Her Wild Night With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

He was still asleep and as expected his phone was lying on the nightstand. "So predictable" I mumbled under my breath as I leaned forward to pick the phone. He suddenly turned around in his sleep and I froze, scared that he will catch me in the act. Instead, he puffed a breath. Clutching the phone tightly in my hand I tiptoed out of the room. If there was one thing any girl hates the most is another woman. And Aria would exactly have the taste of it. Edward was in love with her, it was clear on his face when he couldn't stop cursing Ashton just for dating her. Every second that girl came back in his life I felt the pain of losing him but not anymore. It was her turn.

I tried assured her. “What?” “That the woman from the masquerade… the woman who spent an entire night with me without knowing who I was… now suddenly wants nothing from me except my family’s money.” Her eyes widened. “That isn’t fair.” “Isn’t it?” “No.” She stood too. “I didn’t know you were a billionaire that night.” “I know.” “And I didn’t know you were Damian Ashford.” “I know.” “Then don’t compare me to other women.” The words stopped me.

When her gaze finally focused, her heart sank. She was in the woods, or more precisely, at the edge of a cliff. The air was cold, the wind biting against her skin as it howled through the trees. Standing a few feet away were her fiancé Kyler, her best friend Charlotte, and her half-sister Reliana, their expressions a horrifying mix of malice and satisfaction. Kyler stepped closer, towering over her. His face twisted into a cruel smile she’d never seen before—one that turned her stomach. “Finally awake,” he said mockingly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Good. Saves us the trouble of waking you up again.”

ling her waist and moving her booty in an up and down motion as they all cheered her, she swung her head sideways in a dance position but her eyes met Paxton's, the richest billionaire in San Francisco. Paxton ran one of the best hotels in San Francisco and over the years, he has been on the number 1 spot in the list of the richest bachelors. Paxton had been watching her moves from the very beginning and it was obvious that he was interested in her, for over a month, he had been making advances toward her, he wanted her for himself but she didn't want that, she knew that if she became Paxton's girl, she would be the talk of the town and she didn't want that because she believed billionaires

And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger. He was Zachary Moreau. I didn’t belong here. I didn’t belong anywhere near him. Quietly, I slid out of bed, careful not to wake him. My dress was on the floor, wrinkled and missing a strap. My heels were by the door. My dignity was somewhere in between. I got dressed as fast as I could, ignoring the sting of tears pressing behind my eyes. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of girl who went to parties, who drank too much, who ended up in a billionaire’s penthouse without remembering how she got there.

an issue, it was a typical prosperous business man strategy, but the big problem here was that she was the target here, Colt wanted her, and not just for sex, but for keep. If sex was the case, it wouldn’t have been a problem, she had a fantasy to explore his body as well, she didn’t have a good weekend because of her erotic dreams about Colt. How does she explain to her boss that she could only give hot nights of sexual bliss but not her heart?. She would have loved to ease the sexual tension between them by indulging in another sexual act, but Colt had made it clear that he doesn’t want just sex with her, he wanted commitments and was bent on changing her misconception about love. Fiona w

She could feel his gaze burning a hole through the emerald silk of her gown. She pushed through the doors and found herself back in the hallway, where the air was thinner and the light was too bright. She had looked her husband, the secret billionaire in the eye and survived, but the psychological weight of it was crushing. She wasn't just a mother from Port Haven anymore. She was a woman caught in a war between the Yates power and the Sterling greed, and the man she had once loved was the one leading the charge.

I had been the villain in her story long before Alexander entered the picture. "No," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I can't. I've already destroyed her once. I won't do it again." Alexander didn't look disappointed; he looked amused. He stood up and walked toward the window, looking out at the city skyline. "Noble. Truly. But let's be honest, Landon. Aria hasn't spent a single night mourning you. While you sit in the dark, wondering how to pay your debts, she is living in a penthouse that costs more than your father's house. She is wearing diamonds, eating at the finest restaurants, and waking up in the arms of a man who can give her the world."

he brought out his hand to shake His name sounded familiar, I tried recalling where I had seen him or heard his name and it suddenly hit me "You are billionaire Daniel Vuitton, number 10 top. billboard" My hands covered my mouth, what was he doing here and how come he knew Kelly, what was going on? My dad and mom stuttered upon hearing he was a billionaire, their voice changed instantly, offering him a seat and something to drink. "Why are you in our house and how come you know Kelly," I asked sharply, curiosity filled me, and Kelly's eyes filled with anger and hatred but who came? "Am here to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage Sir"

His cold, somber face, shrouded in the dim light, was a stark contrast to the vibrant, lively scene behind him. Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels clicking against the floor pierced the air, followed by a pair of slender arms wrapping around him. "Lion, everyone's waiting for you to give the word!" The woman tugged at his arm, pulling him from the sofa. As she looked up at his chiseled features, her heart raced like a frantic deer. No wonder he was Lionel Williams, the CEO of K International Group. It wasn't just his billion-dollar fortune; his god-like looks alone could stop traffic, captivating every woman who laid eyes on him. He was born to stand out, a beacon that had shattered cou