BLACK TIE BILLIONAIRE

Scott grabbed Vivian's arm as she turned away from him. “Don’t you ever walk out on me like that again!” he said angrily. Vivian let her eyes settle on his hand for a few seconds before she yanked her arm away from his grip. Noticing that she missed his touch, she shook the thought away. “The only time you have the right to tell me what to do is during working hours, and the last time I checked…. No one is working right now." His eyebrow lifted, as if calling her bluff." Really?" he asked. One side of his lips curled up in a smirk. Vivian didn't care. She was finding it very hard to keep her mouth sealed tonight, and she didn't even try to stop herself." Yes. I am not your employee right now so I can do exactly as I please!” “That's funny?” He said, but there was nothing funny about the look in his eyes. His mouth hardened with lust. “Well, since we're going with that, it also means that I can do the same, right?” Without giving her a chance to respond, he grabbed her waist and he pulled her right up against him—so close that she could feel every hard muscle in his body. His body heat warmed her, and his palm settled at the base of her spine. She couldn't think straight… Not when he bent and nipped at her bottom lip, then sucked it, soothing and enhancing the sting before returning to devour her mouth. As if she was something he knew he shouldn’t have but couldn’t resist. “Let's stop playing games,” he said as he drove his mouth down onto hers. "We both want each other…. Why don't you come up with me so we can get this thing… whatever it is… over with?" _____________ ____________ Scott grabbed Vivian's arm as she turned away from him. “Don’t you ever walk out on me like that again!” he said angrily. Vivian let her eyes settle on his hand for a few seconds before she yanked her arm away from his grip. Noticing that she missed his touch, she shook the thought away. “The only time you have the right to tell me what to do is during working hours, and the last time I checked…. No one is working right now." His eyebrow lifted, as if calling her bluff." Really?" he asked, and One side of his lips curled up in a smirk." Well, since we're going with that, it also means that I can do the same, right?” Without giving her a chance to respond, he grabbed her waist and he pulled her right up against him—so close that she could feel every hard muscle in his body. “Let's stop playing games,” he said as he drove his mouth down onto hers. "We both want each other…. Why don't you come up with me so we can get this thing… whatever it is… over with?"

Chapters

Chapter 2

Scott McCall turned to find a waitress standing by his side and staring up at him. For a brief moment, he just stared at her. She had a nice voice, he found himself thinking for some reason. She looked so unsure of herself and her voice was as faint as a breath on a still summer's day. She was chewing at her bottom lip as if she hadn't eaten a meal in quite a while.

His eyes moved over her. She had long dark hair which was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. A fringe of black hair swept over her forehead and dark-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, but it didn't hide the strong lines of her face, the sharp cheekbones, the beautiful, innocent eyes or the lush curves of her mouth.

His eyes wandered lower, and he found himself staring even harder. In her simple waitress uniform which consisted of a white shirt and black pants which hugged her body perfectly, she stood out. Even in those clothes, he could see that she was curvy. Her waist was slim and judging by her hips, he knew that if she turned around, he'd find himself staring at a very round ass. The words almost spilled out but he held his tongue. For some reason he didn't quite understand, something in her body language made him pause. It was a weird feeling, and Scott frowned.

Vivian stood there helplessly as Scott McCall stared at her with a look on his face that she didn't quite understand. All she knew was that it made her so self aware and she found herself wondering if there was something wrong with her clothes… or maybe her make up. She had a sudden urge to find a mirror even though she had made sure her outfit was fine minutes ago. His eyes seemed to see through her and Vivian took a deep breath. The little courage she'd spent a long time building seemed to crumble right there…. Simply because he was staring at her.

Scott dragged his gaze away from her body with a strength that deserved a gold medal. But the thoughts she'd incited in him remained. Thoughts that left him throbbing and greedy.

"Yeah. I would like a glass of water" he said finally when she raised an eyebrow questioningly. Apparently, his gaze had made her uncomfortable. He smiled inwardly.

"Sure. Right away, sir" she said.

Vivian had no idea how she managed to keep her voice steady, even though inside she felt shaky all over. The man made her so nervous and she tried not to hold his gaze for too long. Damn, if she couldn't even look at him here, how the hell would she bring herself to talk to him when she finally got the chance. He didn’t know her and he was a stranger to her as well, but she wanted a job at his company so badly that she was willing to do anything to get it.

But surely you couldn’t just walk up to a man who was essentially a total stranger and ask for a favor like that? Vivian hid her trembling fingers in her small apron as she quickly turned away—but the impact of meeting Scott McCall in person made her stomach churn and her heart beat so hard that for a moment she really thought she might throw up.

