Billionaires Ceo Obsession Novels & Stories

If only they knew what he said to her. “Listen, I know I shouldn't have hit him, but he deserved it!” They both stared at her as though she said something ominous. Katrina walked up to her with so much anger in her eyes. “Do you know the guy you hit is the most powerful and influential Mafia billionaire in the whole of Southampton?” At that moment, Paula panicked. She missed her step and staggered backwards. No way, it can't be that she's gotten herself into a deeper trouble.

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 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.

But yet, they pressed on, always wanting more glory, more power. He shook his head ruefully. He was not different. His multiple businesses had not been enough -- could not be enough. He was still striving to conquer more territory. It was as though there was a gaping hole in each one of his family's heart, and they struggled to fill it with wealth and glory, yet one new conquest fired up a thirst for the next. He remembered the reason he had called. 'Mother, I want to hire a private investigator -- I have a feeling you would know the best.'

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

Kourtney reaffirmed. Lilian's eyes widened even further. She was flabbergasted and could not believe her ears. "Sebastian Woods? THE Sebastian Woods? The Almighty President of Woods Corp? The Stone-cold man who rules the Melbourne Business Industry? Forbes #7 Richest CEO under 30? The same godlike Billionaire who's known for his reclusive nature and his hatred for women?" Lilian's asked in one breath. Her voice was filled with disbelief. She thought Kourtney was pulling her legs with that revelation. "Kourt, come on, this has got to be a joke. Right? You're joking, right?”