Iron Man Billionaire Playboy Novels & Stories

“Don’t try to come up with any thoughts. He’s totally out of my league.” Mrs. Mayweather and Mr. Mayweather looked at each other, and Mr. Mayweather sat on the edge of the bed. “What does it mean that he’s out of your league? Does he look down on those who work in the entertainment industry?” Xyla smiled. “Dad, he’s the richest man in the world, the heir of the Hathaways of Yaramoor. Does he look like someone who would give a d*mn about your company?” Mrs. Mayweather and Mr. Mayweather were shocked.

“I don’t want us to get separated later. Emily, you spread light wherever you go and I’m so lucky to meet a woman like you.” He lifted my hand and kissed it gently. “I was so traumatized by my past that it almost destroyed me.” My heart clenched painfully. I searched his eyes and I could see the sincerity in them. He sighed, dry chuckle escaping his lips. “Everyone knows me as the billionaire playboy. Multiple girlfriends. Can’t stay committed. All that.” He shook his head slightly. “But before that… there was a loyal man who got betrayed. And that made me the way I was.”

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

My dad is one of the richest men here in California. He has a lot of estates, businesses, companies, investments and a whole lot more than you can imagine. And I am the only son. Meaning, I am the only one who will inherit his properties when he passes away. Yet, I still have a name for myself. I am Peter Vlachos The youngest billionaire in America. California Hottest playboy. I am the mafia leader of BLACK DIAMONDS. A rich tycoon. A brilliant gambler. Owner of so many casinos.

Nah, she deserved an oscar for that one. I had allowed them enjoy their little game but then I noticed the little seductress had forgotten her panties which I took and placed in my pants’ pocket. "Are they gone?" I had called my security team to be sure i could leave. "Yes sir," he replied. Disconnecting the call, I laid back in bed smiling to myself. I am Raymond, Raymond Ender, one of the wealthiest men in the country and those two gullible girls thought i wouldn’t know of their little games.

Papayas Strip Club The night was young and so were the ladies at Papayas strip club. Some laid stark naked stroking the dicks of people who were old enough to be their fathers, some were on the finest undies dancing lusciously to the night music, while some were being fucked hard core; it was an orgy house. It didn’t take long before the owner of the establishment noticed she was graced with the presence of the billionaire; Mr. Hill Hamilton. “Mr. Hill what a pleasant surprise.” Cox said with a warm smile. She also acknowledged the presence of Mike as well with a knowing smile and a soft nod.

He didn't even know that messing with his woman means that he had already messed up with his life. "Well, maybe this could help you recognize me?" he said before he called out his butler's name. Some people may not know how he looks like but everyone in the city, especially those among the business sectors knew about the notorious butler. Falcon Montenegro is a name that was also feared in the city. Having him around only means two things, Mr. Thorne wanted to do business with you, which would mean like you had hit the jackpot or, your life would be totally doomed since Mr. Thorne had sent him to teach you a lesson.

"You don't look fine. You look like you've been through hell." I laughed, but it came out more like a sob. "That's a pretty good description of my day." He got out of the car, and that's when I recognized him. Tony Stark. The billionaire. His face was on magazines and billboards all over the city. He owned half of Manhattan, and the other half wanted to work for him. "You're Tony Stark," I said stupidly. He smiled. "Guilty. And you're sitting on a curb in the middle of Manhattan, crying and bleeding. Want to tell me what happened?"

I can't believe Henrico, thinking that just saying he likes the sex he has with me is enough for me to get married. Is he really arrogant, being a billionaire he thinks I can't refuse him as a husband!? That I wouldn't say no! I researched his life on the news site and I could see it well, his character is terrible, an open womanizer, who likes to show off beautiful women and the list is huge. I felt my head hurt just watching the news about him, he really is filthy rich, but an outspoken playboy, and he doesn't take the slightest bit of flair to be the man I dreamed of fathering my kids, that much I'm sure.

Well I don't apologise so I just continued on my way when I heard her yell "Jerk" I stopped on my tracks to give her a fitting reply but, luckily for her she already left the building. I went into the conference room. I should introduce myself. I'm Adrain Ivan Stone, the youngest and most successful multi billionaire. The media portray he as a ruthless, selfish and dangerous man but guess what, they are right. I am the second richest man after the president in NYC, you can call me corky or obnoxious but ladies fall at my feet, they treasure the floor I walk on. Well, I can't blame them, with my 6 ft 4 height, and a face like mine even I will fall for myself but I don't care about that. I was