Boujee Book Novels & Stories

The beast who had pinned my shoulders down and hammered into me last night was completely gone, replaced by the cold, unreadable billionaire CEO. "Take these," he said, setting the tray on the nightstand. His voice was level, completely lacking the gravelly tone he used when he was coming. "It’s for the headache. The remnants of the sedative should be entirely out of your system by noon." I reached out from under the blanket, keeping it pinned to my chest as I took the pills and swallowed them with the water. My hands were shaking slightly under his intense, gray gaze. "Where are you going?" I asked, my voice small and raspy.

I thought about going to the club and getting someone to take the edge right off but I wasn't exactly that kind of person. I needed to have a kind of connection, no matter how little with whoever I was going to have sex with. I guess that was why I hadn't gotten laid in quite a while. The alarm on my phone blared suddenly and I turned my attention to my phone screen, realizing what time it was. I had scheduled a visit to the bookshop to get a few books that I needed to write a few scenes in my story. Other more open authors would have probably taken the opportunity to explore or something. I couldn't exactly imagine myself walking into a sex toy shop on my own or worse, getting a BDSM club m

Just as the pen was about to touch the paper, they heard a bright voice coming from behind them. "Wait!" It was Caroline. As she walked toward them, she combed her tousled hair with her fingers and stopped beside Brie. She scanned the words on the page and then turned to look at Brie. Caroline's stare caused Brie's heart to jump into her mouth. "W—what do you want?" "Ms. Collins, you're quite absentminded, aren't you? You haven't given me the 20 million dollars that you owe me." "When did I ever owe you—" Brie's voice trailed off the moment she recalled the bet they made at the jewelry store before, and her face flushed red instantly. "That doesn't count! That was a scam!"

We arrive to a very pretty coffee shop named Beehive, with an even bigger bookstore next to it. "Wait! This is Dean's bookstore," I gasp when my two functioning brain cells finally connect. Madison nods and takes a seat at one of the little tables outside, "Wait, wait, let me take a look." I walk to the bookstore and look in wonder, it's even bigger and fancier than he described. I don't walk into the bookstore, I just look from the outside like a creep. I can see big posters of a Tundra Magazine, one of them is a huge poster of my mom looking like a goodess, with her blonde hair blowing and her white gown looking like it was painted onto her body.

list in the last year. To me? He's still the guy who once ran naked down Main Street with "Free the Goats!" painted across his butt cheeks. My partner in crime until we went off to separate colleges and he and his buddy went on to sell the dating website they designed for a cool twenty-three million dollars. Practically overnight, he became known as one of the hottest young entrepreneurs in the country - a far cry from the guy I knew with the overlong hair and the weird obsession with dinosaurs.

It was to fulfill her promise to Dave. But, to be honest, she was a little hesitant to go to the bookstore with the only hope of finding something. There were many books, of course, and it confused her. Which one to buy it? The introduction seemed boring—she spent a more extended time skimming some chapters—and some too business was very confusing. She could only blink blankly, not understanding at all. Moreover, there were many. She should have asked for his recommendation. She picked up a fairly thick book, around four centimeters. It had ‘Profit’ in the title. And as the title suggested, it talked about how to make a profit in any business.

I told my parents I'd made plans with a friend and needed to step out for a bit. My mom fussed and told me to be home early. I smiled and said I would. But I knew I was never coming back. I used a second phone I'd prepared in advance and called an Uber. Under Sophie's cover, I shook the two bodyguards and headed straight for the airport. On the way, I tossed my SIM card. I threw away every designer dress, every handbag, every piece of jewelry Dominic had bought me. Including the million-dollar check I'd never cashed.

"You… I can always arrange a date for you." His lips curved upward as he waved the heavy book in her line of vision as easily as if it were a sheet of paper. "I don't want a date, Miss Stone. Here. You can take this—it has some history of Lyon, if you'd like." He set it on the ottoman. He had a lovely, lazy kind of smile, and she felt it curl her toes. "I feel like I'm robbing you blind," she said, lifting the book. He paused in the center of the room and stared at her with deep, obsidian eyes. "If I allowed it, it wouldn't be robbery, would it?"

he said. I looked out the window. “There’s a bookshop,” I said. “Two streets from the market. So small you have to turn sideways in the aisles. I bought two books I didn’t need.” “What kind.” “One about a woman who builds boats. One about a city that doesn’t exist.” He made a sound that was almost a laugh. “Of course.” “Of course what.” “You’d find the one bookshop,” he said. “In the whole city. First month.”

He was carrying a cup of coffee, his sharp features relaxed in a way that made him seem younger. “Ah, The Billionaire’s Blueprint,” he said, sitting across from me. “Great book. I’ve read it twice.” I raised an eyebrow, setting the book down. “Twice, huh? No wonder you’ve done so well for yourself. You’ve got the billionaire mindset.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. “Well, it helps when you apply the principles. It’s one thing to read about discipline and calculated risks; it’s another to live them.”