alessandro