One Night Stand With A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Though he really had no clear idea of who she was, he felt himself wanting to know her more, and when he had tried to talk to Grace after she had given him a very long stare, Grace had just rushed out of the elevator as though he looked like some killer or something like that. The billionaire's name was Billionaire Redford Vonn; he had no idea what was going on in life, but seeing her face a few minutes ago said it all. He could see the anger, the very pain in her eyes, though she tried to hide it, but he was afraid he could read her heart. He had rushed out to talk to her after she had snubbed him earlier, but before he could get to the spot, he saw a car driving out and was quick to see he

I knew that I looked very beautiful that night, but I was just as sure that my beauty was not the reason behind the shocked expression on the face of one of the men sited opposite my Dad at the dining table. "Danielle, this is Adrian Valentino, your husband to be, and Alfredo Valentino, his father" I faintly heard my dad introduce, but I was too busy trying to comprehend the cruel twist of my fate to listen to what my father was saying. What was the snotty bastard of a one night stand from the resort doing, sited in my house? "You!" I heard him say at the same time that I did. "Do you two know each other?" I heard a male voice ask.

he said, he said firmly. "Or are we going to get down to what you're here for?” With that I knew I had another long night to deal with another arrogant billionaire. His words snapped me out of my daze and I quickly walked over to him, picked up the crystal decanter, and poured him a glass of wine. His eyes raked over me with something more than hungry.

Adrian’s eyes lit up as he saw me approach them. I couldn’t mistake the lust in his eyes… Almost as if he was making known that he wanted me. As if. I was just a bar waitress, and he was a billionaire. I would be the last person that he would be interested in. And even if he was… He would only see me as a one-night stand. I was sure of it. I knew that billionaires usually were billionaires because they weren’t tied down to anybody, and could focus solely on hustling and growing their businesses without any distractions.

Lucas’s lips traced a warm path along my neck, and despite my protests—reminding myself that this was just a contract—his soft, commanding whisper broke through: "I'm your husband now. This is more than a contract to me." In that tender yet electrifying moment, I surrendered to him. The night unfolded like a fever dream—passionate, surreal, and overwhelmingly intense. Lucas, with his chiseled abs, defined muscles, and the effortless confidence of a man who owned the world, transformed that night into something extraordinary. I almost forgot that he had been nothing more than a one-night stand not long ago; now he was the richest billionaire, a man whose touch redefined pleasure.

“His name is Damien Gonzalez.” Marie blinked, clearly searching her memory for the name and coming up empty. “Never heard of him.” “He’s some kind of billionaire, apparently. Owns half the businesses in this city, from what I could tell.” “So what happened at his office?” So I told her everything — the accusations of blackmail, the money thrown at me like I was something disposable, the deal that followed. The fake relationship. The promise of a real fashion career. Enough money to finally, finally clear my father’s debt.

"... you're my revenge." Something in his expression shifted. "Revenge," he repeated. "By the time I'm done, he won't even be a memory." "I'm only asking for one night." I tilted my head. "Think you can handle that?" He held out his hand, that unhurried certainty back in his eyes and then I put my hand in his. "You, the only problem with one night..." His voice dropped. "... is that one night is never enough."

The faster way to get him out of here was to say what he wanted. As I closed my eyes in bed, I felt his hand pull up the blanket to my neck. I wanted to look at him once again, but I feared that something I had not bargained for was going to happen. Of course, my life was that messed up because I surely did not have that kind of luck ever in my life. The man I thought I was having a one-night stand with had to be my boss. I felt his hand brush my hair gently, and my breath caught in my throat as I tried to ignore the burning feeling of his fingertips against my skin.

When we arrive, I jump out of my car before Jack can open the door for me. I can't wait any longer to fix this problem with her. She was so upset and hurt because I kissed her out of jealousy. But I need to man up. I need to tell her about me so she can understand me. And if she gives me a chance—I freeze. Isabella comes out from her apartment building with a man. They are standing so close and unlike the one when she was with McLean or even Starck, there is no distance between them. She walks too close to this guy. They walk to the Maserati. I can't see the guy's face because his back is facing me. But they are talking and laughing. The guy hugs Isabella, and she hugs him back. I can't brea

He nods before settling in his air, eyes staring up at the ceiling and I stare down at the desk, fingers tapping against the surface. Took on two men and escaped death. How did Dawn get to know him in the first place? I know it's more than just a hook-up because that man was at her place and she confessed her feelings for him to me. How did they get to know each other? When? Where? But I know that's not the real question. The factual questions are; Who's the man behind that billionaire facade he's putting on? And how dangerous is that man? To what extent do I have to go to get my girl?