The Billionaire Jock's Game Of Love Novels & Stories

“I don’t like them and they don’t like me.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” she told him, her voice losing the laughter. The jealousy disappeared. Holly wouldn’t want anyone who didn’t like children. They were her world. Graham wasn’t his competition. At least, not in this. “Would you please excuse me,” Graham asked. “I see the craps table just opened up and I’m feeling lucky. Alex is there and I need to steal his money.” Nathan recognized the man at the craps table as another billionaire. A lovely young woman was laughing at something witty he'd just said.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, dark velvet box—the same heirloom box my father had handed over in the boardroom, containing the history of the love affair that had been cut short decades ago. Darien slowly dropped down onto one knee on the hardwood floor. I gasped, my hand instantly flying to my mouth as I looked down at him. The most powerful billionaire in the New York shipping industry, a man who had never bowed to a single board director or corporate rival in his life, was looking up at me with absolute vulnerability in his eyes.

Ah, I forgot a simple fact, which was that I was the only one he treated badly. Then, in that blue December, I finally learned a surprising secret, that man actually in love with me. He made me the heir to his wealth as well as various mysteries that he wrote in his diary. He didn't give much hint in the book, only about his life, his feelings, and why he committed all these crimes to me. In my desperation, I begged God to let me see him again to ask what he really meant. And God granted my request. And here I am, standing looking at him who was focused on finishing the baby bed he had made since a month ago

After spending some time with him, Carmen could tell with confidence that Ronin would have supported Jenna’s every decision, even if it meant sacrificing his own desires. But maybe Jenna never knew Ronin as well as Carmen did in such a brief amount of time. It just proved that she never was in love with Ronin. She was with him because she saw an opportunity—a powerful family backing her career. Ronin looked angry. “So, it was all a game for you, huh? Our childhood, the relationship—everything?” Jenna rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, don’t get all emotional now. I thought you’d be grateful for the breakup,” she shifted her gaze to Carmen, moving closer. “You finally got the chance to make a mov

I pushed the door open and almost choked on the air when my eyes fell on the brown-skinned man, with curly black hair, addressing the committee. Kareem Finnegan. I had seen him on television and magazines but never in person. The young billionaire that had started his multibillion-dollar industry, at the age of twenty-five, from a cheap flat somewhere in the streets of New York. When he wasn’t on the news for his latest business deals and innovation, he was on the news for one scandal or another. My late entrance certainly did not go unnoticed, everyone in the room took turns to pass glances at me. How I hate being the center of attention, especially for the wrong things.

Present Day “Hello, miss. I’m here to see a patient, Mr Arnault,” Jessica said to the nurse at the reception desk. “Are you a relative?” “No. I’m a friend. Sorry, an acquaintance,” Jessica replied. “Alright. Please wait in the lounge. I’ll have to let him know first.” She walked off while Jessica went to sit at the waiting area. She was at the private, executive suite of the hospital. She wasn’t surprised though. Mr. Arnault was a billionaire, afterall.

“What the fuck did you just say, Katie? Are you crazy? You had sex with a billionaire and all you could figure out to tell him was that it was a big mistake that won’t happen again? Are you fucking out of your mind?” “You just don’t get it, Annie. He ain't what you think he is. He is a fucking Casanova. There ain't no way he’s gonna love me,” Kate let out frustratingly. “Oh damn,” Annie exclaimed. “Katie you’re in love with your boss!” “Hell no, I’m not. What happened was just a mistake and there’s no way in hell it’s gonna happen again.”

Oh, I'm definitely going to come with him this time. He took me to the limo and drove off the building, passing through the thick crowd outside, hoping for some scoop. Now they have it. Johnny Miles and the mystery lady. Would they make some noise about tonight's event—or just the story of one of the youngest billionaires in the world? "Drink?" He offered me a glass of golden liquor and I took it without a word. I felt the bitterness of it draw a line in my throat. "Damn..." he chuckled, watching me lick my lips and straddle him on his seat.

“A temporary, publicly acceptable partner. Six months. I have a situation requiring I appear settled, committed, and absolutely above reproach. It’s an image problem, and you, Miss Chen, are a clean slate with a very large, pressing problem that requires capital injection.” I started to laugh, a dry, hysterical sound that tasted like ash. “You think I’m going to be your prop? You think I’m going to pretend to love you so you can land a land deal or whatever billionaire nonsense this is?” “I don’t think. I know. Because the alternative is watching your father die while you battle the hospital for payment extensions,” he countered, hitting me with a brutal efficiency that left me breathless. H