The Most Sought After Man Novel Novels & Stories

Though… With my luck of late, I’ll likely end up being bought by a ninety-year-old who simply wants me to read a salacious bedtime story to him. Actually, that is precisely what I should be wishing for, right? Talk about easy money. But, I don’t know… There’s the lure of erotic, deviant, highly guilty pleasures that taunt me. Problem is, I’m not exactly interested in just anyone having their way with me. When you’ve met the ultimate in masculinity and power, a man with the lushest dark hair and the most sinful brown eyes, who commands attention without saying a word… You pretty much give up on real lust and longing. Jameson Richards is all that and more.

So Noah always complained when I wanted to go on a diet again. To eat fruit salad, I have to hide from Noah. My eyes immediately shone at the neatly arranged novels on the shelf. My guess is right; there are many novels with the latest title "Oh my God, which one should I buy first" I said enthusiastically. I glanced at book after book, looking for one that was more interesting to buy My eyes accidentally turned to the end of the bookstore; there was a man in a black jacket and white hat standing there like a statue. At first, I thought the man was a decorative statue, but soon his eyes turned to mine until mine and the man's eyes met each other.

Normal…if you could even call him that. A thought slipped into my mind before I could stop it. How many women had stood where I had just the night before? How many had walked through his penthouse…through his life…without leaving a trace? I pushed the thought away almost immediately. I wasn’t naïve. Nicolai Moreau was one of the most sought-after bachelors in the entire South Bay—and beyond. Men like him didn’t need to chase attention. It found them. Constantly. A flicker of insecurity tightened in my chest as I stepped inside, letting him follow. The apartment, thankfully, was clean. I’d deep-cleaned just days ago, but now it still felt like it wasn’t enough.

Anna** The man was one of the youngest billionaires in New York. He was cool, gentle, and responsible. I knew him very well; his name was Johnson Harrison. I had heard a lot about him, and I was surprised to learn that Claire could be having an affair with him. I heard that he doesn’t tolerate nonsense from ladies; he is a man of discipline and great diligence. I adjusted myself in my chair, still in shock, and decided to ask Claire some questions. “How do you manage to date someone like him? I’ve heard he doesn’t give ladies the time of day at all,” I bombarded her with questions, raising my eyebrows.

Immediately, the prospective buyers quickly raised their price boards and took turns to bid. Astrid was disgusted by the lecherous expressions of most of the men who were trying to buy her. Among them was a nobleman who was so fat with saliva that kept dripping from the corner of his lips. His face was very similar to a pig. Her belly was protruding until the button on his shirt almost broke. His wandering eyes stared at Astrid's body lecherously. He was Count Barney, and he was the one who made the highest bid to buy Astrid.

It was the same book which written by Gillian Bridgerton. Something make him feeling uneasy after realizing a possibility that both Gillian and Cecilia was coming from the same world. "It's annoying." He whispered and choose to read it to wasting some time. The story was about a noble man who fall in love with his maid. The man's parent didn't agree with the relationship. The man chose to ran away with her and move to a small cottage in the outskirt of the city. One day, when the man dug their small land to plant some flowers, he found several golden bars buried in there.

It's none ,other than Kaiser Permanente. The most wanted eligible bachelor of the entire world .Top most leading business man . No one mess with him .He is highly protective when comes to his private life. His family is his entire world .As a top most business man ,his surroundings are engulfed and occupied with a lot of enemies . Getting the vibes of men , he spreaded his hands .The men's Nodded his head and moved towards him . Opening the wardrobe ,they took the pieces of attire for him and made him wear .

I allowed myself a few seconds, my hands stilling on the silver knit of spools in my hands as I took in the angular cut of the man’s face, the way he appeared large even while he was seated. Zavier Cross. Oil magnate, richest man in upstate New York, billionaire of the century, and the stuff of every sensible maiden’s wet dreams. Something about the jet-black fade of his wolf-cut hair made my stomach clench in a way that usually had me running for the white porcelain of the toilet. I disliked men like him, power magnets who used and discarded women as they pleased. I was not a sensible maiden. Not like my sister who was yapping on about the interview.

I remember doing my best to make sure he hadn't noticed me sniffing him as I layed my head beneath his shoulder. The man was perfect. Like Nick in a way. Except he was a black man that seems to carry more muscles than Nick, judging by the thickness in his thighs, arms, and his chest. He wasn't massive, but he was a solid man. A man I'm sure that's capable of getting any woman. Plus he was charming and infuriating at the same time. Yeah, I was positive he found someone to have sex with that night. Not that I wanted us to be intimate, anyways. I said as much to Wren when we got back to her place. She seemed to have been having a ball, as I shamed myself for grinding on a stranger.

I was expecting her to be the first to accuse me or confront me for stealing her man. Did you steal her man? My subconscious asks me. Sitting right here and waiting impatiently for the results, I catch a glimpse of Zayden's hand shaking. The man begins to call the names of the top 10 richest men in New York up to the fifth. The tension in the hall intensified. Zayden closes his eyes and mutters an inaudible word. "The fifth best is Richard Monteiro", the man announces sharply. Zayden opens his eyes sharply to search for someone. I see a man stand up from a seat nearby and Zayden glares at him coldly.