One Night With The Billionaire. Novels & Stories

🔞 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, SPG ALERT 18+ ABOVE, THIS STORY IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS 🔞 --- “Ahhh!!” Astrid moaned softly. She couldn’t stop herself because of the strange sensation she was feeling for the very first time. “Don’t moan too much, lady… ahh, you’re so tight!” Apollo said as he enjoyed a night with the waitress, Astrid. After that exhausted night , the billionaire newcomer to their town and the young waitress both fell into a deep sleep.

"Why the rush? We weren't scheduled to fly out until tomorrow." A pause, then his laugh, sharp, unapologetic. "Got a tip last night. One of our staffers in the Dubai office, a cute little analyst named Nadia, let slip that another big shot's sniffing around. Some Emirati tycoon with deeper pockets than God. If we don't close by tomorrow morning, he's swooping in with an all-cash offer. We can't let that happen." I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the tile floor cool under my feet. Nadia. Of course. Sebastian's "tips" always came with a side of conquest. "You mean you slept with her and she talked shop in the afterglow?"

he said, his tone deeper than before, “how about we continue this night elsewhere? Somewhere a bit more... private.” My heart was already racing. Dan’s proposition was bold and intriguing—too bold for me on a normal day. But something just made tonight different. I nodded. “Sure. Why not? I’m up for it.” With that, we settled our tab and made our way out of the bar. The cool night air washed over us as we stepped onto the sidewalk. Dan hailed a taxi, and as we sat side by side in the backseat, he cleared his throat once more. “The Vine.”

He asked like he was daring me to say I didn't. But how was I supposed to understand all that when he was speaking so fast? He's looking for reasons to not like me, that much is obvious. How do I explain to my parents that I came here single and now I'm suddenly married to a freaking billionaire? “If you would please speak slowly, then it would be appreciated,” I say, faking a smile. And it was clear he heard the sass in my voice because his lips formed a frown as he stared at me, clearly not appreciating the tone.

She noticed people staring at her and some of them were whispering stuff to each other but she chose to ignore them. Well who was to blame when the wife of a Well known billionaire was doing her own grocery shopping. Something she had to convince Damian to let her do. He had insisted she ordered everything and have it delivered but after a lot of persuasion from her side he decided to let her go. After paying for everything, Maya walked out with a two bags full of grocery and she told outside patiently waiting for a cab.

Dear Pluto, Tonight feels like it's going to be a really big night. I probably shouldn't be excited, considering why I'm really attending this party, but I am. Phoebe got us this invite, and it's the rich people's graduation after party. I'm on my way to make some money, connect with the wealthy, and see what happens with Scott Jones. Something feels different tonight—like things might actually change for me. I just want to make it through and start making a name for myself after graduation. ***

He took a deep breath and tightened his grip around her tiny waist, preventing her from escaping. "Are you refusing now? It's too late, little girl!" The arrow is already on the line. How can it not be shot? This wildcat's weak resistance only provoked the man's possessive instinct. And then, as they say, whatever can happen will happen. Those two body keep entwining each other through a passionate night of love... The following day was beautiful. The first rays of morning sunlight penetrated through the glass window, shining on the messy blanket. On the king-size bed in VIP room 2109 of the Royal INVITE hotel, only one person was fast asleep, her naked body full of traces, enough to know ho

Our one-night stand was off-the-charts hot. I just didn’t expect him to walk into the office the next morning… as my new billionaire boss. Dylan is older, dangerously sexy, and every inch the cold-hearted CEO. He doesn’t do attachments. He doesn’t do second rounds. But now he needs a favor—me, playing his fake girlfriend to get his meddling mother off his back. I agree, thinking I can keep things professional. Big mistake. Behind closed doors, we can’t keep our hands off each other.

“But today? He asks you to make him coffee—and not just ‘get me one from the café downstairs,’ no. Like, your coffee. That’s new.” I didn’t respond right away, but something must’ve shown on my face, because Ava softened. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m not here to start rumors or anything. Just… noticing things.” “I don’t think there’s anything to notice,” I replied, careful. “He’s just… particular.” She grinned. “Aren’t all billionaires?” I let out a quiet laugh, the tension in my shoulders easing just a bit. Ava had that effect—it was like she knew exactly how to balance curiosity with kindness.

“Like you didn’t fuck me and vanish before sunrise? No name. No note. Nothing.” “It was supposed to be a one-night thing,” I bit out, even as my body betrayed me, arching into him, soaking for him. “One-night stands don’t haunt people for days,” he snapped, pushing my skirt up. “They don’t leave their scent on my sheets or my mind.” I gasped as he grabbed my thigh and hoisted it around his waist. His hands were rough, desperate..each touch a demand. But his control? It was barely hanging by a thread.