Rich Guy Novels & Stories

I looked at him inquisitively trying to think of how he was able to afford a mansion. “Yes baby, mansion. I know you are wondering how, but don't worry" he chuckled. "I am from a very wealthy family and the son of the famous oil billionaire Richard Romania but I don't like talking about it, I love living a simple life” he picked up his shorts and stood to wear it. The sight of his p*nis made me want more. I actually wanted more. I stood up with my naked body and walked towards him as I wrapped my arms around him, he licked his lips and bit them erotically when he saw my naked body.

“Seriously, is the chef secretly on your payroll? This is borderline manipulative.” A slow smile spread across his face, and my stupid heart did that fluttery thing again. It was a real smile, one that reached his eyes and crinkled the corners. It transformed him from a devastatingly handsome billionaire into something approachable. Something… attainable. Which was a million times more dangerous. “I’ll be sure to pass your compliments to Luigi,” he said, his voice warm. “But no, his loyalty can’t be bought. I’ve tried. He just likes me because I tip well and don’t complain about the garlic.”

He reasons, making me laugh. “He is kinda crazy like this always and he is like this with everyone. Being a busy and successful businessman isn't an easy task, you see.” His mouth wides, “Is he crazy rich?” He asks as he takes a seat in front of me on the bed. “Yeah, he is. I also looked like a guppy fish like you when I truly realized how filthy rich he really is.” He closes his mouth as soon as those words leave my mouth. “He can take a bath and clean his shit with gold infused water for the rest of his life and he will still have enough wealth to last him a century.” I exaggerate to make it extra dramatic. Not that I'm far from reality.

I raised two fingers, and he said dismissively, “Just two hundred thousand? If you treat me well over the next few days, I’ll give you a bonus once I regain my memories.” My eyes lit up. “How much?” Shaun raised two fingers as well. “Two million a month.” I shut the laptop and smiled brightly. “What do you want? I’ll buy you a drink. Whatever you like!” “Maybe some sparkling water. But tomorrow. I want to take a shower and sleep now.” “Sure. What do you want to eat tomorrow?” “Croissants and coffee.”

“Hey, Fatty, do you want to come with us?” The rich man smiled brightly as if he had the cat in the bag. “My name is Rich Mann. You can call me Rich.” Rich smiled and introduced himself to Buck, sounding as if Buck was his follower. He would usually bring a bunch of underlings with him wherever he went. However, the travel cost to West Ocean Island was too expensive, several millions for the whole journey. Although he was rich, he would not waste his money like that. Thus, he was more inclined to find a follower here.

I stated. He creased his eyebrows as if he was confused, pulled a puzzled look. "That's… crazy." "It seems to me like you've always been rich. That means you might not be as experienced as I am," I clarified. Finally, he let go of my arm, wrapped his arms around his chest. "What makes you think I haven't been experienced? Being rich isn't freedom, you know?" Okay. This unnecessary conversation had to end. This wasn't what I had come here for.

She was in love and that was enough for her. ******** Selena and Chris’s meeting each other was fated, as Selena would always say. Chris was not a popular kid in school. He was more of a bookworm and nerd that minded his business, and hardly mingled with the other students in school. Selena, on the other hand, was popular; not by choice but because of her rich father Mr. Harry Delacroix, a shrewd businessman who owned the biggest bank in New York and had huge investments in agriculture, oil, and gas, and the latest technology, His mind churned with business ideas and after his divorce, he had refused to remarry but only dated and grew his holdings. He was also a well-known philanthropist and

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.

To this Richard said in an irritated manner, "Enough of your bullshit crap!!" They kept silent for a moment. Richard broke the silence by telling, "My life is not what it looks like...Being rich, happy, satisfied and contended is what people sees in me...However it's exactly the opposite...Am poor in love...sad on the inside. I don't actually know why am sharing you this but let me tell you that today was my birthday!!!"

"What's your definition of filthy rich guy?" "A cool sum of millions in his bank account. The one who runs his own business company with competent, loyal and smart employees," she tried to answer as straight as she could. "I'm afraid you'll end up being an old maid." Instead of countering his comment, Elaine chose to ask him questions. "Have you ever experienced being treated like shit and being looked down on because of your financial status? Did someone ever slap you on the wrist as if you never did something good your whole life?"