But she couldn’t afford to back out now. She had to see her plan through—to choose a moment to talk to him… and see if he'd give her a chance. And it wasn’t going to be easy, she knew that. Getting an agency placement to waitress at this party had been the easy bit—the hard stuff was yet to come… and judging by this little encounter with Scott McCall, she knew it was going to be harder than she had anticipated.

"What the hell is wrong with you? What the hell do you think you were doing out there?" demanded an elderly woman as Vivian walked up to the bar to place her order.

Vivian stared nervously at the woman who was the manager and scratched her head. "I just asked the gentleman if I could get him a drink—" she began

"A drink indeed." The woman snorted at her. "Do you have any idea who that man is?’ she hissed.

Vivian knew exactly who he was, but the woman didn't wait for her to reply before she continued. "He’s the life of this party. The man is practically paying your wages. A popular, important and successful business and if anyone here is going to be offering him drinks then it’s going to be me, not you. Get that into your head, right now. Do you understand me? Now, you can go find some other place to make yourself useful while I take over his order. What did he ask for?"

"He wanted… just…just water." Vivian replied.

"Still or sparkling?" the woman snapped again and Vivian wondered if she was always like that. She seemed to be a very angry person… or maybe this attitude was just for her.

"He…he didn’t specify which one he wanted"

The woman looked at her as if contemplating clawing her eyes out. "So you are telling me that you didn’t even ask him?"

"I…I…, I’m sorry, I’m afraid I didn’t ask him. I was in a hurry to get it"

Inwardly, Vivian wished the floor would just open up and swallow her up. She hated confrontations like this as they didn't help her in any way. Especially when she was already nervous. She squirmed beneath the look of rage on the woman's face. She looked so angry and Vivian was sure that she was about to be fired. This was the end. It was over. Her plans and efforts had already been ruined before she even got a chance to speak to Scott McCall.

Instead of firing her as she expected, the woman gave her one last glare before she said. "Just do your job right. Do what you’re supposed to do and don't make any more silly mistakes. Since you didn't ask which one he wants, offer him both still and sparkling, and then after that, I don't want to see you around him. Make yourself scarce. It shouldn’t be too difficult for you to do!"

With that, she turned and disappeared to God knows where. Probably to find someone else to yell at, Vivian thought, but she was glad to be left alone once again.

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Carissa's son was dying in the ICU, and the bone marrow match had just failed. The billionaire father, Guilford Gates, cornered her with a cruel ultimatum: naturally conceive a "savior sibling" to save their son. But what shocked Carissa more was his family's sudden accusation that she had heartlessly sold her baby to them three years ago. "You sold your own flesh and blood to us for five million dollars, so your body belongs to the Gates family." She was dragged into their gilded estate, treated like a filthy, rented womb. Guilford's new fiancée mocked her, the matriarch humiliated her, and Guilford looked at her with pure disgust. When she desperately tried to feed her sick son and accidentally made him vomit, Guilford violently shoved her away and banned her from the room. Carissa was devastated and entirely confused. She had never seen a single cent of that five million. Driven by a desperate need for the truth, she investigated and uncovered a horrifying reality: her own father and stepmother had secretly trafficked her baby to the billionaire behind her back, leaving her to bear the ultimate blame. Looking at the bank transfer record bought with her son's life, the last shred of Carissa's vulnerability died. She signed the conception contract without asking for a single penny. She was going to use the Gates family's immense power to destroy the blood relatives who sold her, and she would survive this hell to take back her son.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

Fated To The Second Alpha Heir

9.5

"Yes, you have to. The mate bond deserves that respect in the least. If you want to reject me, do it looking me in my eyes." I had no idea how he moved so fast - probably courtesy of his Alpha abilities - but he stood before me. His fingers lifted my chin so my eyes could meet his gaze. "Reject me by looking me in the eye." His eyes searched my face. I shook my head as I struggled to hold back tears. He pinned me on both sides, my eyes widened in slight fear when I saw the frustration and anger. "Reject this!" He growled before slamming his lips into mine. Scarlett Melton was moved from her old pack by her stepfather who moved to Stone Shadow pack to find the family he abandoned a long time ago. Being a weak Omega with a health condition who has been bullied, abused and insulted all her life, she does not expect to be mated to the first son of the most powerful Alpha who's also her stepsister's brother-in-law. She is happy about the bond but her manipulative stepfather has other plans and now, she has to give Baron Salvatore a good reason why she rejected their mate bond even when her heart and eyes are saying otherwise.

