Famous Playboy Billionaires Novels & Stories

I made my way out the door when I felt him grab my hand. “Look, Stacey,” he said, his voice dropping to a softer tone now. “I can promise you that I don’t taste the same meal more than twice.” He said as if that was supposed to make me feel better or convince me. “I always wear a condom and I’ve not touched Vivian for a very very long time I swear to you.” How long was a long time for a playboy billionaire? My stomach churned; the image of him with Vivian behind that door, making me nauseous. I hate how much this was affecting me but I could not let him see it.

"You are bright, you are patient, and you need this more than anyone I know. Listen, he's desperate - all three nannies previously hired only stayed for a month. But you are family, and I vouched for you. All I want you to do is keep your head down and do your job, but do not for the life of you fall for the charm. I mean it, Amy. Damien Ross is not someone you ever want to play games with." Amy knew the stories just like everyone else knew. The tabloids called him the Playboy Billionaire - a force whose name was synonymous with heartbreaker. It was a known fact that he had no problem with women throwing themselves at him; he never had to do any chasing. He had built an empire in his late tw

“Men should be like Kleenex, soft and strong and disposable.” - Unknown author. Eduardo continued the presentation as if nothing had happened. He didn't give a damn what his peers thought of him. People talked behind your back all the time. He has been labeled a “billionaire playboy” and this has made him the center of much gossip and intrigue for years.

But it worried him—it could cost her everything. Frustrated, Fabian pulled out another cigar and lit it right in front of the two men sitting across from him. Ronson and Odin quietly watched every move Fabian made. He wasn’t just any man—he was one of the youngest billionaires in the country. A self-made billionaire at that. The way he carried himself, he looked more like a mafia boss than a businessman, with shoulder-length hair and a thick beard lining his jaw. He looked dangerous... but classy. Frustration was written all over his face—his unshaven jaw and the dark circles under his eyes said it all.

“Ah, I thought so. In any case, would you like to join me for a drink tonight? I think you could use it since you’ve been avoiding everyone lately.” “Thank you, Leo, but I will have to decline the invitation. See you tomorrow.” I say and hang up the call before he can try to pursue me more. I am genuinely not interested in going out this evening, because knowing me, I will probably woo another socialite once I have had enough whiskey and regret it the next day. I sit back and lean my head against the headrest of my car, sighing. How pathetic; a billionaire with everything he could ever want, and he’s feeling sorry for himself in his 5 Million Pound sports car. I scoff, but my cell rings agai

He surely didn't expect to hear that. “You're kidding right?” he asked in belief. Harry was one of the biggest playboys he had ever known. While he was dating his ex girlfriend, Harry was known as the biggest playboy in Los Angeles. He had tried to make him become one with no success until she finally broke his heart and he became the cold hearted billionaire he was today. “I kid you not, my bro.” he replied, the big grin still on his face. “I met this beautiful girl three months ago, she swept me off my feet and we are celebrating two months together next week.” He answered with a proud smile on his face.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

"There is not one in this world that I would not make possible for my soon-to-be wife." I wanted to roll my eyes. He was pretty theatrical when it came to convincing others how much devoted he was to me, and also in showing the media how perfect of a fiancé he was as compared to his infamous reputation as a low-life playboy who slept with anyone who had a vagina and wore a skirt short enough. "She wants to freeze me in boyhood forever. Are you going to have my body functions arrested and preserve my body in liquid nitrogen, dear brother-in-law?" Skylar asked.

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.