One Night With The Billionaire. Novels & Stories

“No secrets. No lies.” She looked up at him. “I’ll still argue with you.” “Good,” he whispered. “Otherwise I’d think I fell for the wrong Milli.” She kissed him hard, crowd below screaming. Flashbulbs captured it all. The real billionaire. The girl who never needed saving. And the empire they burned down—together.

Billionaire playboy, the new CEO of my company and now the whole world knew I had slept with him. “That’s him, my one-night stand” I mumbled, my eyes darting everywhere else but Hailey’s. I was too embarrassed to look at her in the face. I stared at the ceiling fan rotation, the worn-out carpet, and the chipped painting by the wall…. “No way!” Hailey choked out, her hands flying to her mouth. “The first time you decide to have a one-night stand, you end up with THE Justin Branson? Multi Billionaire Justin Branson" she added.

“Anna, where have you been? I texted you yesterday.” I said, “I need to see you. Can you come over?” She said, “On my way.” Lisa got there in twenty minutes, and she walked in and hugged me. “You look rough. What happened?” I sat on the couch, and she sat next to me. I said, “Remember the rich guy, the one night thing?” She said, “Yeah, the BDSM billionaire you got money from.” I said, “It happened more than one night, He paid double.”

And then my gaze dropped on a magazine lying on the seat next to me. Curious, I picked it up. The cover showed a man in a sharp suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, his piercing blue eyes stared straight into mine. I froze. It was him. I could recognize him anywhere. My heart skipped a beat. I stared at his photo, my mind racing. The headline reads: “ALEXANDER GREY: The Billionaire You Can’t Ignore.” A billionaire? I felt like I'd been slapped right on the cheek. The man I had a one-night stand with… is a billionaire?

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

Her stomach twisted as her eyes landed on a black card and a folded note resting in the middle of the bed. Her pulse quickened. She reached for the note with trembling fingers, unfolding it to reveal a four-digit PIN scrawled at the top, followed by an elegant, almost clinical script: Compensation, as promised. Her breath hitched as her gaze shifted to the number beneath it. 2,500,000. She stared at it for a long moment before a startled squeal escaped her lips. She clamped a hand over her mouth, her heart hammering. She remembered. The man.

She had a one night stand with her ex's Uncle, a very ruthless billionaire. ‘What have I done!!’ She screamed fearfully in her head, she was doomed. “Ocean.” He called gently breaking her from her trance, Aliyah immediately sprang to her feet, took a few steps back, she bowed slightly in greeting to the billionaire who only stared with amusement dancing across his features. “Take your seat dear.” He said, the endearment reminding Aliyah of their night together… she quickly shut out those thoughts. She slowly obeyed him, Wilson entered, he placed a big brown envelope in her hands, holding the envelope she looked at the billionaire who only stared back at her with fascination dancing in his ey

He’s brilliant, his business is on the Fortune 50 list and he’s a billionaire. All those b’s don’t come easily. You have to work for them. Which leads me to graze my fingertips along his temple, while I stare contemplatively at him. “Are you striving to be Master of the Universe?” He finds this humorous, if the amused flicker in his eyes is any indication. “Not.” “Just seems like you’ve dedicated yourself to something that requires twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five attention.” He gives me another concentrated look and counters, “When I have corporate activity at eleven o’clock at night, or one in the morning that involves you… Are you keeping up on the emails and texts?”

00. The sheer weight of the sum made her breath catch in her throat. One million dollars. It was an astronomical amount of money, a life-changing fortune dropped into her account just for a single night of unhinged, forbidden passion. The realization that the cold stranger was indeed an untouchable, powerful billionaire made her stomach do a nervous, dizzying flip. Meanwhile, down in the dim, concrete shadows of the underground garage, I slid into the leather interior of my blacked-out luxury sedan. The heavy doors shut with a dull, vacuum-sealed thud, cutting off the rest of the world.

“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?!”