One Night With The Billionaire. Novels & Stories

But that wasn’t the worst part. "Billionaire Damian Cross and Mystery Woman Caught in a Tense Reunion – A Scandalous Past?" I scrolled further. Dozens of speculations flooded the page. "Ex-lovers rekindling an old flame?" "Who is the woman that rattled the tech mogul?" "Damian Cross's past comes knocking – and she doesn’t look happy." My stomach twisted as I read the last line: "Insider sources claim this woman could be tied to the billionaire's forgotten past."

But the bottom line is that I am beyond grateful. "Your husband didn't pay you to spend the night with him, did he?" the hot billionaire asks while striding closer. I inhale his lovely odour as he halts right in front of me and the fingers of his right hand lightly touch my chin. His beautiful eyes stare deeply into mine, making my crazy brain imagine things I shouldn't. "No. He didn't pay me to sleep by his side," I say.

I asked, shocked to my core by the implication of his actions. "Is that too small? I did not think you were prehensile, but I guess books can not be judged by their covers." He said. Still in shock, I watched as he opened his wallet and dropped another was of bills on top of those lying on the bed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked angrily, "What do you take me for?" "I admit we both had fun last night but I would appreciate if you did not take that as an opportunity to lust for something more. I have no interest in pursuing anything more than a one night stand." He said.

The room was enormous, with a massive bed facing the open ocean view. But we weren’t alone. Five other men were already waiting— all billionaires, all powerful, all naked and hard. Damien threw me onto the bed. “Gentlemen,” he said with a dark smile, “this is Lila. She’s ours for the next two weeks. No limits.” The first billionaire, a tall silver-haired man in his fifties, climbed onto the bed and pushed my legs back. He slammed into my pussy in one thrust and started fucking me with long, deep strokes.

The one that stuck the most was shock and confusion. “What? That’s not possible. Lura would never do something like that! And besides, she’s broke and her family name is all full of dirt right now so how can she get getting married? To who?” He whined while I just smiled. "To Zane Ashford," I said, watching the name land like a grenade and though I knew he’d definitely know such big name, I still decided to let out the full gist for effect. "He’s a billionaire and the heir to an empire that makes Vanes’ look like a lemonade stand. And more importantly, he’s my man, or he was, until that little charity case moved into his house and stole him from me.” I let out while his jaw tightened.

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

She asks, eyeing get suspiciously. “Because it's Williams Richard's son's mom! The person that slept with Ruth nine months ago is the richest man in the world! Williams Richard!”. “What?"

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.

“The man who paid for the room was Mr. Lucian Draxen.” Selena gasped. I stared blankly. “Who?” The receptionist blinked at me. “You don’t know Lucian Draxen?” Before I could respond, Selena grabbed my hand. “Thank you,” she said quickly, dragging me outside. I yanked free once we hit the street. “Selena! We still don’t know anything.” “We do.” She shoved my phone at me. “G****e him.” My hands shook as I typed. And then—his face. Everywhere. Magazine covers, headlines, glossy event photos. Lucian Draxen. Billionaire. New York’s elite. Suits that looked stitched from money itself. Surrounded by models, celebrities, power players.

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.