Billionaire Romance Werewolf

9.0

Jilted Heiress: Seducing My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

9.0

I stood in the center of the Pierre Hotel’s grand ballroom, a mute, smiling doll in a Dior dress. My job was to signal stability to investors while my fiancé, Clive Fitzpatrick, looked for any excuse to ignore me. The night of our engagement, the world turned into a different kind of hell. I watched Clive disappear onto the terrace with another woman, his hand possessively on her waist. Distraught and drunk, I stumbled into a dark penthouse suite seeking sanctuary. I woke up the next morning to a gravelly voice and the smell of expensive tobacco. I hadn't slept with my fiancé; I had accidentally spent the night with his uncle, Bruno Fitzpatrick—the man Wall Street called the "executioner." The humiliation was only the beginning. Clive didn't just cheat; he admitted he was only marrying me to steal my family's voting rights so I could "rot" in an apartment while he lived with his mistress. When I tried to protest, my adoptive mother, Claudia, dragged me into a private room and whipped me with a riding crop to remind me of my place. She held up a video of my frail, sick sister, Lucia, making it clear that my total obedience was the only thing keeping Lucia alive. I was a business asset to be traded, used, and beaten into submission. I couldn't understand why everyone I was supposed to trust was so eager to destroy me. Was I really just a mannequin to be discarded once the merger papers were signed? The marks on my back burned, but the ice in my veins was colder. I was done being the victim of a mediocre man and a heartless mother. Then Bruno offered me a way out. At the family dinner, right in front of my cheating fiancé, he proposed a lethal bet: if I could raise the company’s stock by ten percent in thirty days, he would give me his board veto—the ultimate power to crush Clive and Claudia forever. If I failed, I would owe him any favor he asked. I looked at the man who had ruined me and the man who wanted to own me, and I realized I had nothing left to lose. I wasn't going to be a doll anymore; I was going to be the one who burned the house down.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.7

Lies, Betrayal, And The Baby I Hid Away

7.7

I stepped into our penthouse for my baby shower, caressing my eight-month bump, expecting balloons and laughter. But instead of joy, I found my husband, Michael, cradling a newborn that wasn't ours. Beside him sat his assistant, Serena, looking far too comfortable. Michael looked me dead in the eye, his expression cold and flat, and introduced the infant as his firstborn son. They didn't apologize. Instead, Serena mocked my high-risk pregnancy, calling me a mere "incubator" for the spare heir. When I demanded they leave, Serena shoved me. I hit the floor hard, screaming in agony as pain ripped through my belly. But Michael didn't help me. He stepped over my convulsing body to comfort her, accusing me of being dramatic. He walked out with his new family, leaving me bleeding alone on the nursery floor. Lying in the hospital later, I overheard Michael on the phone. He wasn't worried. He laughed, revealing his plan to use my family's connections for his IPO before divorcing me and taking full custody of my child. He didn't love me. He only wanted the heir. That was the moment the old Olivia died. I knew I had to deny him the only thing he truly wanted. I wiped my tears, touched my stomach where my son was still kicking, and made a decision that would sever us forever. I told my lawyer to deliver a simple message to Michael. "Tell him the baby didn't make it."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.8

My Fiancé Proposes But Not to Me

7.8

The video loaded. The stream counter showed 47,000 viewers and climbing. The camera angle was perfect—professional lighting, the marble lobby serving as a backdrop, the company logo subtly visible on the wall behind. Someone in production knew what they were doing. The frame centered on a figure kneeling, and my breath caught. Alan. My Alan, in his charcoal Tom Ford suit, the one I'd helped him pick out last month. The overhead lights caught the silver at his temples, making him look distinguished, powerful. In his hands, he held a small velvet box, open to reveal a diamond that threw prismatic light across the polished floor. Pride swelled in my chest for a moment. He'd actually done it. He'd eventually prepared so delicately to propose— The camera panned up. Not to me.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.2

Pregnant and Abandoned, I Returned as a Hidden Heiress

8.2

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Mine's been chilling for five years. The night James Reed kicked me out of his life, I was pregnant, penniless, and naive enough to believe love mattered more than money. He taught me better. When you're bleeding out in the rain, clutching your stomach while your best friend laughs from his doorway, you learn exactly what you're worth to people like them. Zero. But the woman who nearly died that night? She stayed dead. The one who came back is someone else entirely. Anna Quinn. Lost daughter of California's most powerful family. CEO of her own pharmaceutical empire. And the silent majority shareholder in James Reed's failing company. He's about to learn what happens when you build an empire on stolen foundations. His marriage has cracks he doesn't see. And the investors keeping him afloat? They answer to me now. He thinks he's untouchable. That my formula made him invincible. But success built on stolen work has a way of crumbling when the original genius decides to pull the rug out. I don't want him back. I want him ruined. And this time, I'm the one holding all the cards.

Billionaire Modern Romance

BLACK TIE BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 2

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