The Millionaire Real Estate Agent Novels & Stories

I replied. "And may I know what's so important?" Melissa sized me up. "Work commitment, Mel. Call me if you need anything." I left quickly before she could subject me to an interrogation. I had arranged to meet the real estate agent at a restaurant near Molina Hospital. It was far enough from the company that no one would see us, and according to her, it was close to the city exit that led to the properties she had selected to show me photos of. I had already met with her several times; she was a very friendly redhead who had been very attentive to me. But I still hadn't found the right property.

His gaze flicked to the view from window to window, over the fine carpets, furnishings and drapes before he craned his neck to get a look into Andrew’s office. With an appreciative brow arched, he met his employer’s unusual blue eyes, darker than his wife’s and as oddly variable in shades from blue to green as hers were from blue to gray. He huffed a little laugh. “You weren’t kidding about that whole ‘multi-millionaire’ thing, were you?” Andrew chuckled. “Technically, I was only a tenant in this real estate,” he admitted. “You could still say it reflects my value added to the Trust.”

"I am glad you remember I am the Don and also the owner of this company. Less I forget, this company is a corporation, an investment company not a mafia company. With or without the mafia business backing this company, it would be the same. Who ever I employ to work for me is my business to take care of care of and I know how to handle what under my control, Mr dickhead. Now I hope I have given you the reply, you may take fucking sit. " I saw his jaw harden as he didn't get what he was looking for with what he had said. He sat down angrily and avoided contact with me. " Well that new, young blood. I did want to see who this lady is, the one who captured your heart and you interested in her."

The tension between them softened, replaced by something deeper—admiration, awe. “Wait…” Jake’s eyes widened. “Is the millionaire the owner?” Robert smiled faintly. “No, son. The project belongs to a young man named Ronald Williams, a billionaire. He’s the son of Richard William.” Jake’s grin spread slowly. “A billionaire? Wow! Dad, you’re getting bigger. Very soon… you’ll be up there with the millionaires like Mr Richard Blake.” Robert chuckled, the weariness in his face giving way to pride. “Yes, son.”

“Are you serious? I know he’s paid for us all to eat out a couple of times but I didn’t think he was rich-rich. I thought he was in real estate. Do real estate agents make that much?” “He is in real estate but he isn’t a real estate agent,” Angelina sighed. “How can you be in real estate but not be a real estate agent?” “…by owning real estate.” “Oh. I guess I didn’t think of that. He must have been trying not to brag,” Genevieve mused. Angelina barely held back the hysterical giggles that wanted to escape her. Trying not to brag indeed. Eddie never brought up the fact that he owned a good chunk of Monterey County because he didn’t like people trying to take advantage of him.

Miranda finally responded as she continued the call with the real estate agent. "I understand, ma'am. Don't worry; your identity is safe with me, and we don't disclose our clients' identities to other buyers. I will be expecting your deposit so that we can resume work on the building. Once the roofing is complete, we can proceed with other structural work." "Okay, Mr. Paul. Thank you. I really appreciate your help," Miranda thanked the house agent. "You're welcome, Miss. Take care. Goodbye." After her phone call with Agent Paul ended, Miranda stared at her phone screen in disbelief. "20 million cash to buy my land. Wow!"

Standing before what looked like 60 to 70 floored building made me shiver. It then when it actually sunk in that I was dating a millionaire. That he wasn’t some guy who owned few thousand dollars. He wasn’t just a teacher. He was a fucking millionaire and he owned this 70 story building. The funny thing was, it wasn’t the only large building he owned. It was so crazy that my head started spinning at all this. I take a look at the building one more time. From bottom to the top and then back to bottom. After it really sunk in, I let out a poof of breath before entering through the glass doors.

He said while he let go of the ribbon holding the brown paper that was used to cover the cheque face reveling Thirty million dollars boldly written with his signature on it also. If this is a dream, I don't want to ever wake . I thought pinching myself to be sure of what I saw. I felt the pain making me realize this is not a dream but my reality, am a millionaire already. From nothing to a millionaire, God am grateful. I thought shaking his hand ad the photographer did his job including Maxwell featuring. "That's not all Mrs stone, am sure you are happy and excited but I still have more coming." He said while one of his bodyguard brought out three different award pushing them where the light

Jayden spat, his face filled with hate, grief, and spite and Aiden's face turned rigid. "Firstly I don't expect you to listen to me, heck I don't even want you to. Because I'd love everything in me for you to go missing as a result of contacting my wife. But also, listen up. Who gave you the idea that I'm a millionaire, it's a billionaire. Get your facts straight." Aiden warned. He pondered what on Earth made people think he was a millionaire and each time he was called a millionaire, it got him offended. Being a millionaire meant that he was just so close to his thousands which he wasn't and wouldn't be in years to come.

I finally managed. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have so much money that the news of losing one hundred million dollars doesn’t even phase you? I guess it’s true that the ultra-rich are a completely different breed,” the agent sneered. “If that’s all the updates you have for me, I think it's time for you both to go. It sounds as though I have a lot of work on my hands,” I said, glaring at them. “Very well,” said Agent Gatlin, standing to leave.