Boujee Book Novels & Stories

Bryan declared as the car came to a halt, and he opened the door. "Don't come with me, I'll be fine," I ushered him back when he wanted to go with me. As I stepped into the boutique, my mind raced and my breath caught in my throat. 'Didn't I tell Bryan to take me to a classic one? This was beyond classic.' As I pushed the door open, my eyes widened in shock, a feeling of awe washed over me. I had never seen such extravagance before. The boutique shone before my eyes, like a gemstone. It's sleek glass reflecting the vibrant hues of designer gowns and lots of sparkling jewelries. The scale of wealth on display made me feel like I was on another planet.

The truth is, the way he answered my questions turned me on. “We should really be at a boutique,” he said. “I don’t think the mall has anything to suit a woman as fine as you are.” “A boutique!?” I laughed. “You’re the billionaire, not me. I shop where I can afford to. And hey! I find some cute things. I don’t have to wear a thousand-dollar dress to look good.” I made him laugh. I could tell he was a humble man, but his taste was very expensive. And given his answer, he didn’t mind spending money on things that mattered to him.

I spread the butter evenly on my bread, that was the previous night and it's morning I have to prepare myself. "Thank God for Mr Billionaire I would have been kicked out of this cottage" I grumbled picking my hot tea I took my phone to call Salome, a good friend of mine "Hey Salome! how are you?" I asked happily "Am good. At least not blowing like you," We laughed "I heard you had a billionaire client" She said surprised "Yeah" I answered reluctantly "We were at Breton Hotels and Suites" "Wow! Aria am beginning to feel the agency is not fair" She complained

I huff I've been reading this book titled "Her Billionaire Boyfriend" since I came back into the room after touring the villa which is unbelievably spacious and intricate. I found a pool at the back and I made a plan to visit it this evening. I glance at the wall clock to see it's 3 pm and I sauntered out of the sofa to the walk-in closet to get the bikini Anne packed for me. Checking myself in the mirror, my mind drifts back to what Anne told me when she packed this bikini inside my suitcase. I had thought it was unnecessary because I am not comfortable in exposing clothes but she had told me Zion would fall on his knees if he saw me in this.

It was natural for him to have a business mindset. Jeoff, even you’re still very young, you already know how to count? Using abacus as hobby? Nice. Your purpose in this life is to become a businessman. Whhhow! Let’s clap our hands for him! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

He was exactly what Linda had promised—a waiter at our favorite bistro, charming and handsome with an accent that made everything sound poetic. "You are American?" he asked, refilling my wine. "Guilty." "First time in Paris?" "Yes." "Then you must let me show you the real Paris. Not tourist places. Real places." Mom kicked me under the table. Linda winked. The entire book club was suddenly very interested in their menus. "I don't know," I started. "Just coffee," Jean-Baptiste said. "Tomorrow afternoon? I show you my favorite bookshop. Very romantic." Before I could think better of it: "Okay. Coffee."

She nod her head before I walk away to scan for books. "I hope there is that book that Dawson was referring to." I murmured to myself. I do not want to believe him when he said that I can only buy that book in New York. What an expensive outlet of reference he got there, that boo-hoo. Instead of finding that big book on the hardbound section, I notice a colorful book with green as a dominant on its book cover and its title kinds of catch my attention. "Buy Yourself the Fcking Lilies?" I murmured and started opening the book pages and saw some notes which made me conclude that it is a self-help book.

I mutter with a snicker. She grimaces in chagrin but doesn’t deny it. Instead, she smacks my shoulder and waggles her eyebrows. “Come on, Zoe, give me something. All I do is stamp books all day.” She says with a whiny tone. I stare ahead, trying to think of a good response, then I remember. “Well, there was a new guy. You should have seen him. He was gorgeous. Tall, muscular, and pale with ebony hair that falls to his shoulders. I think Sahara is going to make him a fighter too.” Bree squeals in excitement. “Ooh, he sounds hot. I wish I could have seen him.”

He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he

Her exotic features made her noticeable out of the locals, plus the fact she worked as a masseur made her an easy target for lewd clients. “I’ll be fine,” I said cheerfully. “But before getting the cake, there’s a new book I want to get at Le Bookies.” “Sure.” He handed me a wad of notes. “I know you love to read.” “I have a job, dear.” “Think of it as an early Valentine’s present.” He pushed the notes into my pocket. “I’ll see you later in three hours.” The sun was just overhead. I headed towards the nearest bus stop to take the next ride to the neighbourhood shopping centre. It was a short wait. There, I immediately grabbed my book from the bookstore and paid with Jacques’ money.