One Night With The Billionaire. Novels & Stories

"It's the woman who caught my eye last month. She wants to meet, and I'm excited to see her." My brow furrowed. That was exactly what I'd planned to do with the stranger who was the father of my unborn child. "Really?" I replied with a smile, but I couldn't ignore the twinge of something when I heard him say he was going to meet this woman. I quickly chastised myself for the absurdity of my thoughts. "Yeah, I've been trying to get in touch with her for a while, and now she's calling to meet up." For the first time, I saw a glimmer in Cassian's eyes. It seemed the hot-tempered billionaire had fallen for someone.

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.

His cold, somber face, shrouded in the dim light, was a stark contrast to the vibrant, lively scene behind him. Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels clicking against the floor pierced the air, followed by a pair of slender arms wrapping around him. "Lion, everyone's waiting for you to give the word!" The woman tugged at his arm, pulling him from the sofa. As she looked up at his chiseled features, her heart raced like a frantic deer. No wonder he was Lionel Williams, the CEO of K International Group. It wasn't just his billion-dollar fortune; his god-like looks alone could stop traffic, captivating every woman who laid eyes on him. He was born to stand out, a beacon that had shattered cou

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~Maya~ My eyes widened as our lips remained intertwined with each other. I couldn't understand why I had a sense of deja Vu with this strange man. He tasted the exact same way the stranger did. Could it be he's my one night stand? Our eyes locked onto each other as our lips remained intertwined. Looking at the man underneath me, I felt a strange sense of familiarity which couldn't be explained. "B*tch!" A woman yelled as she approached us angrily. Blinking my eyes, I was jolted back to the present. Realizing I was still on top of him, I got up quickly arranging my clothes.

Bile flooded her throat as paralyzing terror clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach. Last night, she'd gotten blackout drunk and married an absolute stranger. A billionaire stranger, from the look of this palatial mansion and his butler - or whatever that woman was supposed to be. And now she was trapped in his home...alone...as his wife. This couldn't be happening! How had one night of drunk idiocy spun so disastrously out of control? The Naked Billionaire - for that was clearly what he was - took a cocky step toward her. "That dress doesn't leave much to the imagination, Mrs. R. Although why don't we just skip the clothes altogether?"

Outside, a siren wailed down Avenue B and faded. Inside, it was just me, him, and a napkin that could save us both. 90 days. A bed that wasn’t a cot in the back room. Food. Heat. No court notice on my door. All I had to do was walk into a billionaire’s world… and not fall for him. Lila sighed in her sleep and burrowed closer to my ankle. I picked up the pen. My signature was messy. Tired. But it was there. Adia Mbeki.

Housekeepers know everything. **Me: She found my earring behind his bed.** **Sophia: ARIANA.** **Me: I know.** **Sophia: You’re really doing this. The billionaire thing.** **Me: I’m really doing the Lucian thing. The billionaire part is just unfortunate packaging.** **Sophia: I’m proud of you. Terrified. But proud.** **Me: Same.** I drive home. Monday looming. Reality waiting. But for now, I have this.

The air inside the hunting shack was thick with the smell of damp earth and rot. Selene sat tied to the wooden chair, her wrists burning where the coarse rope bit into her skin. Across from her, Anna was puzzling out. She was pacing the small room, her breath coming in ragged hitches, the gun in her hand swinging wildly as she ranted about the "injustice" of her life. "I was the pretty one!" Anna screamed, turning to glare at Selene. "I was the one everyone loved! You were just the help! How did you get the billionaire? How did you get the five million?"

The man sat down on his chair very well and adjusted his cloth. “We can all have our seat!” the man said with low voice and all of them sat down back. “Good evening everyone, it’s another lovely night and thank God for that” The man said and adjusted his cloth. “Today! It’s two good news we have and they are awesome” The man smiled and continued talking. “One is that, our fourth Perfect Billionaire’s couple have come back. This is so awesome and I am very happy for this, congratulations to Adewale’s family”