Mistakenly In The Billionaire's Bed 소설 & 이야기

The bedroom door swings open. He walks in holding red roses. “My beautiful wife is awake,” he grins, sitting beside me as I sit up. I blink. “Wait. Did you just call me beautiful?” This must be a good day. He laughs. “Look, you are my jackpot.” “Jackpot?” “Yeah. My ticket out of poverty for life.” “What do you mean?” “The billionaire from last night. He wants to see you again.” My eyes widen as I fight to hide the flush creeping up my face.

Did I make a mistake all those years? *** Stepping inside the room my eyes landed on his sleeping form. Aiden was tucked inside the covers and looked like a burrito. He was always cold at night so he didn't fuss around and always had his duvet on. There was something so peaceful and angelic while he was in a deep sleep. Exactly the opposite of when he wakes up. He got that mischief streak from me so I couldn't blame him. My feet padded against the carpet trying to make as much sound as I could.

He looks like someone who hasn’t slept in two days. When we approach, his eyes linger a bit too long on me. “Where have I seen you before?” he asks, his head tilting. I glance at Gigi, then back at him. “We’ve never met.” “We want tickets,” Gigi cuts in before he can flirt. He tells us the price. Our jaws drop in unison. “What the fuck?” Gigi mutters under her breath. “Does the ticket come with a private jet?” she asks. I’m already regretting this whole thing.

I breathed to myself. *** I lay down on the bed while thinking about today's incidents in my mind. Maybe I am thinking too much or maybe he is hiding something! The country's most ruthless billionaire is hiding something in his building. That dark room makes me very anxious about his way of doing things... What if he is secretly a criminal? Or what if he is a mafia? Though he doesn't look like a one, I mentally slept myself for guessing this way, and after rolling thousands of times I fell asleep.

I replied quickly, my voice betraying my inner turmoil as I hurriedly slipped underneath the sheet, pretending to be asleep. The seconds ticked by in silence, my mind raced with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, the thought of sharing a bed with either Hunter or Hayden was undeniably tempting, a fantasy come to life for any girl. But on the other hand, the reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. Oh my god, I was just asked by two gorgeous billionaires to stay in their bed. This was almost every girl's dream, yet I passed up on the offer. Was I stupid or just... stupid?

The guy is filthy rich and has hotels all over the world. There was a rumor that he slept with some of the maids and offered them money in exchange. And that if he wanted you and got rejected, you would get missing. It was just a rumor that Joyce had told me about but she said that she did not believe it though. “So you know about who I really am?” Vanessa nodded. “Your name is plastered over G****e as the wife of a billionaire, of course, I know who you are.” I sighed in frustration. How was this going to work now?

“Talk. Spill. Unload. Tell Mama Britney everything.” “It was just... talking.” “Talking in his bed?” “Yes. Just talking.” She groans. “That’s somehow worse. You talked and still didn’t have sex?” “You’re not listening.” “I’m not listening because it doesn’t make sense! How do you end up in the same bed as a billionaire with arms like that and not climb him like a tree?” “Because we were having a moment, Britney.” “The only moment I’d be having is finding out how hard he benches.”

And so when he discovered her secret, as ruthless as he could be, he used it against her and in one snap, his supposed battle for dominance and victory became a chase for lust and slowly turning into love. Stubborn hearts refusing to yield, but their bodies speaking for them and yearning for each other’s warmth was the source of their tangled relationship. Can their lustful bedroom negotiations turn into unwarranted affection? Can the ruthless billionaire win over the heart of a stubborn woman? What could their blooming affection do when his own dark secret haunts him, especially when it is related to the Mafia world.

"What was that for?" "Did it hurt?" "Well, duh. Of course, it hurt," I said, rubbing the spot on my head where she hit me. "That means you're not dreaming. This is real!" She said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're mistaken for a billionaire's daughter. Oh. My. God!" She giggled and flopped down on the bouncy bed. "I've always wanted a bed like this." She rolled over, her front pressed on the bed as she laughed manically.

This one read: War between millionaire ex-wife and mistress nanny, Via Billionaire Biotech company CEO Lucas Maxwell. I could not help the burst of laughter that ripped through me, but they did nothing to hold back the tears. Celine had turned off the tv now, but the images were fresh in my mind and they would stay there for a while. I got to my feet, wiping the tears, "you don't mind too much if I steal your room again. The bed seems to be the only place I would ever find any consolation."