Mistakenly In The Billionaire's Bed 소설 & 이야기

However, if I go by everyone’s reaction to me, I’d think we were all spewing the same image. Why was this happening? And how? Was it just a fluke? I HAD NOTHING ELSE PLANNED for today, so I decided to help Manang Tess with her chores. I’ve been working on things like making my bed and cooking. I also discovered that the main bedroom was on the opposite side of the house from mine. I stayed in the guest room and did not question it at all. It was more comfortable than sleeping on Karious’ bed. Because he mistook me for his wife, he may crawl on me while I’m asleep. Thank you very much, but no.

but in an instant, all of that disappeared, and he changed because of one mistake I made that I didn't intend to make to him. I should be the one angry; he lied to me. He said he doesn't have a sibling, but that's not true because Dylan exists. He has a sibling and a twin. So, who would've thought that he wasn't the one with me that night? I feel like I'm in a maze; I can't figure out which path to take. I struggle to process all the questions in my mind and the possibility that my dream might be true. 'Kaye, are you going crazy?'

“Did you really think Aiden Hayes was an assistant?” I nodded. “I did. The file you gave me was on Gerald Hayes and barely mentioned his sons. I should have put the names together, but...” I put my hands over my face as I realized just who I had been sleeping with. A billionaire. An honest to God billionaire. “I am such an idiot.” Kathryn pulled my hands from my face. “Not an idiot. Just blind is all.”

That meant in two to three months, I would be a millionaire. “Are you sure you didn't make a mistake with the amount you listed here? It says you're to pay me five hundred thousand dollars every month.” The words even felt heavy in my mouth as I said them. “I had my lawyer thoroughly check the terms of the contract. I can assure you that there's no mistake.” He was pouring drinks from what looked like an expensive bottle of wine into two wine glasses as he spoke. I just had to pose as his wife, and I would be a millionaire.

Tell him It’s one of my fantasies to sleep with the President and I thought saying it out loud might make it feel real. Solid alibi. The waitress shows up with our drinks. I thank her and, as she walks away, I take a deep swallow. “I…about what happened earlier today.” I take a sip of my iced tea. Cole’s gaze is fixed on me. “I was being delusional. I’m gonna tell you in on a secret.” I lean towards him. “It has always been one of my fantasies to sleep with the president.” Cole drops his gaze and shudders hard. The pink in his cheeks doesn’t strike me as embarrassment. “Well, I kind of also didn’t believe what you said. I mean, there’s no way you would cross path with the president, let alon

“You say that every time.” Her cheeks flushed pink. “I mean it this time.” “Sure you do,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, his knee brushing against hers. “You know, I’ve seen you handle billionaires and royals at that hotel without breaking a sweat, but last night…” — he grinned — “last night, you were something else entirely.” Annabelle peeked from under the blanket, mortified but curious. “Something else like…?” He pretended to think, rubbing his chin. “Hmm… adorable? Infuriating? Entertaining? Possibly all three. Oh, and you tried to make me tell you a bedtime story.”

The night she had made that confession. The second picture was of Robert and Natalia. It was taking on the day of their flash wedding. I instantly frowned. "What's the meaning of this?" I growled as my eyes scanned the content of the message faster. Then I saw it. The caption. 'Natalia Carson— the dirty billionaire’s daughter who sleeps with two brothers.' "Fuck!" I growled as my heart began to race. This was bad. Very bad. I started scrolling faster and as I got to the end of the message, my blood froze at Lila's closing note.

After answering all their questions no matter how polite I was while answering, I had to ask one of the girls that came out of the interviewing room next, "What's this job about?" "If you don't know, why are you here?" "Let's say coincidence." I couldn't go into details with her. As she was about answering, the stranger I slept with last night came in, "you." He was surprised to see me. I didn't move, I was shocked. "The billionaire is here." I heard whispers and all the girls were blushing. "Follow me," he said. I swallowed hard and followed him.

God, please let this be a joke. “You see I've been watching you for quite a while, Freya. I was curious to know what kind of woman was mindlessly signing away her family's life work for Peanuts. But then I realized you were just a trusting love-stricken puppy,” A taunting smile crossed his lips. “Your boyfriend sold off half of your father's empire. Did you not realize that when your lawyer listed the remaining assets you wanted to transfer?” I opened my mouth but no words came out. He was right. I hadn't thought about it when Attorney Williams said the properties were worth a hundred and sixty billion but our net worth was over seven hundred billion.

“What? Are you serious? Fifteen rooms for one man and a little girl? That’s madness! Does he have a room just for his socks? Or a room for his thoughts? Wait, does he have a room where he keeps his money? Like, stacks of cash just sitting there?” "Geez, Maya, relax!" Grace chirped in. "He is a billionaire. What do you expect? He probably has a room just for his shoes. “Oh, my God!” Maya said, dramatically clutching her chest. “Ley, you hit the jackpot. This is the dream. You’re living in a mansion while we’re here arguing with the landlord over a leaking roof. You should adopt me. I can be the fun auntie who teaches Ava how to twerk.”