Filthy Rich Age Novels & Stories

He asked as we light our cigar and started puffing out smoke. "Older woman Walt, have you ever been with one? She's so fucking sexy and beautiful, I could never get enough of her." "Wow, how old dude? I've never pegged you to be the type." He laughed but, then paused waiting for my reply. "She's thirty-five, and filthy rich. I'm not comfortable with this kind of thing..." I told him honestly. "Wow...that's not old, I'm thirty-two dude, you're just too fucking young. How old are you? Twenty-five?"

I stated. He creased his eyebrows as if he was confused, pulled a puzzled look. "That's… crazy." "It seems to me like you've always been rich. That means you might not be as experienced as I am," I clarified. Finally, he let go of my arm, wrapped his arms around his chest. "What makes you think I haven't been experienced? Being rich isn't freedom, you know?" Okay. This unnecessary conversation had to end. This wasn't what I had come here for.

Though that fun fact probably wasn’t going to be good enough to impress him right now. "You started it when you were 22 — that’s my age.” Lilith swallowed hard. Idiot! He hadn’t asked her for her age. She was so nervous, could hardly control what was coming out of her mouth. “Think you’ll make your first billion by 25, too?” he asked lightly, no one laughed, the atmosphere was tensed, this was the ruthless, youngest, selfmade billionaire, no one dares to misbehave in his presence. His not so funny joke didn’t help Lilith's nerves that she found his accent absolutely irresistible even as he was making fun of her in front of her peers.

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "

He muttered to himself. The next day, the story was printed with a large picture of Theodore. Theodore was in Portugal when he received the news. Natalie was having breakfast when the news was broken to her that Theodore was on Page Six. She opened the newspaper and read the headline “The Forbidden Billionaire’s Dirty Little Secret” Maybe the world can learn new synonyms now. For Mr. Theodore Gilbert is the forbidden billionaire and Miss Natalie Greene is his dirty secret.

She said faking anger. "You know I can't forget you." I said sincerely earning a laugh from other side. Lily or Lilian belongs to an extremely rich family. Her family owns a famous Textile company. She is the only child and soon to take over her dad's company. Unlike some other rich people who are nothing but spoiled brat she is the sweetest soul I have met . We met 5 years ago at the coffee shop where I worked . She was the first one to initiate the friendship and

Sandra started laughing "Well, I am proud to say I am older than that. I wouldn't hide my age for anything. So how old are you also?" "Sorry to say but I'm twenty-nine years" Miss Sandra widened her eyes "Twenty-nine what? How come I'm older than you by a year and you are a billionaire right now?" "That is life for you" "I don't believe this. Are you like those men that wouldn't want to have a woman who is older than them? because I wouldn't mind"

And I couldn’t control myself to stay quiet anymore. “Unghhhhhh” “Damn, you like it when I say dirty things don’t you?.” I couldn’t talk. I was out of breath. “Finally, someone that gets me. Your sister doesn’t like it when I talk dirty, you know. But you, you're perfect for me. My perfect little whore” “Unghhh,… Ahhhhh….” “Yes baby, just like that. Let me hear you moan like the perfect little slut you are”

"He's twenty-eight years old. He has no criminal record and no known ties to any of your business rivals. He came into a significant inheritance about five years ago, and since then he's been quietly acquiring assets through shell companies and intermediaries. Real estate, technology firms, a few media outlets. He's very wealthy, but he keeps a very low profile." Twenty-eight. The number hit me like a fist to the sternum. He was twenty-eight years old. Younger than Marcus. Younger than me by more than decades. I had been imagining a rival my own age, someone with gray hair and decades of experience, someone who had crossed me in business and was now exacting his revenge. I had not been imagi