Her Wild Night With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

The night she had made that confession. The second picture was of Robert and Natalia. It was taking on the day of their flash wedding. I instantly frowned. "What's the meaning of this?" I growled as my eyes scanned the content of the message faster. Then I saw it. The caption. 'Natalia Carson— the dirty billionaire’s daughter who sleeps with two brothers.' "Fuck!" I growled as my heart began to race. This was bad. Very bad. I started scrolling faster and as I got to the end of the message, my blood froze at Lila's closing note.

Williams said evenly. “Your friend will be back tonight.” She says. “Do you prefer sedans or SUVs?” she queried, holding her phone in a way that suggested she was fully capable of ordering a car with a mere click of a button. “Any color preference?” “You’re going to have to excuse me before I set this place on fire,” I told her and stomped out onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette and glaring at the skyline like it owed me something. What have I gotten myself into, I know I need money but not in this way. I love my privacy. This is unreal. Less than twenty-four hours earlier, I’d been sleeping in a parking lot. Now I'm a billionaire.

It was obvious they loved each other, and with every thrust the man made, he spoke a language only his woman could understand, and she reciprocated every word as her muscles clenched him tightly, milking his release. "That was absolutely amazing, baby," Vivian breathed into Daniel's ear. "No babe, you were amazing," he complimented before kissing her temple sweetly. "Yes, yes I was," she giggled softly while she sucked on his tongue. Daniel let out a contended sigh as he smiled and stared at the ceiling, while his woman gently caressed his chest. He finally got the life he always dreamed of. He was worth over ten million dollars now, after his accounting firm was bought by Rhodes Enterprises

“We’ve barely been meeting our targets for months. The tips I get off my girls aren’t enough anymore. Bills are piling up, rent’s behind, electricity’s about to get cut. My gambling debts are drowning us, Liliana.” I stay silent, too scared to speak. “But tonight, I hit the jackpot,” he grins. “I met a big client today, but his boss is the real deal. Some successful billionaire who wants to stay private but needs a woman for the night. Only problem? The girl he picked from the escort agency called in sick at the last minute. And the man didn’t want to piss his boss off. So I took advantage and offered my girls, smart, right?”

“That won’t be hard.” “Thank yo—” “But you know my price,” he interrupted, voice dropping. Heather’s jaw clenched. “When?” “Tonight. I need you.” She let out a tired sigh. “You’re not a vampire, Scott.” “Tonight,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Then you’ll get what you want.” That night, she was in his bed again. *** Emma sat beside Phoebe, watching her closely. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the machines around the bed.

She said playfully as I gave her the middle finger. Having sex with anyone wasn't going to happen because I was still healing from the pains of childbirth. The other reason I agreed to the date was because Natasha was capable of taking care of Blake and I made Will promise to take me home before midnight. I nearly stumbled when I met Will waiting for me while taking notes of the paintings in the living room. "I'm ready," I announced, clutching my mini-sized leather purse a little tightly. He turned around and my sight caused his lips to part slightly while his eyes scrutinized my short blue dress which had a halter neck. Natasha curled my hair but I asked her to give me a slight brush and le

“What?! That man is a billionaire! From a family of billionaires! Do you know that? His father literally owns half of this city!” I shrugged. “Who in this city doesn’t know that? I was shocked too when I met him on the date. I had no idea that he was the one that wanted a surrogate.” “Date?” Estelle gasped, raising a hand to her lips. “You even went on a date with him! Oh my god, is that the date you went for last night? You didn’t tell me it was a date with a fucking billionaire, Vanessa!” She narrowed her eyes at me as if she was seeing me for the first time. “How did you even bag a billionaire on your first try? The gold-digger's association would be so proud.”

Heaven, help us get to wherever we’re going in one piece. She stopped the beaten-up faded lemon-colored Beetle next to an even worse trailer. This was perfect. I’m sure once she hears my proposal, she won’t be able to refuse. Not that I would tell her that I’m a billionaire or stand to inherit the Barrington fortune. Not right this minute. I forced my aching body out of the cramped interior of the car. Destiny dropped the keys on the steps of the trailer. She bent down to retrieve them, her tight ass in the air. Jeez, she had no idea what that does to men.

He liked her pole dance the first time he saw her performing and wanted her to give him a private striptease, that was how Ann got to meet him in person. Repeatedly dancing for this billionaire in little or no clothing at the private locations he picked, he paid her handsomely. After one of her performance for him, he asked her not to leave but rather stay the night with him and she agreed, she had nothing to lose, Benard Larkson was a handsome billionaire, she didn't mind spending a night with him so she agreed.

Starts drafting. **EXCLUSIVE: The Timeline They Don’t Want You to See** *How Ariana Vale went from heartbroken girlfriend to billionaire’s lover in less than 24 hours.* *May 12th, 11:43 PM: Ariana Vale enters the Celestial Hotel bar. Alone. Visibly upset. Security footage shows her ordering multiple drinks.* *May 12th, 11:58 PM: Lucian Blackwood enters the same bar. Sits three seats away. They begin talking.*