Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire Is On Vacation Novels & Stories

When the famous billionaire's son Dario Simpson is met with an accident and is in a state the doctor called the vigil paralysis, the only way to ensure he wakes up was for her to agree to Mr Devon's deal to pretend to be Dario's fiancée. She needed the money and all she had to do was act. What she didn't expect was to find love in the billionaire's mansion. I will not be posting this story until I'm done with my exams. So be expecting a prequel by December. Once again thank you so very much for your comments and votes, I really appreciate it.

Bruno reclined his head as the woman performed an act that she excelled at: oral pleasure. She was eager to spend another night with the billionaire who had arrived in town. She had heard from other girls about his addiction to sex and other fetishes. As she felt the warmth in her mouth, she pulled back and smiled at the satisfied man.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

" As he finished talking, my mouth hung open as I tried to process the words. Getting someone to pretend to be my girlfriend and then, my wife… But for the plan to work out, I was going to have to find someone who didn't care about me or my money. Someone who was reasonable enough to differentiate feelings from business. Most of the women I had come in contact with only wanted money or the fame behind being my girlfriend. Besides, I wasn't about to trust anyone with my heart, not after what had happened with Esther. “So, is it a good idea or not?" Blake pulled me out of my thoughts. “Oh, it's a perfect idea and I know the perfect lady for the job. "

She turned her head to the side and met his gaze, her pupils fierce as she asked, "Then state your price or get out. Is it money? I hate to disappoint you but..." Liam laughed, and she could see exactly why her words would be ridiculous to him. According to the Internet, the Hectors were billionaires, and judging by their house, it was true. The hands that had been in her most intimate places reached out and massaged her hair, his gaze full of desire, "Do you actually believe I would choose money over a chance to be inside you? Come hang out with me tomorrow night, and I will let you know what I want." She didn't want to spend an extra second in his presence, and her mind was fuzzy from all

Vince knew I was about to wipe the floor clean with this man's arrogance, especially when my smile deepened wickedly. "Oh? A lady doesn't understand?" I started. "Then explain to me what exactly you bring to the table when your business is on the brink of bankruptcy? You want to buy our business to save yours and leech whatever you can out of us before back stabbing us as you have done to the last business you took over," I stated calmly and decisively. "That are all lies!" He sputtered, his face starting to turn red.

He really is the devil. All there is, is a black-and-white photo of him standing at the top of a marble staircase, with a flat ass expression, like joy is something he’s allergic to. I scroll, and scroll, and scroll and every headline feels like a warning shot. ‘Damon Hale demolishes historic district to build luxury suites.’ ‘Small businesses fall as Hale acquires riverside.’ ‘The billionaire with no mercy; an empire built on ruins.’ ‘Another town, another takeover; Hale strikes again.’

This time the comments beneath one of the articles caught my eye before I could avoid them. Gold digger. Attention seeker. Washed-up singer. She trapped him. She looks like trouble. I handed the tablet back so quickly that it nearly slipped from my fingers. The room stayed quiet. Joe did not move. Xavier placed the tablet on the desk and came a little closer, not enough to crowd me. “This is what he wants,” he said. “He wants you ashamed and frightened before anything real has even begun.” I let out a weak laugh. “That part is working.”

His hair was dark brown and slightly unkempt, a stark contrast to the gelled perfection of the other men. Cyprian Hale. The Billionaire Outcast. The man who had built a tech empire from a garage and terrifying algorithms. He was the boogeyman the Patricians used to scare their children. *Don't be greedy, or Hale will buy your company and fire you.* Vespera’s heart hammered against her ribs, but her stride didn't falter.

"No children ever. I won't bring a kid into this mess." "Agreed. I'll add mandatory birth control to the contract." I exhaled slowly. This was really happening. I was negotiating the terms of my own sexual servitude like it was a fucking job contract. "Sign here," Cassian said, pointing to the bottom of the final page. "And initial each page." I picked up the pen. My hand trembled slightly as I signed my name. Sophia Cole Winters. Cassian signed under me: Cassian Mikhail Devine.