Mistakenly In The Billionaire's Bed Mga Nobela at Kwento

And here I am in bed with some strange hot man whose name I don’t even know. “Oh my God. I need to get dressed. Where are my clothes?" I looked at him in question. “Neatly pressed and perfumed, and perfumed waiting for you in the closet. Would you like some tea while we are playing Butler-landlady?” He replied sarcastically. I ignored him and started to get up but stopped when I realized that I couldn’t leave the bed without one of us ending up naked. “Close your eyes.” “What?” he asked, stunned.

he suddenly spoke to me for the first time and for a second, I was shocked. “Thanks for accepting the offer of playing my wife..” he spoke again, still with his hands moving fast on the laptop.. I found myself nodding like a fool and with that, I got off from the bed. “You can't sleep on a billionaire's bed.” my mind kept saying. “I'll leave with this sir..” I said, picking up the other duvet. “To?.." he looked up from his laptop and I bit my lip uncomfortably as I swept the area with frightened eyes, feeling his gaze on my exposed thighs and legs.

It's hard to tell. “Top floor,” she said, softer this time. The elevator ride felt longer today. My stomach kept twisting like it wanted to jump out and run away. What if he changed his mind overnight? Billionaires probably do that. They had the power to hire you today and forget your existence the next morning. The doors opened. The floor was quiet again. Too quiet. I swear, you could hear my heartbeat echoing off the walls. I stepped out. “Okay, Maya. Don’t mess this up. Or try. Or–okay, you’re already messing it up by talking to yourself.”

Oh it feels like a dream, something too good to be true. Two months ago she was just lonely and crying in her apartment, barely living anymore and now here she is. A billionaire’s baby is in her and she is being taken care of a rich family. Oh, how her fate just turned because of one night. “Hey, Charles?” she calls for him. When he looked at her she continues, “Did you really think you were fucking Vanessa that night?” “Why would you ask that ridiculous question?” “Because I want to know.” “When I gazed at your eyes, I knew it wasn’t Vanessa. I was into you so I didn’t stop myself. I enjoyed you too much.”

“I really chose the best and most expensive room for you.” “What?!” Suddenly I said making him look at me. “Why? There is nothing wrong about that. I am a Billionaire besides I do not want you to get more infected with the disease in the hospital so let's be safe here. Gilbert told me that no one has used it yet,” I facepalmed because of what he said. Now he is using the word billionaire, he's the one who's rich. “Do you know how annoying you are?” I said making him frown. “Why? I am not doing anything wrong,”

Although inwardly she would love him to sleep beside her and drape his hands over her body. “Sir, I'm wondering where you would sleep tonight, you didn't bring me all the way here to sleep on the couch, right?” She raised her brows. Her reply surprised Donovan, why wouldn't she love to sleep on the same bed with him? Many girls out there would kill to sleep on the same bed with him. They would do anything to have him close to them. “You want me to sleep on the couch?” He raised his brows angrily. “You are talking to a billionaire, girl. How can you be so crude?” He added, getting angrier. He didn't even know why he was getting angrier, was it because she wouldn't sleep on the same bed with h

"I give you till the count of three, bitch. Why did you almost marry the bastard?" "It was a mistake, please..... please don't.... don't kill me, I beg you." I scoffed. "You almost married a nigga by mistake?" "Yes," she whispered, opening her eyes. "He is an evil person. He.... he deceived me into marrying him." I furrowed my brows. "I.... He.... He fooled me." "That's because you dumb as fuck." She lowered her gaze. "'Cause tell me what sane girl would leave a fucking billionaire for a mere millionaire, huh?"

the professor exclaims excitedly, while my classmates are cheering loudly. Uh-oh, I have a bad feeling about this. Every time someone says the word billionaire, all I think about is him. “What? No! Of course, none!” I deny. I guess no one has seen us from yesterday and no one knows about us. No one must know! Peach pokes me on my side, “Don’t deny, he visited our professor awhile ago and upgraded all our rooms and our packages. It turns out, that hottie who brought you last night was a billionaire.”