Novel & Cerita One Weekend With The Billionaire

"I'm sorry about that." She started to shake her head, but the friction created a painful tug on her skin and she stopped. "I was just a little surprised, that's all. I didn't mean to argue with your father, Axel. I'm sorry about that too." Axel opened his eyes and stepped back. "Would it really be so terrible if we held the wedding this weekend?" Claire's eyes widened. "How are we going to manage to put everything in place?" Axel gave her a look. "You're talking to Axel Lysander, wife. The most powerful billionaire in New York City. I can have a grand wedding tomorrow, if I so wish."

“What duties do I have?!” Was she a leech? Was she going to suck her blood until the very last drop? How could she be so greedy? “I have it; 1,000,000$.” Standing behind her, he spoke simply. A simple statement from him resulted in everyone’s eyes enlarging from shock. One could easily get a million dollars by requesting for it; who exactly was this man? Could he be a billionaire? Lisa’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed excitedly, “It’s settled, then! There’s hope for our Nana!”

"It was just the same old same old thing I do every weekend, visiting my mother in whatever exotic country she will be filming in for her next acting role on Surtaday, and hanging out with some celebs on my yatch on Sunday. And as for the ride, that's nothing as next week I'm bringing this sweet new model that just came out and I will be the first one to drive it. “I replied with an arrogant smirk on my face. Oh how I loved my life. " whoa man, so cool, can't wait to see it" Kelvin replied with small bothered frown on his face as I knew he was always trying to compete with me but he could never reach my level and he knew it. I was a billionaire and he was a millionaire, a very big difference

They both took a seat and Alessa sat next to Damien while Aria sat next to Aiden. “Is this what you do now? You host dumb parties and dress up fancy?” Damien asked as he looked at her. The kids couldn't hear their conversation. Alessa didn't look at him as she gave a response. She poured herself a drink. “No, this is the first time and I had no idea until it was too late to turn it down,” she replied as she brought the glass closer to her lips. “Really? If you don't know you are all over the news. Have you read the headlines? The billionaire’s ex-wife returns as a billionaire and with twins. She invested in… “

I said to him. I called Joe to get me some girls maybe four girl for tonight, ending the call and talking about girls maybe the sexy girls is not working today, I dropped my phone and entered the bathroom to shower. Coming out of the shower with a towel. My billionaire friends were already calling me and asking me about tomorrow telling they were invited and that they are gonna come with different girls for me and for everyone laughing and ending the call. I started thinking about sexy girl who knows what she’s gonna wear, besides just in few minutes the news have already gone all over the world about my anniversary, 'Life of a trillion dollar man', I said to myself with a smirk on my face

The office made the weekdays eventful with the constant stream of work I had to perform but the weekends didn’t have such luxuries. Bobby had joked on several occasions that my social life was nonexistent and even though he was right, I always won the argument when I pulled out the billionaire card. Being as rich as I was, keeping a social life was a huge liability. Billionaires attracted gold diggers just as effectively as honey attracted flies. This weekend happened to be the most dreadful so far. It wasn’t like I could run off to Geneva to see Vela. I’d made sure that was never going to happen again after our last meeting. All I had now was Bobby; and the office.

I was excited and also curious. Am Amanda Ezeh, 24 and lives alone.Broke at the moment got a lot of bills to settle I work as an humans resource officer in a company owned by a business tycoon Late Chife Johnson Okafor and now being managed by his only son one of the youngest multbillon dollar guy in the country, Richard Okafor. He was pretty rich and from what I heard… He’s an easy going man but too observative. He has an exquisite taste of fashion and had great abs.

I did want to decline his offer, but Miller spared me a glare, and I knew what that meant. We left for a high-class bar which was a few miles after the boutique. Seated and relaxing my muscles, I went through my phone to avoid us starting a conversation. "I heard you were coronated as the youngest billionaire of New York last year at the Billionaire's festive award." He let out, which for some reason caught my attention. I ran my hand in my hair before replying to his comment, "Since you are aware of that, I don't see why you chose to remind me."

I think on those days he’s gotten in trouble for messing up his accounts. I can’t think about that, though. Most of the time, our life is comfortable. We live a pretty meager life in the largest city in the country, but no one knows that our existence is so pitiful. Jeff spends most of his salary on appearances, and we have a lot of credit card debt as well. His boss, Braxton Merriweather, is a billionaire. He throws lavish parties and invites people from his company to join him. Jeff never misses a chance because he wants to be a part of that world, even though we really are not. We come from a small town in the midwestern part of the country, thousands of miles from here. Worlds from here.