Koki El Millonario Novels & Stories

she greeted me "come sit beside me" I smiled at her, "I have to speak with the pilot real quick and then I'll be back" "Oh okay hurry back" I walked over to the cockpit passing the attendant's quarters along the way and knocked on the door. It opened a second later to reveal my pilot and co-pilot Mr. and Mrs. Miller. They were a married couple in their fifties that I hired when I was on a trip to Spain. They wanted to move to America to be closer to their kids but couldn't because they couldn't find a job here so I hired them on the spot.

I nodded and gave him a peck and then I continued preparing what I would cook for him. "What are you going to cook for me?" Kenzo asked me and then he stood next to me. I'm dying for malungay right now while waiting to see if the chicken runs out together. "Tinola." "Never heard of that." He answered me. Kenzo is half-German and half-Filipino. I looked up in the air. "How about it because you only eat pizza, pasta and burgers." I'm wondering why her body is still beautiful even though she eats only healthy food.

A message beeped from my page and I raised my brows. Just hey? No I want you to be my sugar daddy. I can swim for you. I have the biggest boobs in the world. I can treat you right, daddy. I can dance and twerk for you. You are definitely going to love me, daddy. You can get what you want from me. I am available. Always. With so many raw emojis. None of that? Just this? Hey? I picked it up and typed it back. "Hi." It replied immediately. "I have something you need."

The matter of her late grandfather's Will was long gone from her thoughts and neither was she bothered that the makeover she had spent a reasonable amount to get in order to appear sorrowful before everyone, was already in ruins. 'How could you do such a thing to me Mia?' She kept screaming internally, finding it hard to believe that Mia was really engaged to her billionaire crush, Aziz Garrett whom she met at a birthday occasion she attended two years ago. Since then, she had seen him on several occasions when visiting her grandfather but he never recognized her again. But she couldn't get over him either.

“Oh, what the hell, four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. - The old man smiled, because there was no way anyone could bid higher than him. Who would dare? There was a pause. Nobody said anything, not even the MC, everyone hoping that this was really the last move. But from the back of the room, Marco came walking up with a smug smile and arms spread in an arrogant pose, wearing a dark blue tuxedo, so he announced. - A million dollars. In cash. Charlotte's mouth dropped. Everyone's, so to speak. Even the MC seemed to lose his voice for a full minute before returning to the chatter. “A million dollars for the lord in blue. I give you one.

"Ahh, every megalomaniac's wet dream, you wanted to play God." "I am a god." "Oh yeah, which one?" "The one." He all but bellowed. "Yeah? So was Ahura Mazda but we haven't heard fuck all from him in centuries." "You dare?" Now he's frothing at the mouth, this is like a bad as fuck B movie. I'm expecting the crazy fuck doll to come out of the woodwork any minute now.

“Well, newsflash for you, anyone in here is worse than Diaz. A million times worse.” “How do you know?”. “Mister Cartel was a smart man who fought for his empire but this people have all the money they want and more. You can’t buy their loyalty with just that,” murmurs the cook, downcast eyes. “I know more than I ever wanted to. Now, wipe your tears and plaster that angel smile on your face. There are still a couple of hours to go on this party. and for the love of god, stay away from the Japanese men. They all have super scary kinks.”

If she did not show up at the apartment which was currently being developed, Betty would be hurt for something she had no concern with. Maisie collected Zach car keys and reached for her coat, she knew that she was dumb for not telling Zach and doing exactly what Jeffery told her to do but she did not have a choice she refuse to let her friend suffer for the fact that her only crime was to be the friend of a girl who was dating a millionaire who also happened to have a psychotic brother.

Or getting anything to any billionaire. However, life has its own rules and I am stuck where I didn't want to be in the first place. Shawn, the guy who was driving his car cleared his throat just to get my attention. When his heated glare was burning the holes in my head. "Ms Ashley calm down, I know this must be a very hard time for you, but we do not have any choice either! To save the pride of the Country's most powerful Billionaire you have to join his company and tell everyone in the public if any paparazzi ever ask you so- you would say you work in his company and that was just an accidental encounter! And nothing else not even a word against his pride otherwise you do not want to know

Slowly patting my shoulder she left leaving me shocked, shivering and… of course scared. ------------------------ “Oddio! I can't believe it Zariyah you really hit a jackpot. I mean you’ll get to see the living greek god, Denver D’Angelo. But I’m feeling happy and sad for you at the same time, love.” Bella averted her eyes on me carrying a plain look on her face. “Why? Is anything wrong?” I asked hesitantly. “They say the D in Denver stands for the devil. He is a ruthless billionaire who never espouses an iota of fallacy at his workplace. That’s what I’ve heard.”