Billionaires Ceo Obsession Novels & Stories

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

I expected him to be more focussed on profit – but then, perhaps it’s a front as I imagine he has to have meetings like this all the time, and wants to give the impression that we’re a caring corporation. We go from the office to a car that’s waiting outside, and again I’m in for a surprise when he gets into the driver’s seat. I fully expected that he would be the chauffer driven type. I hate to admit it, but the level of comfort in his overpriced leather heated seat sportscar was exquisite. I spent as little as I could when buying my little citycar so that it didn’t impact too much on my savings schedule. I hate to see the stark difference that money makes. “The restaurant we’re going t

I caught him going through my watch collection, stuffing his pockets with Rolexes and Audemars. I didn’t have my security get rid of him; I tossed him out on his ass myself. See, I’m not like the rest of those billionaire CEOs you see on TV being heralded as geniuses when really, they just stole other people’s work and passed it off as their own. I am a hands-on guy who came from nothing, and no matter how many expensive suits or supercars I buy, I guess I still have a bit of that working-man’s mentality in me. I’m less Bill Gates and more Tony Stark—only without the Iron Man suit.

Amber kept silent waiting for him to continue because she wasn't getting what he was trying to say. Since when did billionaires start competing for power and wealth? Amber thought. Xavier knew immediately her silence was because she had no idea what he was saying so he elaborated it to her, "Each year the Billionaires Club Wealth hold an annual event where they calculate the total amount of money owned by different CEOs over the years, the one with the highest amount is the winner and he gets to be on Magazines, TV shows, he is going to be known worldwide as San Francisco #1 Billionaire CEO and this year I am the winner" Xavier said proudly. Amber finally understood what he meant, so that's

I have to know why the man was so riled up to the extent that triggered such a reaction. If there had been an incident related to this company which had cost someone's life, it'd be scattered around the Internet. I've figured out that what those media hounds backed up by Dante’s rivals are craving is the downfall of the company. They can do anything to make sure it not only goes bankrupt but gets forgotten, and Morris has lent them a hand for selfish reasons while pretending to be the good cousin. I only looked up from my desktop when Gina returned to announce that it was closing time and we were the only ones left. She gathered a few of my things, which I couldn't do without, while I grabbe

The thing with being extremely wealthy is that everyone wants to have something to say about you. It seems as if their two cents matter —well public opinion does matter in the grand scheme of things— but this generation has made it an unwritten rule to always have their eyes on the rich. It’s an obsession people these days use in order to get through their shitty lives. An evasive obsession. Art of escapism? “Mum did you call me this morning because of the loads of nonsense these tabloids have to say about me?” King spoke with a glint of unbelief in his voice.

She felt a surge of adrenaline. This was her chance to escape the poverty, the debt. She just had to hold this opportunity tight. She had to be exactly who he wanted her to be. ​They entered the high-tech meeting room where four powerful men were already seated. They were some of the biggest players in the shipping industry, but they all stood up the moment August walked in. ​"August! Good to see you," one of the men said, his eyes immediately drifting to Rossy. "And this is...?"

I want to be the only one who makes her toes curl the only one who makes her beg. I blinked. "…with what?" I groaned, rubbing my temples and started again. "All subsidiary equity interests shall be restructured in accordance..." I snapped the folder shut with a frustrated sigh. "Jesus. I’ve read this line three times and still have no idea what the hell it says." I eyed the growing bulge on my trousers "Great. Just fucking great" Putting the file back into the remaining stack, I get up ready to go when the door swings open, and Rebecca, one of my directors, strode in, her heels clicking on the hardwood.

"In thirty years of politics, I've never seen numbers move like this. Someone is playing a very expensive game with your campaign." King leaned forward. "Chairman, do you have any idea who might have this kind of reach?" "A short list." Papers rustled on Dubem's end. "There are maybe five or six individuals in this state with the resources to commission overnight polling across three firms. King, you're one of them. The Obi family trusts, Senator Chen's old network and a few corporate conglomerates." "But none of them have a clear motive to help Victoria," King said slowly. "Not without strings attached."

“You’re not anyone, princess. I can give up this fucking world for you.” I held my eyes to investigate his and read the sincerity in them. Really? “Can you give up everything for me? This company, your insane amount of wealth, your status in the society, everything related to billions in your account?” I asked, nausea hitting me as I waited impatiently for him to answer me.