Novel & Cerita Tony Stark Playboy Billionaire

Tony sat opposite her on the other one. “Did I ask you to? Before we continue there is something I want you to know first and that is I am sorry." Tony said suddenly. “For what?” Grace said surprised. “ I have not been completely honest with you Grace, I am a Businessman - a dam good one in fact but that is only a tiny proportion of my operations!" Tony said. “What do you mean?” Grace said confused. “I am an American Gang Leader Grace and I am also head of the American Gang Syndicate!" Tony said simply.

"It's a dark romantic thriller. My point still stands. You have two billionaires in a tug-of-war over you. That's objectively hot." I groaned, burying my face in a cushion. "They're not in a tug-of-war over me. Ilay is in a war with Jin. I'm just the... the battlefield! The very messy, very confused battlefield!" "Semantics," Chloe dismissed, waving a hand. She took a large bite of her egg roll. "So, what's the plan, Stan? You can't un-know this. You're going to see him on Friday. How are you going to play it?"

Standing right before me was New York's playboy billionaire and he stared at me like her owned the whole world. Hell, I could never live with a man like Jonathan Clarkson.

Alexander Ian is a handsome billionaire, 6'5ft tall, Ocean blue eyes, sharp jawline and a perfectly built body structure with abs, Alexander is 27 years who didn't feel the warmth of a family, a very cold business man who have vowed never to get married after his ex-girlfriend did a terrible thing to him. ********** The noise of pages turning was the only sound heard in the room until there was a sigh. It was a sign of tiredness that had left his lips, unable to take in the situation.

Styles and Dylan Dorothy Styles. Since he's the eldest, he inherited his father's position on his group of companies and never ending wealth. He became not only a billionaire but an absolute symbol of power too. Not politically, but the kind of power that comes from having lots of money. He isn't linked to the shady dealings of the political machine, but he knows he will win if he'll run. That's why every politician from all over the globe wants to be on the good side of the playboy because it's their best interest because anyone backed by Benedict Styles can't be owned by anyone else. He's the champion of the underdog.

“He can’t do it, obviously he does not have a clean image.” The Barlow contract was the biggest contract in the world for billionaires. It was very hard to get but very easy to lose. Of which one of the rules to getting a Barlow Contract is to have a clean image, which Alex does not have. He has had episodes with women fighting over him on the internet. This earned him the nickname. The billionaire playboy.

I caught him going through my watch collection, stuffing his pockets with Rolexes and Audemars. I didn’t have my security get rid of him; I tossed him out on his ass myself. See, I’m not like the rest of those billionaire CEOs you see on TV being heralded as geniuses when really, they just stole other people’s work and passed it off as their own. I am a hands-on guy who came from nothing, and no matter how many expensive suits or supercars I buy, I guess I still have a bit of that working-man’s mentality in me. I’m less Bill Gates and more Tony Stark—only without the Iron Man suit.

Silas’s pov “I’m not going to have this argument with you. I’m going. It was nice meeting you, Tony. I prefer to think of our relationship as something that is just purely business. Because personal talks, it doesn’t bode us both well. I mean, you talked to me about why I didn't go for somebody that was a billionaire. When you’re over here with all these girls that we clearly know are hookers. And they are just here because of the yacht you have and the money you have.” He smiled. “I know. But that’s called being a playboy.” “Dude, you’re 45. Playboy shouldn’t be in your dictionary.” “Hey, being a playboy has no age limits, does it?” I shook my head. “Those girls look 18. You could get arres

“As much as possible, we aim to build a good relationship here between Exclusive and Stark Apparel, so we are going to make this a fun day for everyone. Are you ready, Mr. Stark?” The only fun I will have today is when this is finally over. “Sure, Carla, Whenever you are ready.” “Okay. So…” She shifted her leg to the other side. “Everyone already knows that the Stark family is one of the elites of Manhattan, but we never really saw the real face of Gabriel Stark, and this is a great opportunity to see a side of you that we have not yet seen. You play tennis, too, Mr. Stark. Is this another of your dreams that have yet to come true? Becoming a tennis star?”

“Stop vexing for me. You know I didn't say that on purpose.” “Are you kidding me right now?” Idara grimaced, flinging the newspaper to the sofa. “Like, guy, you literally called me a broke lady to my face. What's that? Like, who does that?” Yomi facepalmed, attempting to speak. “Maybe because your parents are rich and you have some cash in your pockets, that's why you feel you've arrived.” Idara spoke fast, eyeing him badly. “I don't blame you sha, Tony Stark.”