Black Tie Billionaire Novels & Stories

'Ok ma, so what do you have me do? 'There' s a billionaire I love and desire him my sister is an obstacle' 'I should get the obstacle out of the way' He is more interested in her than me' 'If you could Kidnap her, he would pay any ransom to get her back 'Wow, cool business' He grinned. 'And I can also have him solely to myself' 'Evil genius' he grinned slowly 'if he could get me pregnant, I would become ultimately part of his life' 'I should get you down first'

That's something at least. I erased tonight's footage from the computer and the cloud and switched the cameras off. Exiting the office, I closed the door and moved towards the entrance. It was left open still. Agent Michael held the distraction I tucked my hand in my pocket and walked briskly 64.0% 17:07 N10,000 to #100,000 Get an instant loan up to... Apply nowThe Billionaire's Bodyguard away. I saw him in the car with the owner as he tried to hold him back, passing him a wink, he heaved a large sigh then straightened his back.

I remember our manager informing us about this certain customer. The man right here was described as " The Most Notorious Billionaire Of America ". He owns multiple casinos bars in Las Vegas, but that is not even half his empire, he is the CEO of one the leading company with multiple branches all around the world. Surrounded by wealth, he has a high temper and attitude. He dates the most famous models only. That is what the paparazzi have posted. and what did I do? I tumbled a 85 degrees Celsius hot soup right on him. Wait a minute, rich people wear expensive clothes! That 3 piece suit must be the work of the most famous designer, rich people don't expect anything less.

Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added. "Well, I'm not surprised. Most business tycoons' wealth is not usually from a pure source. Anne said. "One time I heard Mr Anderson trafficking illegal goods and is in a close partnership with drug dealers," she continued, in a cheesy way that added more spice to the tea. "Oh my goodness! You don't mean it," Bryan added cheesily and the news went on till it ended. "Serves him right," Amelia muttered as she switched off the TV. .... "I need you to fire those reporters before the end of the week," Ryan thundered across the office.

I was beyond shocked. A man in a black suit has a sharp jaw, dark eyes that looked like they did not see much that surprised them anymore. He had no smile on. I scrolled down through the headlines. Youngest billionaire in the city. CEO of Knight Holdings. Known for ruthless business decisions. Has destroyed competitors without showing any mercy. Linked to multiple corporate scandals. Untouchable. I clicked on an article. There were photos of him at galas and business events, always in black, always with the same unreadable expression. People around him in the photos stood slightly apart, the way people stand when they are not completely comfortable.

"Pick me up at seven tonight." "Yes, Mr. Zerok." Killian Zerok looked nothing like the man who had crushed a witch's heart in his bare hand yesterday. Today, he wore a burgundy Brioni suit tailored so precisely. A crisp white shirt. A floral tie with a subtle pattern. Well-polished John Lobb shoes. A Vacheron Constantin watch that cost more than most people's cars sat on his wrist. He looked exactly like what he was supposed to be: a thirty-year-old tech billionaire worth thirty billion dollars.

I whispered, our ragged breathing mingling as I pushed lightly against his chest. He stood again and released me for only a moment, before he paused and gazed at me, and I could see that his eyes were wide and full of want. "Let me, please.” My voice was soft and cajoling. I really wanted to undress him. He sat back on his heels, then I leaned forward and grabbed his black tie, slowly undoing it and pulling it free. He raised his chin to let me tackle the top button of his white shirt and when it was undone, I moved on to his cuffs. I noticed that he was wearing platinum cufflinks. Of course, he was. He was a billionaire, after all.

Every head in the room turned toward the doorway. Nikolai moved with effortless confidence, his presence commanding attention before he'd spoken a word. His charcoal three-piece suit fit perfectly, tailored to emphasize his broad shoulders and lean frame. The jacket hung open just enough to reveal a burgundy silk tie and the faintest hint of black ink peeking above his collar, that tattoo Tiana knew so well. His expression cool and unreadable. Every inch the billionaire heir. Tiana's hand jerked, her portfolio sliding an inch across the table. Her breath caught audibly, drawing a quick glance from the marketing director beside her.