Romans & histoires The Billionaires Obsession

Les: “My P.A just recounted everything that needs attention since I left and I think I want to run away. Are you open to the idea of starting over in some foreign country? We'd live like peasants and farmers, no billionaire perks. #itshouldbefun” Me: “Sorry, I'm only with you for the billionaire perks. I guess I have to find another billionaire to date. #sigh #itstoughbeingaprettygirl” Les: “Then I guess I better get back to work. Wouldn't want to lose you to some guy I might have to kill later on. #motivated #obsessedwithyou” Was Les really joking? I couldn't tell. Then I saw the last hashtag and my heart skipped a beat. Jesus. What did I do in my past life to invite this kind of karma?

into my left ear. The Adonis who fucked with my senses within a few seconds and had no idea he did a thing took a gulp of his drink. His Adam's Apple bobbed twice and I was too entranced to not look. He dropped the now empty glass and held a finger to ward the bartender off like he Goddamned owns the place. How controlling these rich men are. From the looks of it stranger here is one of the sinfully rich dudes that Bipasha plan corporate parties for. One wonders how she doesn't have a few babies if she actually caters to people who look like this. He's all sin and seduction without making a single move.

And Sienna knew it. “Smile,” Damien murmured close to her ear, his breath warm. “They’re watching.” She tilted her head slightly and offered a practiced smile, heart hammering. She wasn’t just the girl from the wrong side of town anymore. Tonight, she was the woman standing beside one of the most dangerous and desirable billionaires in New York. They moved through the crowd like royalty. Whispers floated around them like perfume. “Is that her?” “She’s gorgeous.” “I heard he bought her a penthouse on Fifth…”

“You can come back tomorrow, really early. Or, you know, hang around for a while. Sometimes these billionaires get bored, cancel last minute, head off to a hotel with their mistress or whatever. Typical stuff. You might get lucky.” That caught me off guard. I tilted my head slightly. He finally looked up. Young, maybe mid-twenties. Dreadlocks pulled into a neat bun. Clear eyes. Calm face. Zero trace of intimidation. I raised a brow. “Is that so? That’s a pretty bold take.” He shrugged, resting his elbow on the counter now, fingers still idly drumming against the keyboard. “You asked for a table. I told you how it works,” he said casually. “It’s not a take. It’s facts. Rich folks cancel all t

Alexander rested back in his chair, turning his fingers in a way that spoke of power and control. "Let's call it a mutually beneficial arrangement, Miss Grace." Emily’s mind started racing. This could not be good, Infact any offer from a billionaire with a ruthless reputation can never be a good sign. But the crazy large bill for his ruined suit was still there, a very obvious evidence of her current predicament. "What are you aiming at?" Emily asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper.

And when she didn’t pay attention, he disturbed her at the mansion, but unfortunately, it was Yza who got hurt. Those are his obsessions, business, revenge, and women. But he has never shown any interest in a woman to the point of pursuing and guarding her. Why the hell did he when he saw Yza? He even managed to buy a condo unit in front of her apartment just to see her every night when she was still not in his mansion.

I argued, crossing my arms. Joseph held my shoulders and shook me slightly, as if he wanted to bring my reason back with the act. "Hello, daisy! Wake up," he said in a brusque tone. "The Ashton family is one of the few that can be said to be billionaires in Brazil. Do you have any idea what it's like to be a billionaire in Brazil? Now imagine what it's like to be a billionaire in Brazil in the year of a global pandemic. Can you imagine? So. That's what Flynn Ashton is.”

Ida asked. "No.." Camilla pouted, snuggling into Callen's arms. Callen grinned "I told you it's called 'obsession," he said whispering in Ida's ear, as he watched her chuckling slightly in his arms. A light smirk played on Corbin's lips, as he watched the pair, he clenched and unclenched his fist "Why don't we find a table?" Corbin finally uttered. And in the next minute, they were already sitting around a table "How have you been Ida?" Corbin asked out of the blue, concentrating on his glass of wine.

Definitely a dream come true! The taxi made a stop at one of the diverse looking skyscraper , it was enormous , blown away , in awe of where she was likely to be working from now on .Not that she expected anything less! Ofcourse it was the Blazzer .The almighty Blazzer Tech company that manufactured all typoes of electronics. We are here. She heard the driver who seemed rather impatientsay.