Novel & Cerita Iron Man Billionaire Playboy

Natasha said flexing her hands romantically on Peter's chest “Are you sure Irene is ever going to come back to Antoino” Natasha raised her heads up surprisingly as she stared at Peter “Really?”. Natasha asked surprised “Antonio is literally the most handsome young billionaire to , not just that he has money, his fucken handsome, with skin glowing like milk, bulging should…”. “Hey you are getting me jealous”. Natasha laughed out loudly “Am sorry but all am trying to say is that no lady in her right senses would ever want to lose him for the world”. Natasha said as she began unbuckling Peter’s pants

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

A man well sculptured by God and perfect in every angle. "It's a lie. S..such men don't exist." I find myself talking with my voice slightly hoarse. "What do you mean it's a lie?! Look at this.. Multi-billionaire Wesley Cooper with a seven hundred billion dollars conglomerate that consists of companies, enterprises, hotels and resorts, industries and corporations all around the world... One of Earth's most eligible and droolworthy bachelor.. American's number 1. Playboy.. Businessman in the day.. Devil in the night..

A graph appears on the laptop screen; the words Oslo Industry Enterprise Holding are at the top of the chart. “Oslo??!” I asked curiously, as usual. “I don’t like long-winded names,” Sean replied. “Are you like Tony Stark??” I looked at Sean with a questioning look; he seemed frowning. “Tony Stark? Who is he?” I roll my eyes; everyone knows Tony Stark. “He is one of the superhero characters of Iron Man; he is rich, handsome, generous, but arrogant, just like you,” I explained, giving him a small smile. Sean seemed to think and laughed.

The man lying in bed—the one with the muscled, glorious body draped in elegant tattoos—the one with the cocky, pulse-quickening smile, the piercing blue eyes, and the hot, panty-meltingly filthy mouth—wasn’t a stranger at all. The man in the mattress was the famous billionaire playboy. The most tabloid-infamous rich bad boy in the elite world. The sort of man her grandmother warned her about. The kind she doesn't want to wake up naked next to. The wicked billionaire with a bad stature as massive as his dick. The one who allegedly owned a legion of bodyguards and was rumoured to have his own brotherhood of gigantic, ex-military, strong and beautiful men and women in entire Europe. The man lyi

I allowed myself a few seconds, my hands stilling on the silver knit of spools in my hands as I took in the angular cut of the man’s face, the way he appeared large even while he was seated. Zavier Cross. Oil magnate, richest man in upstate New York, billionaire of the century, and the stuff of every sensible maiden’s wet dreams. Something about the jet-black fade of his wolf-cut hair made my stomach clench in a way that usually had me running for the white porcelain of the toilet. I disliked men like him, power magnets who used and discarded women as they pleased. I was not a sensible maiden. Not like my sister who was yapping on about the interview.

I continued laughing even when he looked at me like I was taking a pee in the water fountain right outside the Vatican. “Do you even know how rich I am?” he asked after I had laughed at my fill. “Don’t you mean how rich your parents are?” I fired back. “My parents have money. Old money. That’s the myth. I’m a friggin’ billionaire Babe. That’s the part you don’t see on the tabloids.” He paused. There was more. “I mostly portray myself to be a careless playboy still squandering his parent’s money. It’s safer that way.”

Audacious, arrogant and damn attractive. Donovan Smith was these three things and more. 6’1 embodiment of pure masculinity and an irresistible aura. The stunning twenty-three-year-old has a hand full of magazine articles to his credit. The business tycoon, amongst other names he was referred to, was the one that stuck out most. So much so that he was featured on Forbes as the most influential male in the world of business. Editors from the New York Times knew his name too well.

Liam slowly opened his eyes, scanning his surroundings before looking up at his captors. "You won't get away with this," Liam's voice trailed off, eliciting laughter from the boss, despite his face being concealed. "Oh, Liam Scott, the self-made billionaire who has everything in life - a mansion, cars, companies, wealth, fame," the boss began, pacing around Liam. "But there is one thing Liam Scott doesn't have," the boss said, making Liam frown. "Can anyone tell me what Liam Scott doesn't have?" He asked his men, who glanced at each other nervously.

Leo looked away as he rolled his eyes. “Not exactly,” Brad said delicately. “You’re not a regular guy. You’re a billionaire, which is rare in the world. You don’t wear suits that cost less than two thousand dollars. You want everything perfect or there’s hell to pay. Granted, your more ambitious than most, but the difference is you’re more than willing to step on, burn, or castrate, cats, dogs, the elderly, and children to get what you want.” “Well . . . not children,” Blake mumbled. “That just proves that I’m –”