Mr Harris The Ugly Billionaire Novels & Stories

********** JAYSON'S POV I sit on my bed, a maid walks in with the bottle of wine and glass I requested for, she drops the tray by the bedside table, bows and leaves. As Jayson Harris , a young billionaire in LA precisely, 26 years of age, talking of appearance, I am really handsome not boasting, pointy nose, blue eyes, brown black dyed color of full curly hair, a nice set of pink lips and a hot body, I gym everyday. I just built an hotel, the biggest in LA now, and of course it's expensive and 5 star rated, it's top notch. I hope the fashion stylist I choose that Johnson is going to contact is going to do me proud Cherlins Co-operatives.

We walked into the elevator and it took few second before we were in the reception. "To my hotel." He said to the driver as soon as we got out of the company's reception. He has an hotel? Well,he's a billionaire so I don't blame him. We drove for few seconds before the driver stopped and informed us of our arrival. Demetrius reluctantly looked up from the phone he was typing away on and opened the door without waiting for me. Who am I? That he should wait for me. I scoffed and scurried after him.

"Please welcome, our CEO, Mr. Matthias Westwood!" Everyone stood up upon seeing the handsome man walking up the stage. He was wearing a well-tailored charcoal suit which perfectly matched his looks. He has a dark slicked back hair, thick black brows that seemed to furrow everytime. His eyes were ocean blue that could melt any woman he would stare at. "Isn't he so handsome?" one of the women in the audience whispered to the woman beside her. "Truly he is. But I have also heard that he's quite a player. He changes woman so quickly like changing his clothes. Well, I can't blame him though. He is truly a greek god. Plus, he is super wealthy."

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

The headlines flashed dangerously before me: “Billionaire Big-shot busted in bathroom bonanza with another dude;” “Toilet tryst torches tycoon’s rep: caught pants-down with a guy;” “Filthy rich and filthy habits: billionaire’s bathroom boy-toy bust;” The morbid names kept coming, each worse than the order that held me bound to where I was as I watched him leave the bathroom. As soon as his presence left I felt some sort of motion in my bones. I moved slowly, pushing the door.

“Can you put the phone to Sax?” “Of course.” “Brother, miss me?” I rolled my eyes, which I didn’t do often. “Sax, can you do something for me?” He laughed. Of course, he did. “Do you really have to ask me?” “It’s personal.” “Oh, boy. Are you and the beautiful billionaire okay?” “That’s what I want to ask you about.” “No, I won’t do it.” “You didn’t even know what favor I’m asking, asshole.” I groanediooooooooooooooookl.

"Did you know that Mr. Collins is such a good person? He's not only a billionaire and a good-looking guy, but he also gives a lot of his funds to charities and helps poor people. He was loved by everyone!" "Did he do that?" I asked after clearing my throat. "Oh, don't you know? Mr. Collins didn't tell you this, did he? What a humble person..." He said this while gently brushing my hair, and the other woman put lipstick on my lips. All of these preparations are making me tired, but I'm shocked to learn that a Devil Mafia member is hiding as an excellent Samaritan billionaire in this cruel world. I took a deep breath when I looked in the mirror and saw that I looked so pretty and that all of m

I declined. “I’m not just anyone Ava, I’m Egon Hatt! The wealthiest, smartest, most attractive and youngest billionaire you could meet in the whole of Carlifornia.” He listed being a bit braggadocious, as he grabbed my chin,lifting it up until the tip of our noses touched. And I suddenly forgot how to breathe, I forgot how to be human and nearly passed out from the lack of oxygen. My heart was pounding furiously behind my rib cage threatening to burst out any second.

The wooden window and door frames were looking dull. “Alex, has Samuel ever renovated this mansion?” I asked. “Not yet. If there are no broken parts, then Sir never renovates,” he replied as he ran the car out of the mansion. “Why so?” I asked again. “Because all this time he has only worked to recover from a broken heart and a feeling of sadness because of his condition. Sir Harris had never felt affection since childhood and he tried hard alone to be the best. Here are all the results. Harris Company and he became the number one richest person in Valxina City. However, his personal life was inversely proportional to his success. He was so heartbroken that he wanted to end his life. Luckily

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea