The Billionaire Jock's Game Of Love Novels & Stories

"Why can't you love me just like you love Malia? I have a pretty face just like her's, I can satisfy you in bed, I can also be the perfect girlfriend and wife for you and also I can become the mother of your children. Maybe the only thing I don't have is wealth, I'm not as wealthy as the billionaire heiress but my love is enough for us to conquer the world together" "Yeah you were right when you made that statement. You aren't wealthy like the billionaire heiress but I know you don't love me, you just love my money and you want to trap me in your love so you could get your hands on all my properties and become the owner you greedy woman. Just so you know you can't have your cake and eat it"

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

We looked at each other and he gestured for me to shake hands with his client. I nodded at him and shook hands with her for a brief moment. Madam took a step back and was in awe as she looked at the two guys in front of her. She said, “It’s amazing to see two young billionaires together. And what’s even more amazing is that both are from the same family. I heard that your businesses are known as sister companies. It must be a delight to have each other in the same business.” I pressed my lips firmly as I turned towards the brothers. Both chuckled shyly with what they heard.

I don't want him to be tied to a marriage that won't last forever. "I want everything to be in its proper place before we get married," I continued, sternly then glanced at Levi because his half an hour time was up. "So, I'll still be waiting then," he choked, I got alarmed. Does he trust me that much to see him break down? Isn't he a billionaire madman? What's going on? "Oh no, I'm not trying to force you on this, it's okay. It's okay. I'll wait, I'll patiently wait, even when we're forties or sixties I'll still wait for you."

I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer to anyone who was listening. Then, a voice cut through the chaos, clear and unmistakably female. "Two million dollars." The room fell silent. All eyes turned to the source of the voice, a young woman sitting at a table near the back. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes were fixed on me. The auctioneer hesitated for a moment, then spoke up. "Two million dollars, going once... going twice..." I held my breath, hardly daring to believe what was happening. The old man had dropped out of the bidding, but this woman was offering three times as much as anyone else. Who was she? And why was she willing to spend so much money on me?

It was Adrian Bishop, a billionaire known for his cutthroat business tactics and an unwavering obsession with Ethan's success. "Amelia, Ethan, how lovely to see you," Adrian greeted us, his voice dripping with false charm. "I have a proposition for you. Care to join me for a little game of chance?" Ethan and I exchanged a glance, a mix of curiosity and caution flickering in our eyes. We had heard tales of Adrian's high-stakes gambling ventures, where fortunes were won and lost in the blink of an eye. We knew better than to underestimate his cunning and the lengths he would go to in order to achieve his goals.

His husky voice made my heart pound faster and I realized I was playing a dangerous game but I've been London’s little heartbreaker, I also have a few tricks of mine. I came close to him and inclined my head then bent a little as if I was going to kiss him. Then when my lips were just a whisper away from his, I said, “Not in your wildest dream, Sinclair.” His eyes went wide with shock as I sashayed back to my room feeling giddy. Two can play this game, they said. But this was my game and I was playing it alone and I would win.

I can’t wait for his fingers to be on me again, but he reaches for the remote instead and switches on the set in front of us. “Darn!” he shouts, as his face appears on the screen. I have never seen someone so opposed to being featured in the entertainment news, but it was probably just Jack who had this tendency of getting into the entertainment world. The screen goes blank as he jabs the remote rather madly. “If only my father wasn’t Jayce Tallion, the biggest womaniser and richest billionaire in the city, would you have spared a look at me?”

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

He led me out of the mansion toward the waiting car. The charity gala was held in one of the city’s most luxurious hotels. It was glamorous, and women dripped in diamonds. Men in designer’s suit laughed over champagne. The second Damian and I entered, people turned in our direction and soft surprised whispers followed. “That’s his wife?” “She’s beautiful.” “I heard she came from nothing, she’s too innocent for him.” I lowered my eyes. Damian’s hand pressed against my lower back, it felt possessive. I gasped softly at his touch.