The Billionaire's First Glance Novelas e Histórias

the henchman answered. "The fuck do you mean by that? Your orders were the billionaire, not his woman, for Christ's sake!" A voice from behind chimed in, another familiar voice. "The girl saw my face. We couldn’t leave her. Besides, her family is probably loaded, so it’s a win-win." That was a lie, I never saw a face, it was intentional. "Win-win? Did you say win-win? The fuck is wrong with you? It’s already hard enough that we took the country’s golden prince; now we have to deal with her too?"

Even I recognized the name; billionaire businessman, who owns half of New York, I remembered we were supposed to meet him at dinner with Mr Owell. “He’s a billionaire,” another girl chimed in, tugging off her earrings. “Owns, like, half the city, and always comes in looking like he stepped out of a magazine shoot. Tall, broad shoulders, that jawline,” She sighed dramatically, “It should be illegal to look that good.” “And don’t forget his eyes,” one of the newer girls added. “Grey, cold, God, if he looked at me for two seconds, I would melt.” Laughter bubbled through the group, but the tone shifted when one of them leaned closer, lowering her voice. “You know they usually book Raven, right?”

“But I won’t deny it—he’s gorgeous as hell.” What was she talking about? I followed her gaze. Electric black eyes scanned the room. People turned to look at him as he entered. He moved through the crowded club with an air of superiority. Just like the first time he brought me here. A head-turning billionaire. A narcissistic billionaire who carefully guards his image. Magazines paint him as generous. A philanthropist. A donor. A man who runs an orphanage. Please. Even if the sea boiled or a volcano erupted, I doubt he’d spare a penny without purpose.

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

Looking at him with innocent curiosity. Adrian swallowed slowly. And for the first time in his life… The powerful billionaire didn’t know what to say.

The ten people silently watch him speak as the eyes followed his subtle movements on the screen. His posture was elegant, his suit was definitely expensive and his face should be very handsome. It was only the few features they have seen but one can already guess that he’s rich. Ah this man is a billionaire. A god who accidentally descended the Earth. Everyone thought silently as they ogled his body on the screen. The ten people tensed up as they heard the harsh click of tongue. The man just ‘tsk’ at them! They all stared at the screen and deeply scrutinized the person who planned to send them in the gates of hell.

I glanced around at the flowers, the heart-shaped decoration, and the entire romantic setup. “What exactly am I supposed to be looking at?.” I glanced around once more. “Oh, please.” She scoffed. “I thought you had something huge to pull off today, huh? Well, would you look at what my goodness brought into his life, a billionaire!. Now tell me, how exactly are you going to top that?”

"You're the one who hired me to look at you. I'm just simply doing my job" "That's true..." His eyes held mine. "Look all you want, Sage." We're on a first name basis now!? Fuck! I've never loved the sound of my name as much as I do now. Shaking off all the thoughts, I focused on my sketch. But my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't help but think about the rumors. The reclusive billionaire who has never been photographed, interviewed or even been seen in public. That same billionaire had an hunger in his eyes… one that seemed to be directed at me.

“I’m engaged.” Gasps and murmurs rent the air and Alison’s expression shifts from mischievous to surprise. I guess she is expecting a ‘no’ from me, so she can embarrass me more. “You are?” Her voice shifts an octave higher. “Yes.” I look her straight in the eyes. “Not just to anyone but to a billionaire.” Alison goes pale instantly and her jaw drops to the ground. “A billionaire.” She echoes the words like she can’t believe it. “Who is he?” Another lady shifts in her seat, glaring 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.”