Taming My Billionaire Novels & Stories

I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me and moved against him a little bit more, as my body continued to buck with the intensity of my orgasm “Yes ahhh ..”I moaned “Yes baby moan for me as I own ur body ,just how I fucking bought you with my money..” I frozed ,the moan stopped in my throat What the fuck I was sold to a billionaire

m. I let out a breath I felt like I had been holding for years. The tension left my body, replaced by a hollow, aching void. I looked at the mansion—the sprawling, dark hallways lit by flickering candles, the shadows dancing on the walls like silent watchers. “What now?” I asked. “Now,” Emelia said, gesturing to a maid standing nearby. “We transform you. You have forty minutes to learn the scent, the walk, and the attitude. And then, you meet your billionaire.”

Eds protested. "I beg to differ," Taron clicked his tongue. "Dagger saw you looking all sweet last week for the rich guy. I should have known that bastard looked familiar." "What are you talking about?" She inquired. "Mr Tai chi is the billionaire who got dumped by his actress girlfriend two weeks ago. He was the one Dagger saw you with last week." Taron explained. "You got yourself a great catch, sweetheart." "I was doing a job." Eds informed him. "Nothing more."

I breathed, doing my best to find a way to rectify the situation, even though I knew the damage was already done. She’d watched me splutter his balls, splutter his brains out. Seen me for who I really was. Came to the realization that the reason I was a billionaire… Was because I was an Italian fucking Capo. She didn’t say a word the entire time, it was like she’d suddenly forgotten how to fucking speak. “Jasmine,” I repeated, needing to speak to her about this, and try to reason with her.

I spread the butter evenly on my bread, that was the previous night and it's morning I have to prepare myself. "Thank God for Mr Billionaire I would have been kicked out of this cottage" I grumbled picking my hot tea I took my phone to call Salome, a good friend of mine "Hey Salome! how are you?" I asked happily "Am good. At least not blowing like you," We laughed "I heard you had a billionaire client" She said surprised "Yeah" I answered reluctantly "We were at Breton Hotels and Suites" "Wow! Aria am beginning to feel the agency is not fair" She complained

She thought that the worst was over but then, her phone once again produced a beep sound, a notification that someone sent her a message. She grudgingly walked back to her chair to pick up her phone. 'How unfilial of you! Your father would be sent out of the city! And aren't you smart? Just how does that smarty brain of yours work? You'll get a hold of the city's renowned billionaire! What's so bad about that?! I'm actually giving you a perfect road to the top!' She can't help but sigh after reading her father's message. This old guy is really the main trigger of a massive migraine.

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

He looked so different like this—relaxed, almost boyish. “Perfect,” he said as she handed him a glass and curled up beside him. They sipped in comfortable silence, the tension between them shifting into something softer, something more intimate. “So,” Elena said, setting her glass down on the coffee table. “What do you do when you’re not running the world?” Damien raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “You mean, when I’m not busy being a ruthless billionaire?” “Exactly,” she said, grinning.

“Like they didn’t just understand my taste, they understood me. It had to have been you.” “It had to be me. I’m your best friend.” Jess bumped her shoulder into mine with a smug grin. “Who knew dating a billionaire could take you from homeless to homeowner in record time? I seriously need to find myself one of those, ASAP.”

That is how serious it is with him. He has been busy with work recently; hence, he would have had this discussion with her before now as his heart is always beating for just this woman before him. Bexley. The only woman who can tame this arrogant, cold and heartless billionaire and a Mafia Don. However, she is yet to know that part. "What about Denise?". He asked. "What about him?". She asked him. "Stop asking my question with a question Bex". He warned as he glared at her.