One Night Stand With My Billionaire Twin Boss Novels & Stories

Your money’ he smirked, his eyes went through the cleavage of my breast. ‘Hmm.’ ‘No need to hide that from me. I have something better to offer you, to keep the money with you as yours. You must do something for me,’ he said for the very first time. He was not going to take my money. Feeling excited by this offer. ‘What's that?’ I asked him. "I need you to do something, and that is a one-night stand with the well-known billionaire's son," he said to me. I furrowed my eyebrows.

“I thought… I thought you were…” He stared at her, eyes sharpening. Realization hit them both. She hadn’t just slept with someone out of heartbreak. She had slept with the wrong twin. Before she could speak again, his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, and his expression shifted—his jaw tightening, his posture suddenly alert. He stood, gathering his clothes without another word. “What’s going on?” she asked, shaken. Aiden turned to her, his eyes now clouded with something darker than regret.

Michael barely had time to register who was standing in front of him before I pushed my way inside, slamming the door shut behind me. He staggered back, eyes widening. He looked rough—like life had chewed him up and spit him out. But I didn’t care. "Who on earth are you, barging into my room like that?" "Sarah's husband. The one you are messing with by being here." He scoffed. "You are the billionaire husband that girl managed to seduce. I've heard a lot about you." I grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him against the wall. "You made a mistake coming back here," I said, my voice low, controlled.

She leaned on it. “People were looking at me.” “Yeah,” I said. “They know who I am and they saw the video, and now they’ve seen you too.” She covered her face with her hands. “This is bad, this is really bad. I just had a one-night stand with a billionaire.” I raised a finger. “Correction, you didn’t have a one-night stand. You passed out before anything happened.” “Still! That’s not better!” She walked to the bed and sat down.

"But there's no average car in your garage boss.." "I'll use the BMW." "Alright boss." With that, Lucas leaned his head on the seat and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to accept this arranged marriage in the first place, until a picture was sent to him days back and it turned out to be the girl he had ordered his manager to look for. His one night stand. He smirked recalling that ever overwhelming night. She got him captivated. Lucas savored that moment, no girl had ever made him felt that way, or ordered him into lovemaking like she did.

Jen teased her, making us laugh as Charlotte blushed in anger. We went straight to my room, and Jen hit me playfully. “D*mn! The boss is the one you had a one-night stand with!” she exclaimed. “Shut up, someone might hear you. I don’t want to remember that—it didn’t mean anything, and it’s embarrassing,” I said. “What if he remembers?” Jen asked. “He won’t. I’m sure he doesn’t remember me,” I said, though worried. “Are you sure he doesn’t remember, or is he just pretending?” Jen pressed.

Stella asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I smiled at her, accepting her invitation. We donned our masks once more and made our way to the dance floor. As I let myself move to the rhythm of the music, I pushed my worries aside, allowing the pulsating beat to consume me. As I swayed my hips, shouted, and threw my hands in the air, I couldn't shake the turmoil in my mind. We were at a sophisticated social event, where I was representing my employer, Delaware Enterprises. Suddenly, I felt a pair of warm hands on my hips. I spun around to meet a pair of captivating dark eyes. He wore an exquisite necklace that immediately caught my attention, and his breath, minty and fresh, brushed against m

At least, not anymore. I reached for my phone with shaky hands, propping it against the headboard. I lay back on the bed, still in my wedding gown, legs parted slightly, the soft moan escaping my lips before I even touched myself. Slowly, I let the strap of my gown fall off, exposing my two fair mounds as I pictured Logan, my boss. His voice whispering dirty into my ears. His hands grabbing my tits like I was doing. His mouth sucking and twitching my nipples.

“Now, you have a new job.” At least, I wouldn’t get to see the numerous girls that were visiting him in a day. Even though he said he wouldn’t anymore, I couldn’t believe it would be that easy. And a diamond ring meant nothing to a billionaire. It was just excess money that needed spending. I watched as his eyes raomed my body. It suddenly felt like that night when I had stripped before him and I reached for my glass of wine. “How about a being my plus one tonight?" he asked.

“Why are you dropping me here?” “This is where Boss works, madam.” He stepped down, opened my door, and helped me out carefully. Could he have known about Nathan and me all along? From the way things looked, Zamani was clearly the boss here. The timing of Nathan’s sudden firing, the undeserved promotions, the money, the houses, the cars—everything clicked into place. I turned back to Scar. “Did Zamani know about Nathan and me before we broke up?” He gave a short bow. “Only Boss should know that, madam.”