Koki El Millonario の小説・ストーリー

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."

“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.

Jeffery stared at Zach with hatred as he thought about the perfect life Zach had, the perfect girlfriend, the genius who was already wealthy on his right without adding his inheritance, the amazing looks that made women not care if he treated them like sh*t, the father who gave him leeway to do whatever he liked. Jeffery knew that he was not an average man, he was pretty amazing in his own right but next to Zach, all he had ever been was the perfect sidekick. Another perfect to add to Zach's list of perfects. He was tired of being a sidekick, now he wants his own show even if he had to steal it from Zach.

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.”

“Tell you what. Try a bite of ceviche. If you don’t like it, I’ll give you a million dollars.” I eyed the handsome man across the table. “Seriously?” “Sure,” he replied. “Why not?” I glanced at the bowl of ceviche. “I don’t know…” Joemar grabbed a cracker, scooped up some of the white meat onto it, then held it out. “A million dollars if you hate it. Right now. Let’s go.” I leaned forward to allow him to feed me the cracker. His free hand gently cupped my chin while he delicately placed it in my mouth. I bit into it, chewing hesitantly. Joemar stared into my eyes, waiting for my reaction.

she said and sat back on her chair looking at them. Joaquin ate a cookie first and then took a sip of the coffee. Then he extended another cookie towards her, she smiled widely because she never says no to sweet things. She stood up from her chair excitedly and sprinted toward him but in the process her hand knocked off Emiliano's cup of coffee spilling all the coffee on his documents and her hand too making her hiss loudly.

It is now the next day which means that today is the day that I get to meet Luciano's parents, and I am freaking out, I don't know how I am supposed to impress a billionaires parents. My parents never thought me any of this. This whole entire morning I’ve been nothing but nervous and scared and quite frankly freaking out. No one really teaches you any of this. I mean he is EMILIO MARTINI. A very powerful man, he has come from so far and he has a made a life for himself as one of the most richest men in Italy. The fact that he’s even known and well respected here and today I am meeting him? What if it all goes horribly? What if the plan fails? Oh shoot. The first time I meet my boyfriend’s pa