Lirik Billionaire Novels & Stories

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

They were all billionaires, so they should flock along. Even though they might not be as rich as him, I'm sure some of them would want you to do anything in their power to be connected to him. "Ohhhhh! Counting stars!" A girl whom I had been watching closely shouted immediately when the song started playing. She looked so beautiful, and her skin was flawless. "Oh please! We can never stop counting dollars! It's in our blood!" She flowed to the best of the song while she opposed what the lyrics had said.

"You're so mean! I hate you!" "Truth hurts, Steph!" "Whatever. So, what song are we going to sing tomorrow?" "Hmm. How about this?" I ask, playing the song I have chosen. /I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad Buy all of the things I never had Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen/ /Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights, yeah A different city every night, oh I I swear the world better prepare

“You are the best thing that's happened to me in a long time.” “So, you're actually okay with having a dumb girlfriend that doesn't recognize the signs of a man with money?” I asked. I still felt stupid for being so oblivious. “You are not dumb,” he assured me. “And I'm very okay with it. Are you okay dating a billionaire?”

This was further inclination that I was knee deep in shit that I didn’t know how to handle. “That should teach you to keep your fucking mouth shut,” he growled taking a step back. “Your stupid tricks won’t work on me.” “What tricks? I haven’t even done anything.” “The ones you use on everyone. You managed to get a filthy rich billionaire obsessed with you. I wonder if your pussy is made of gold or some shit because that’s clearly the only thing he is interested in. You have the personality of drying paint.” “That’s not what you were saying when you asked to go out with me repeatedly.”

A shabby looking lost tourist like her needed to be taught a lesson for disrespecting me, “Do you even know who I am?” She smirked and wet her lips. She squinted her eyes looking at me. Perhaps, finally she recognised me and finally realised I was a man not to be messed with. Sebastian Strauss, a name that many would have heard in the news lately for being a successful billionaire and influential with the right business connections. I was sure she would be trembling in fear knowing she had made a fool of herself in front of me. I gave her a half smile. Waiting for her to apologise.

I wiped off my tears. Yes! I needed to explain everything to him. I knew it would be better for me to speak to him, but as he was busy I was left with no choice but to leave him a message. I just have to drop a message. ‘Good afternoon, Michael, how is your mom? Please, I need your help. Our company is bankrupt, and I need fifty million dollars from you. I promise to pay subsequently. You can give me a call for more explanation please. Expecting your feedback.’ I texted, with my shaky hands.

I took his change from the drawer and placed it on the counter just like how he did to me,he didn't take it as he just placed his head in a table, My patience was wearing off and I wasn't going to keep calm anymore ,watching a billionaire sleep was never my aim. "Hey,Mr billionaire"I yelled,dont you have where to go,I thought billionaire have mansions, how you planing to turn this place to your home,you ,you dont know what they call working off one butt,you are just a spoilt billionaire,I really need to get home and you are wasting much of my time,I really need to be here as early as possible and I can't afford being sacked,I need to pay my mom debt"I blabbed.

I was nothing. “Drop the ego and think about my offer,” he said seriously. He took steps backwards, finally allowing me some room to breathe without feeling his warm breath on my skin. “I don’t think you realize how much money one million pounds is,” he stated. “Nothing to you, you’re a billionaire,” I snarled. He rolled his eyes. “Every billionaire starts off with nothing at one point.” I folded my arms huffily, not wanting to cave in.