Black Tie Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

Vexley Estate. Right. The job. The mysterious billionaire who didn’t want his staff to ask questions. The one who looked at me like he already knew what I was running from. Ronan Vexley. CEO. Control freak. Beautiful, terrifying man with eyes that could cut glass and a voice that could make you forget your name. I got dressed in the only clean shirt I had left. Stole a banana from the massive kitchen fruit bowl that looked more decorative than edible. My stomach growled like it hated me. I ignored it.

I would ride it all around the compound till I couldn't move my legs on it no more, and now my son rode that same bicycle. I walked away to the bar to sip some red wine while waiting for my dates. Fre minutes down, I walked back to my dresseoom, wore a well tailored suit, limited edition, a lion skin black shoes and red shade to complete my dressing. As always I looked handsome, a winck could get me the president daughter. There was a plus, I'm a billionaire. Down the stairs from behind, I saw the shape that made my heart skipped. Isabella stood there, flawless and beautiful.

"Century gold-digger. Give him an Oscar." "How much are you willing to wager that he's signed a pre-nup? Oh wait, there ain't no 'nup'!" "He's not in love with him, he's in love with the AmEx Black Card. Wake up, people." "#TheBillionairesLover is about to pass out. Guess the price of authenticity is pretty steep, huh?"

“You’ve seen him, haven’t you?” The room went silent at the name. Everyone knew who Chad Blackstone was—the elusive young billionaire, known as much for his wealth as for his icy demeanor. A man who never smiled and whose presence demanded perfection. Jasmine frowned. “Tall, cold, looks like he walked out of a GQ magazine?” “That’s the one,” Whitman said. “Don’t mess this up; you don’t get a second chance with someone like him,” Whitman added, pointing directly at her. “You’ve got one job: make him happy.”

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

His black hair was always slightly messy, like he didn’t have time to care—and somehow, that made him more dangerous. He was a billionaire by blood and grit, not birth. His past was a locked box, but rumor had it he’d clawed his way out of hell and built a tech empire with nothing but genius and rage. He didn’t beg. He didn’t kneel. Until tonight. They called him The Silent Storm.

Just tall enough that most people would need to tilt their heads slightly to meet his gaze. He’s also got dark hair which looks perfectly styled for tonight’s black tie event and that suit…. Looks like Armani, expensive and also custom made for his size and those eyes. Those dark eyes that looks not just unreadable but intense, most billionaires were easy to read because some of them were either egotistical fools, or rich smart fools who thinks the world revolves around them. And have met all kinds tonight well except for him. He’s also got the kind of face that looks more like a supermodel than just a causal billionaire CEO, with his perfectly carved sharp jaw and straight pointed nose that