Mistakenly In The Billionaire's Bed Novels & Stories

To my surprise, I heard movement at my door, followed by a groan from Frank as he laid on the bare floor. I didn't know when I jumped down from the bed and rushed to the door to unlock it. To my surprise, my husband—a billionaire CEO—was lying on the hard floor. "Frank!" I gasped, and he smiled as he sat up by the door. "You thought I was lying, didn't you?" he asked, and I blushed. "I never said that you're lying. Get up; you cannot sleep here. Go back to your room, as I am still angry with you," I told him, and he frowned.

Our one-night stand was off-the-charts hot. I just didn’t expect him to walk into the office the next morning… as my new billionaire boss. Dylan is older, dangerously sexy, and every inch the cold-hearted CEO. He doesn’t do attachments. He doesn’t do second rounds. But now he needs a favor—me, playing his fake girlfriend to get his meddling mother off his back. I agree, thinking I can keep things professional. Big mistake. Behind closed doors, we can’t keep our hands off each other.

With a serious expression, he continued, “I don’t want you to do that either. I don’t want you to sleep with men for our survival.” A sense of relief washed over me; it felt like a weight had been lifted. But then, his expression shifted, and his eyes sparkled with excitement. “That’s why I rushed back! We’re going to be rich, Lana! Billionaires!” I regarded him with suspicion. How could that possibly be true? “Did you win a lottery?” I asked. He shook his head. “No, but listen to me. I got a call from Boss Biggy…” I shot to my feet, panic rising in my chest. “Don’t even think about it! I will never marry him!”

The morning air in the hidden room was thick with tension, the fragile peace shattered by a new wave of chaos. May stared at the laptop screen, her face pale, her hands trembling. The headline screamed at her: "Billionaire's Barista: Gold Digger Manipulated James Lilion!" Malory's trap had sprung. "This is insane," May whispered, her voice barely audible. "This is a complete fabrication. How can they get away with this?"

These weren't my sheets, I wasn't in my bed either. My lashes fluttered open, and the room came into focus slowly, like a cruel joke. I caught sight of the white marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, and modern art that screamed money. The bed beneath me was enormous, draped in sheets that probably cost more than my rent. My rent, my apartment, my life, none of it, absolutely nothing matched any of this.

In her fit to escape, she kicked one of them in the crotch and made her way out, running with all her strength, but due to the uncomfortable feeling, she couldn't run far and rushed into a suite, locking the door behind her. Her blurry eyes saw a man wearing a robe, and she clung to him desperately and whispered, 'Help me' Coupled with the hotness in her body, they became completely unrestrained and did unspeakable things, and thinking about it made her face red in an instant. Not wanting to be seen by the man, she ignored the pain in her lower body and wore her clothes, rushing out of the suite, when, unknowingly, her mother's jade pendant fell. She didn't know the man she slept with was th

So the billionaires had to come to our table. I focused on my drink, as I didn’t want to look up bit suddenly Naomi nudged me. I turned to her “Look up” she muttered. And when I did, my eyes couldn’t believe my eyes. It was the guy from the room. The one I had almost kissed when I bumped into him. I immediately ducked my head away. I was scared that he would tell others that he saw me almost naked in his room. In fact he could tell hos friends that I came to seduce him, since he was a billionaire. Most people would be likely to think that was the truth even though it looked like it. I was indeed ashamed of myself. I kept scolding myself for making that kind of mistake.

"I asked no one in particular, suddenly I recalled all why happen last night, the billionaire request, Me yelling at him, And me drifting to sleep. But this room here doesn't look like a prison or cell to me instead it was prettier than the room I share with jessica The room was pretty to be precise,two door were in my right and one by my left,it had a dressing table by the front, From the look if it,it looks like a female room, where was i? Jessica must have been so worried That isn't the problem now. My job. How did I get here and lastly I yelled at a billionaire,am so dead, I gasped remembering I didn't close the shop.

How could I explain to her that what Max and I experienced last night was genuine and didn't involve any discussion about money? I took a deep breath and released it before I spoke. "Brenda. I have something to tell you." "OK so spill it." "We didn't just talk." The other end went silent. "Brenda, are you still there?" "Y-yes, I'm here," she quipped. "So hold on, are you saying you and Mr. Maximilian McTavish, renowned billionaire, played whack-a-hole beneath the sheets?" She squealed. I remember now where I recognized his name from. He was the CEO of M&M Finance. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I slept with a world-famous billionaire without realizing it.

Amy cursed out at her clumsiness as she removed her heels quickly before heading straight to the bathroom. Liam hadn't fallen asleep when he heard a push at his door. He stayed still lying on his back, silently waiting to see who the intruder was. He knew the hotel well, the top floor had only two apartments rooms. When he went through the list he didn't see anyone booked to stay in the next, which meant he was the only one supposed to be on the floor. He cursed as he thought of how he could have forgotten to lock the door as he was rushing to get away from his ex-wife and her lover.