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"... you're my revenge." Something in his expression shifted. "Revenge," he repeated. "By the time I'm done, he won't even be a memory." "I'm only asking for one night." I tilted my head. "Think you can handle that?" He held out his hand, that unhurried certainty back in his eyes and then I put my hand in his. "You, the only problem with one night..." His voice dropped. "... is that one night is never enough."

Her ethereal eyes clashed with mine, and every muscle in my body immediately locked tight The moment seemed to stretch on for minutes, hours, I didn't want it to end It wouldn't have ended until the loud one, Michele? Michelle? Sighed loudly “Oh my God,” she ‘whispered' dramatically to Loretta, “he literally only looks at you.” Loretta nearly choked on her air. “You're exaggerating Michelle" She didn't sound so certain, still my jaw tightened. Michelle grinned wider. “See? Even his scary billionaire aura agrees with me. He can't take his eyes off you”

She asked, slowing down when we got to a narrow bend. "First of all, I was nervous but never eager. Secondly, that stranger is a hot prick. I pray my child doesn't take after him." I said, rubbing my flat stomach. "It's good you added that he is hot." "He berated me and even thought I was coming for his money. He asked if I wanted to be his mistress and you want to know the shocking part?" I asked and she nodded. "He is married." "What?" Natasha screamed in surprise. "You don't have to be so surprised, I told you that he might be married but you never believed me," I said, looking out into the dark night.

He loves Camille, and forever will. I am the fool who felled for a billionaire... I felled hard, and got my poor heart destroyed. ..... The mansion was dead silent when I finally arrived. All the workers must be asleep, Mrs. Steel must be too, it was certain she would murder me if she ever sees me all drenched up, but still if dying would ease the pain in my heart, then I would gladly accept it. He, the famous billionaire must be asleep too, while I was here suffering and cursing my fate. I sighed taking a deep breath, as I walked across the lonely hallway, to the room that was far away from his, but that never did happened.

She was wearing a blue gown and nude makeup which accentuated her beauty. "Ten Million dollars, are you ready?" Miller's husky voice sank deep into my system. My gaze left the young lady's sight to that of my best friend. "What for?" I asked, seems I was missing out on something. "Lure the lady in dating you for a week, and get a compensation of ten million dollars." Miller raised an eyebrow, his lips full of smirks. I don't know what game he was trying to play, but I was going to beat him on this. After all, I was hot, classic, and handsome. I was literally every woman's dream. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a billionaire?

Pari's pov(continuation.) "You bought it?" I hang my empty fork on my gaping mouth, hoping I heard what he said correctly. "I just called the owner." He says with a small shrug, as if its nothing. Nothing as in something that happens on normal basics. Damn it, he is a billionaire after all. "You bought it with just a phone call?" I breathe through my open mouth, staring at the somewhat god in front of me. Well he might not be a real God, but with that Greek god body.....

“Years are going and we can’t wait. Tell her to come home and we won’t take her time, just to do the necessary things and go back to London. And when she get back, she will be joining the meeting by doing a video call with us here” “Yes! The world as advance than that” The man that is next to their head said with low voice. “So bring her here before the end of next month, Perfect Billionaire club want to see her and fill up her father’s space” “Yes Sir! I heard you!” He said with low voice. “This is a task and it must be carry out by all means!” Their head said with order, and any member must obeyed it. Somia’s uncle was silent for few minutes.

Housekeepers know everything. **Me: She found my earring behind his bed.** **Sophia: ARIANA.** **Me: I know.** **Sophia: You’re really doing this. The billionaire thing.** **Me: I’m really doing the Lucian thing. The billionaire part is just unfortunate packaging.** **Sophia: I’m proud of you. Terrified. But proud.** **Me: Same.** I drive home. Monday looming. Reality waiting. But for now, I have this.

“…I told him he was not worth the money.” She hit my arm lightly. “You did what?” “Keep your voice down!” “You insulted your CEO?” “I did not know he was my CEO!” “You are finished,” she whispered. “I know.” “No, this is beyond finished.” “I know.” “You told me you called him overpriced.” “I was negotiating.” “You were negotiating with a billionaire?” “I thought he was struggling!” She shook with silent laughter. “Did you say anything else?” I hesitated. “…maybe.” “Ciara.”

It took a while for me to gather myself and realise we had arrived at the event. I adjusted my clothes properly as we made to get down. He grabbed my ass and whispered in my ear “You’ll pay for teasing me like that.” I shivered in response. Knox had given his speech and was about five tables away chatting with Mr Damien: another billionaire who was trending all of last week because he came out as gay. I was sipping champagne and watching him. “He can be charming whenever he wants to be, isn’t that right?”