Playing With A Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

Running a gloved hand over the bannister, Reena tried to find comfort and inner peace as she took a deep breath and squinted in the extra dim lighting, in a way the absence of light felt like an extension of the game Reena was sure the billionaire was intent on playing with her. “You can go in.” Her escort informed her in his carefully detached voice and turned around in the next breath, leaving Reena to her fate. Pushing the door open, she lingered by the door, absolutely stunned to silence by the allure of the room within.

No, this time, the man did not actually ask but instead just slipping the ring on the appropriate finger while Lynan was distracted with food. There might have been some tearful scolding to do it properly, but he did say yes in the end. The picture was captioned, ‘Finally going to be a real housewife. MY housewife.’ Well… Looks like playing games with the billionaire turned out to be a serious lifetime commitment. The End.

Thank you because to hate something, you have to feel for it. Loving the Billionaire series: Book 1: Arya and Devon (A deal with the billionaire) Book 2: Emma and Jeremy (A Game With The Billionaire) Book 3: Nicole and Xavier (Taming the billionaire) Book 4: Ethan and Emily Book 5: To Be Released Either you love it or hate it, Please leave reviews and comments about your favorite characters, words that stuck with you or simply how much you enjoyed it. Your words matter a lot to me!

"Play me, baby. I want 'you' to make me lose control." The sight had me clenching my pussy. Johnny, blindfolded, cock hard and on display, legs spread wide—offering me a belt like a gift. Like he needed to be handled. A surge of déjà vu crashed through me, but this wasn’t the same. Not even close. He wasn’t teasing me with power. He was giving it up. Who would believe me if I told them that the Johnny Miles—powerful, domineering, billionaire womanizer—was now sitting obediently on a chair, ready to be played like a fucking toy?

"Theodore Lloyd is taking over the company? He's kept his identity a secret for so long." "Yes, and he's the youngest billionaire CEO in this country," my father said proudly, as though Theodore's success somehow reflected on him. "If you become the next Mrs. Lloyd," he continued, "imagine the fame, the power, the wealth. It's all within your grasp." "Don't worry, Dad," Sabrina said, and her voice was full of determination. "I won't let you down."

Just picked up a pillow and blanket and tossed them onto the oversized chaise by the window. The next morning, Paris greeted them with sun and scandal. Cassian handed her a croissant and his phone. On the screen: photos of them at the gala, lips barely touching, hands too familiar. Headlines followed: Cassian Wolfe’s Mystery Fiancée Unmasked. Eden Blake: From Deliveries to Diamonds. Sleeping with the CEO? Or Just Playing the Part? Eden stared at the screen. “They’re calling me a gold digger.” “They call everyone that,” Cassian said flatly. “Ignore them.”

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

I asked, throat warm. He shrugged, cheeks flushing. “Not long. I started when you told me you wanted Tuesdays. I thought about the smallness of it. I thought about the little ways that keep people from disappearing in their own lives. That sketch? It’s a promise for all the tiny things I want to do with you.” My hands covered the page like a lover would cover a face. The ridiculousness of a billionaire drawing stick-figure children with a pencil pressed into his knuckles made my heart trip in a way that was both humiliating and delicious. I had been given a private catalog of his softest wishes.

Charity had a way of softening people’s hearts and I took the opportunity to reach out to more clients. Rylee still had me in the neck and I was still thinking of what to do. I knew she had feelings for Manolo but it just wasn’t right. She was carrying me. No child of mine was ever going to be in the way of their lovemaking episodes. I was attracted to her but I knew I could never get her to like me too. I had lost but I was contented. No woman was ever going to make me beg for attention or love. Montelle was trying all possible best to get me to love her but women were disgusting to me at that time. I knew I wasn’t the only billionaire she was scouting and most definitely not one of the one

As if I should talk. My entire family fortune was built around lies, violence, and coercion. It was dog-eat-dog in the world I grew up in, although Papa had kept me rather secluded from most of it. It came to a point where seeing men with guns strapped to them and literal suitcases of obscene amounts of cash was commonplace. So, if I could manage to live in that world, then a few snotty sorority girls should be easy enough. I’d learned the hard way that heels were never the way to go, so I was sporting a pair of bright white runners that were so comfortable that it felt like I was walking on air with each step I took.