Black Tie Billionaire Novels & Stories

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

Agreed that Chloe deserved the nickname Medusa, because all she did was throw temper tantrums. The tapping sound of loafers echoed throughout the room. A Richard Smith had arrived with more than four bodyguards and several directors at his side. The wealthy man's bodyguards wore all black, while the directors were more varied, some wearing gray, white, and black suits but with different styles from the bodyguards. Richard Smith wore a gray custom suit whose price is unimaginable for someone who has to pay in installments for three years to buy a house. The loafers he wore were black with gray accents to match his outfit. The shop crew lined up on the right and left, welcoming the group of ri

I say and Liam hangs up. The next day I get up early to go shopping. I have to go gift shopping for my billionaire boss-friend. What could I get him that he doesn't already have? Literally after hours, I decided to get him a nice navy blue dress shirt and a cologne. Hopefully, the shirt will fit. Liam texted me that I have to reach Karter's house by 4:30 at most as Karter will be arriving at 5. So as soon as I get back from my shopping spree, I jump in the shower.

“But I’m honoured to finally introduce you to the man I’ve been keeping to myself, Dante Moreau.” Gasps. A glass shattered. Someone actually whispered holy shit. Because that name, that face, that man, wasn’t just rich. He was untouchable. Elusive. A billionaire ghost whose appearances were limited to boardrooms and court filings. No woman had ever been seen on his arm. No tabloid had ever caught him in a compromising photo. If there had been a sweepstakes for Least Likely To Be Secretly Engaged To Me, he would’ve been the odds-on favorite.

My breathing was shallow as I let him undress me, my gown pooling at my feet. Killian gulped, trialing his eyes over my body. “Truly beautiful,” he whispered. I looked away in embarrassment, covering my chest with my hand. My cheeks turned pink. Killian held my chin between his thumb and index finger, turning my face towards him. “You shouldn't hide yourself from me.” I slowly let my hand drop. My bra and panties went off next. “You're overdressed,” I murmured, tugging at his tie. He was still completely clothed while I stood in nothing but my birthday suit.

He stares back at me with his enchanting eyes holding slight emotions in them. He has a white long-sleeved shirt and grey trousers which matches his grey eyes on and a black tie. This would have been simple corporate wear if I didn’t know the man he was. He’s a billionaire and there is nothing simple about his choice of clothes. Unlike the last time I saw him a few about a week ago, there are a few stubbles on his face, giving him a mature look than usual. Maybe he is trying to redefine his look, and that’s good for him.

I muttered, my cheeks burning again. “It’s not an insult. It’s a practical observation.” He sighed, a faint hint of exasperation finally coloring his tone. “I am thirty-two years old. My family, particularly my mother, believes my sole purpose now is to provide her with grandchildren and secure the ‘dynasty’.” He said the word with palpable distaste. “The blind dates have become… relentless. They are a distraction I can no longer afford.” I just stared at him, trying to process it. The most elusive billionaire on the planet, a man who could buy and sell small countries, was being hounded by his mom to settle down. It was so bizarrely, hilariously human that it was almost believable.

Karen reassures me. I smile, grateful for her encouragement. "Thanks, Karen. You always know how to boost my confidence." As I hang up with Karen, my phone buzzes again, and this time it's Sapphire, my other best friend. "Hey, Ava! I heard you're meeting the infamous Ethan Blackwood today. Exciting!" Sapphire's bubbly voice echoes through the phone. I chuckle. "Oh, you know how they say he is too, huh?" "Of course, honey. The man's got a reputation as cold as an iceberg, but you know what they say — don't judge a billionaire by his bank account," she jokes.

Valentino chose to ignore the message from the stranger and now that in the morning he started dressing up as himself and getting rid of all things to do with his disguise. He was Valentino Araya, a billionaire who chose to hide his identity from everyone. He was the hidden billionaire who had enormous wealth and would not run out in seven generations though. His wealth not only came from the inheritance of his father, but also he had become a billionaire before while still living in England. He owned some pretty big and very successful companies there. His name was widely known in England but very few people know his true face. In the country where he lived, everyone knew him as Valentino M