Iron Man Billionaire Playboy Novels & Stories

Untouchable. “Well?” she asked sharply. “Do you at least know how to drive a Bentley?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “And a Lamborghini. A Rolls. A Tesla. A Bugatti. And if needed, a tank.” The corner of his lips twitched. Barely. Ariana scoffed. “Funny. You’ll need one if you’re planning to keep up with me.” “Noted.” She brushed past him, ignoring how he smelled—clean spice and subtle wood, like expensive cologne and bad decisions.

Liam said as he pulled the blinds. Living room "Is she awake?", Kun asked as I ended the call. "Apparently, I replied. I saw Aidan coming down the stairs. "Congratulations", Aidan said and left. I sighed and climbed the stairs. "Will your boss hurt me?", Jenna asked. "No", Liam replied. "Will you hurt me?", Jenna asked. "I dare not", Liam replied wondering why she was asking weird questions. The door opened and two men in black tuxedos entered followed by a man that looked like he was in his early twenties , he had a shoulder long white hair. His body was adorned with tattoos and his face was void of any expression. Liam bowed immediately he saw him.

He chimed in, “There is a certain allure to the terms ‘billionaire’ and ‘playboy.’ When combined, they create a powerful image. When separated, it is so different.” “Different how?” Florence asked. “When you are a playboy, you are powerful, yes. But when you are a billionaire, you are more powerful.” He smiled calmly, which she found weird and she felt a bit frightened. He added with a smile, “However, it is important to remember that it is just a caricature, a simplified and exaggerated portrayal.”

He's good looking, makes good money, and is not a fuckboy. Unlike the stories I read in Wattpäd, this billionaire is not a womaniser despite his qualities. It makes him a little boring if I might say, but only in stories. Because for this real life, he's perfect. ...until he opens his mouth. And insults me with that tardy comment.

"You wound me, Your Highness. And here I thought you were already impressed." "With the car, yes. With you? The jury's still out." Giovanni glanced at her again, his eyes glinting with quiet challenge. "That's fine. I like long trials. Gives me more time to present all my... evidence." "Evidence of what? That you're secretly Batman?" she teased, though her voice came out softer than intended. "Batman?" His laugh was low, intimate, as if meant for her alone. "No. Too broody. Think more... Iron Man. Genius, billionaire, playboy. The philanthropist part... I'll let you decide."

If I let myself feel even a fraction of what Natty was talking about, the whole facade would crumble. ​I stood up to leave, but as I walked toward the door, a man entered the store. He wasn't like the typical wealthy patrons. He was younger, perhaps in his early thirties, with a rugged, unstudied elegance. He wore a simple dark coat and had the kind of eyes that looked like they’d seen too much. ​"Can I help you, sir?" Natty asked, stepping back into her professional role. ​The man didn't look at Natty. He kept his eyes on me. "I was looking for the owner. I heard the Smith heiress was making waves in the retail sector. I didn't realize she’d be doing it in person."

The manager turns to the poor girl who is shaking in her shoes, fearing for her minimal wage job. And suddenly guilt hits me. She is in trouble only because of me. Apparently, Elliot is big of an asshile who likes to practise his power over simple people who won't stand a chance against him. I stroke Milo's fur as my mind keeps racing, trying to come up with a solution to get rid of the dispute and show Elliot his place. "He is Mr. Elliot Ivanov. The youngest billionaire the world has seen and the most capable businessman of the decade." The manager announces. I can't help but scoff as a proud smile spreads through Elliot's lips.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

I grudgingly got out of bed. “I have to leave for work” I stood up heading for the shower She let out a little cry of disappointment. “Haha,there’s enough for you when I get back. The condo is all yours. ******************************** I had lots of things to catch up with and I knew play time was over. I needed to take things serious,even if it meant a week. We are talking about a billonaire dollar investment here. I placed a call through the PBS signaling my new secretary to bring them in.

If she can't leave him, he can and she would do it. ******************** Sitting by the side of a pool and being attended to by half-naked ladies, an old man in a red robe was been fed with grapes and some of the ladies either massaged him or sat at his feet, laughing at the jokes he would make often now and then. He was the all ruthless and powerful billionaire. Mr. Brian seemed happy as he just lay on the chair, with guards around. He had a small pot belly and a few white strands of hair on his head. His face had few to no wrinkles and he had blue eyes. His lips were thin and pale.