Mistakenly In The Billionaire's Bed Novels & Stories

I worked hard over the years and became the CEO of my own company, Hartley Corporation. It’s the biggest real estate company in the city, and the most reliable too. I make millions every month but I’m still yet to achieve my dream. My real dream isn’t to be one of the richest but to be the richest, but I’m still chasing after that. I have no woman in my life and I’m not planning to welcome one. I was woken up by the bright light from a camera this morning, and my opened slowly, only to see 9 years old Oliver sitting on my stomach, snapping my sleepy face pictures.

Last night had left like a dream , but really came crashing down the next second. What had she done? Her eyes widened. She had spent the night with a man she had known for less than twenty - four hours. An alpha king , a billionaire and a stranger. Panic gripped her chest. No. This was a mistake, a beautiful mistake. But a mistake nonetheless. Carefully , she slipped out of the bed , trying not to wake him. She quickly gathered her clothes scattered across the room. Her fingers trembled as she dressed. She stole one last glance at Damien, he looked peaceful , too peaceful. As if he trusted she would still be there when he woke.

Shoot. I bolted off the bed just as I put the phone to my ear. “I am so sorry. I never sleep this late but yesterday was so crazy, and I didn’t even know I was this exhausted.” I apologized before he could get a word out. I flung clothes out of my wardrobe as I searched. Searched for what? What do you wear to breakfast with a billionaire? A breakfast that would include pictures of us getting leaked to the press. “Just get here. “ He responded in a clipped tone, and the line went dead. Freaking asshole.

And you didn’t fall into bed with him, you fell onto the boardroom carpet with him. And it wasn’t exactly a ‘date.’ Yes it was! I screamed back silently. It totally was! There was lobster, and filet mignon, and wine, and heavenly dessert… …just… AFTER the sex… …the first round of sex, anyway… Add to that the fact he was CONNOR TEMPLETON. Billionaire. I felt like I had somehow stumbled into the pages of a tabloid magazine you see by the checkout in grocery stories. Ordinary Chick Sleeps With Scorching Hot Billionaire Playboy!

Warmth spreads down my spine and suddenly I’m very aware of how hot my face feels. Nancy gasps. “Ooooooh. That blush tells me everything I need to know.” “Stop,” I mumble. “Oh my God, Diane. You slept with a secret billionaire who also happens to be your best friend’s mysterious ex and now you’re accidentally married to him.” She pauses. “You realize how insane that sounds, right?” “I’m aware,” I mutter. Nancy leans forward with a mischievous grin. “So what does Mr. Billionaire Husband want now?”

In the next two hours, the maids packed all my things and dumped them in the living room like they were trash. I stood frozen, my mind unable to process what was happening. A bitter scoff broke through the silence. "How can she be so shameless?" one of the maids sneered, crossing her arms as she looked me up and down with disgust. Another maid snickered. "I know, right? Thinking she could baby-trap Nicolas King and become a rich lady of the society? What a joke. As if a man like him would ever fall for a pathetic scheme like that."

I drink a glass of whiskey, drumming my fingers impatiently on the wine counter. Selina's disappearance will affect not just my campaign; my business could crumble if the media discovers that they had been fooled by our charade of a lovely couple. I could only hope that they found her in time before a mess brews. **** The vixen has been caught. I begrudgingly walk into my bedroom, where she has been held, awaiting my arrival. She struggles against her bindings. Her vile mouth is, mercifully, taped. I don't need to hear the string of curses swirling on her tongue.

He was the kind of man who didn't ask for power; rather, he took it. And now I was caught in his storm. I sat in bed, with my curtains closed, as I watched the muted TV as headlines scrolled at the bottom of the screen, and they were all versions of the same lie. The Billionaire's New Fiancée: A Redemption Arc Or Revenge Plot? We were all confused They didn't know the half of it. Neither did I. The next morning, I walked to the balcony in Killian's dress shirt and no pants. The city was still buzzing below. The air was crisp, the sky overcast, but I welcomed the quiet

As much as she wants to take it off from her mind, she has no power to do it. "That man is so lucky to get me." she scoffs. She was thinking Ash" face, remembering how they both ended up in bed. Ash is at his office, thinking about her also. Dom"s goddess beauty keeps on popping to his mind. Making him not to concentrate doing what he needs to do. "That night is the best night of my life, but it would be also the biggest mistake of our lives. It was just an accident but I feel so ashamed of myself." he said, shaking his head.

, the woman ordered and abruptly, Emily lifted her head with a panicked gaze. Her throat tightened when she glanced over at the bed and found Richard laying still, fast asleep. His clothed had been ripped off his body and all that remained was his small underwear which didn’t conceal most of his body. “Oh my God!” Emily gasped in shock as her body started beating out of her chest. She always heard stories of how people planned to trap rich billionaire’s. Most times, she shoved them aside as mere fake stories. However, it was happening before her, and it was surreal.