Boujee Book Novels & Stories

“I see. Is it because I’m a mafia boss?” I looked away from him. “Well, yes. I mean, you don’t look like someone who would fancy reading. You’re hard as a rock, so I doubt that you are interested in books. You can’t blame me much,” I said defensively. Zayn opened the first book in his hand. “Dantes Tu…” he spoke fluidly in French, causing my jaw to drop on the floor. “So, future wife, never judge a book by its cover, you might be stunned at the various facets it would have.”

His pointed nose and full pink lips added to his perfection, making him almost breathtakingly handsome. A hard lump appeared in my throat as I tried to swallow the shock. My heart drummed harder, causing my breathing to come out in pants. Jaxson... my eyes were yet to believe it. He was a mere poor orphan who worked in a courtyard years ago, so how could he be a CEO? Not just any CEO, but of Pierce's Group, a company run by the grandson of Leonard Pierce. Did this mean Jax was his grandson? My mind was reeling with thoughts, and I felt like I had been splashed with a cold bucket of water. Goosebumps covered my skin, and everything seemed like a nightmare.

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

Except for Eli. He was sitting at register three, legs kicked up on the counter, sipping coffee from a thermos shaped like a rocket ship. “Did we swap personalities?” she asked, setting her bag down. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “So I figured I’d alphabetize the self-help books by level of delusion.” Callie arched a brow. “What’s top of the list?” “‘Manifesting for Millionaires.’ Right above ‘Confidence in Six Minutes or Less.’”

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It was long past midnight, when the world outside the penthouse windows had dwindled to a few solitary cruising taxis and the constant, low-grade drone of a city that never quite slept. It was another type of quiet inside—thick, focused, and charged with the anticipation of the work to be done. The Dubai acquisition documents, all two hundred pages of them, were spread across the vast expanse of Joe Brian's desk like the dismembered components of some complex financial engine.

Belle turned around to see Bastian leaning against the doorframe, covering a yawn with his hand. “Sorry, did I scare you?” he asked. Belle nodded. “I’m just here to grab something for Mom. But... not sure which one.” “They’re all the same,” Bastian said. “Just take one.” “Oh... okay.” Belle cleared her throat awkwardly. She quickly grabbed one of the boxes and unzipped her bag, which was already bulging with books. In her rush, the zipper suddenly broke—and all her books spilled across the floor. “Oh, God!” Belle groaned.

His chair by the side also seemed to have been ambushed by the same project. What was he working on? "So the bloody asshole have a personality, confided in the walls of his office," I whispered under my breath, searching around for anything that could help me find a secret passage way out of this estate. I plucked the first book out of the bookshelf. 'The Billionaire's Temptress'. A romance book I read a month back. I checked the next book. 'Stuck with Mr Billionaire' 'Rejected and Enslaved'. All romance books.

he advises. I thank him with a nod and watch as he bounces back behind the counter to finish his own book. I pick through a couple that have interesting covers, but after reading the jackets I put them down. It takes me forever to finally find one that sounds like it may work. The Business of Business sounds boring enough to put me to sleep. I don’t want to spend any more time digging through stacks, so I grab a random paperback that’s sitting on the edge of the table before heading to the counter. “Excellent choice!” the bookkeeper chirps as he rings me up. “This one here is a riveting read,” he says, holding up the paperback I hadn’t even glanced at.

Her charm was something else—a single smile from her and he’d already be dazed. He adjusted in his seat, putting his hands in his pockets, and glanced at his watch. “I think I have to go.” Damn it! He felt aroused, but not because of Riley—it was because he kept thinking about Yza. Besides, he was sitting here enjoying this lovely meal, while he didn’t even know what Yza was eating. He couldn’t stand the thought of her eating some basic, inexpensive meal while he dined on luxury. She was so frugal that, even with money, she always settled for simple choices.