One Night Stand With My Billionaire Twin Boss Novels & Stories

How could he… how did he— I rubbed my eyes violently for a second and then a third time, sinking my thumbs deep into my eye sockets, then I closed them again before I opened them. Still, it was still him. The man I had a one night stand with. The very man I threw a hundred and fifty bucks at. My jaw quivered in shock. How was that even possible? But more importantly, where could I run to now?

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.

“You did not!” “I did.” “With who?!” I ran a hand through my hair. “That’s where it gets complicated.” “Complicated how?” I looked at her. “The man from last night…” I paused. “…is Adrian Volkov.” “SHUT UP!” “I’m serious.” Vee jumped to her feet. “The Adrian Volkov? Billionaire? Face card never declines? That Adrian?!” “The same one.” “Oh my God,” she gasped, pacing. “Oh my God, oh my God. Wait, so you’re telling me you went to a club, had a one-night stand with a literal billionaire and then walked into your interview only to see he’s your boss?!”

She required. “No!” I answered immediately. She must not know that Asher grounded me. Gosh!, it’s embarrassing. “Camille, you are acting strange, is their something I should know?” “Yes.... no! Talk to you later, I need to do something”. I hurriedly said and dropped the call. Am so screwed. Lying on my head and closing my eyes, I tried to remember the scenes from yesterday night. It was just a one night stand. I probably can’t see him again. I don’t even know his name!

I knew he was trying to process what I just bombarded in front of him, and I knew he couldn’t take it. I took a deep breath and got up. Jonathan looked straight at me. He wanted me to see that he was doing fine with my answer, but in fact, we both knew the truth behind his sorrow. One-night stands are something terrible and beautiful thing in one’s own perceptive. But not always that one-night stand leads you to your forever world. Jonathan and I both knew that already. Sure, the communication, the intensity and the sex were all good. But I guess there was always a part missing that I never got from him.

Sapphire's POV "You have got to be fucking kidding me!" That was the first thing I screamed inside of my head when I saw who sat before me. The very same man with whom I had a one night stand, the strange man that I slept with in a drunken state, that man was none other than my new CEO? He was New York's most talked-about billionaire, Mr Donovan? Creator of Tinzel? Who would've thought? I wasn't expecting to see the man so soon and worse, here of all places! The universe really played a trick on me, a wicked one at that.

Her mind struggled to process what was happening, but the drug was too strong. She pulled her phone from her bag and made a call; “Hello, she's ready for you. Do whatever you want with her.” She said, smirking. Unbeknownst to them, a few floors below, Landon Malcolm was celebrating a deal that would solidify his status as one of New York's youngest billionaires. His friends, always eager for a good time, had spiked his drink, urging him to let loose for once. "Come on, Landon, just one more!" his friend, Ty, laughed, pushing another glass into his hand.

It didn't stop here but I brought up the paper. “Use it as your payment?” I read out loud. I stamped it on the table, my eyes narrowed and my chest was filled with anger. This really pissed me because I really remembered what happened. “Is she taking me as a slut to pay for my services?” This was the first time someone dared to insult me. This was a great insult stamped on my face. Paying a billionaire for a one-night stand? I was expecting she would wake up in the morning and demand for her payment, then I'll gladly give it to her. I haven't done one-night stands before but I've heard the man pays the woman. I derived pleasure from her, I should pay her.

I got pregnant after a sizzling one-night stand. I didn’t know then he was the son of a billionaire mafia Don. That night, he walked over to me with powerful strides that announced to the world, that he owned it. The dim light dancing over his sculptured face, Teased me with a glimpse of perfection. His deep baritone voice vibrated thru my core, and before I knew it, we were back at my place, thrusting into ecstasy. For hours he took me to heaven and back,

Lisa stood there, confused and quite surprised at everything Branden had just said. "You...you're the one who brought me here that night?" She stammered out in disbelief. Branden nodded in response. "Yes, I am, from the club downtown. Some lunatic was trying to take advantage, so I intervened and brought you somewhere safe." Lisa's head spun as the memories all came running back. This powerful billionaire had been her rescuer that fateful evening. Branden, sensing her confusion, he reached out for her shoulders, "It's alright, dear; you were quite intoxicated; I'm just glad I was there to help.”