The Billionaire's First Glance Novels & Stories

He said in a low voice. “Is that so?” MJ raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms. “Listen to me, David Botha. My name is MJ Billings; the richest woman in the world. Those who know me say I’m greater than presidents, and mightier than kings.” Her voice sent shivers up his spine, but David refused to show her that she affected him. “I can get anything I want with just a snap of a finger, and destroy everything by just a wave of the hand.” Her face was hard and there was no trace of an emotion on it. “Men wish they had me, and women wish they were me.”

“There, I’ve said it. That’s the most I’ve talked before being interrupted in a long time. How do you get yourself to listen to me? Am I not boring? And do you really not know my name?” The artist shook his head, briefly abandoning her to grab a drink. Only after he’d downed most of it did he reply, “You said you were linked to a billionaire recently and were all over the gossipy news. He’s also the one who makes your heart burn with love and pain. Here’s the thing that I'll remind you about again. I don’t follow that type of news. I’m really immersed in worlds that don’t exist.”

If I let myself feel even a fraction of what Natty was talking about, the whole facade would crumble. ​I stood up to leave, but as I walked toward the door, a man entered the store. He wasn't like the typical wealthy patrons. He was younger, perhaps in his early thirties, with a rugged, unstudied elegance. He wore a simple dark coat and had the kind of eyes that looked like they’d seen too much. ​"Can I help you, sir?" Natty asked, stepping back into her professional role. ​The man didn't look at Natty. He kept his eyes on me. "I was looking for the owner. I heard the Smith heiress was making waves in the retail sector. I didn't realize she’d be doing it in person."

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

He's in a black tux that makes him appear sexier than usual. He looks up from his phone, and I can see his eyes widened. “Jesus Christ!” The fire in his eyes could turn me on right this moment. “You look so…” He shakes his head in slow motion. “Beautiful.” He scans me from top to bottom again. “My God! Are you from a beauty pageant?” I smile, not tearing my gaze from him. He looks handsome himself. And so classy. Of course… he's a billionaire. And so, at that moment, I wonder, would a man like him want to go exclusive with me?”

The helplessness clawed at me, my throat dry, my hands trembling. I didn’t even hear the elevator chime at first. The sharp ding only registered when the doors slid open, snapping me back to reality. My eyes darted toward the entrance. There he was in his mighty aura... The Almighty business Mogul Adrian Steele. Most eligible bachelor and perhaps one of the youngest billionaires in New York.

The money the nightclub would pay at the end of the night was enough for me – and of course, I couldn’t possible strip for anyone. Larry looked angry now. “Well that’s all the money I’d offer for a whore” he said as he stormed off. The billionaire merely shook his head. “Maybe, this one is not a whore,”, he said softly to Larry’s retreating form. “I’ve tasted the innocence in her kisses.” "How did he even know that?” I wondered to myself. I guess he is an expert in women who are strippers, after all, it’s his night club. And to my surprise, the billionaire drew me into a warm hug, his big powerful body covering my tiny one, so that I felt warm, safe, covered.

It was like crawling hands on my skin, which creeped me the fuck out. With a slight shiver, I turned my back to them and leaned my elbows on the huge, wide mahogany front desk. I mean, the West family was rich, rich, because who on earth had a front desk in their family estate? Even the whole building itself sprawled as far as my eyes could reach. Yeah, they were a different kind of wealthy. Which was why it made absolutely no sense for Daniel to steal my company like he did. While we were making some steady growth in my company, it was nowhere near what the Wests had built. And that meant Daniel shouldn’t lack anything.

It must have cost him a lot. I glance at the sofa by the windows before looking away. My life may never remain the same. We put on our shoes, exit the penthouse, and get in the private elevator. For the first time, he takes me to a different location. My jaw drops as soon as I take the first step in—immaculately bright and white. Filled with several super and luxury cars. I look at him as we move. He’s a billionaire. I know, but… wow.

Adrian’s eyes lit up as he saw me approach them. I couldn’t mistake the lust in his eyes… Almost as if he was making known that he wanted me. As if. I was just a bar waitress, and he was a billionaire. I would be the last person that he would be interested in. And even if he was… He would only see me as a one-night stand. I was sure of it. I knew that billionaires usually were billionaires because they weren’t tied down to anybody, and could focus solely on hustling and growing their businesses without any distractions.