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?"

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Chapter 5

Vivian understood why he would think that, but she never considered or thought in that direction at all, but now that he mentioned it, she realized that that was how it actually looked to him… and how it would look to everyone else.

"Then why are you here if my assumption is wrong?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"I… I wanted to ask you for a job at your company. Vivian blurted out. She had to tell him that truth. Anything was better than him thinking that she had snuck into his room to have sex with him. The thought alone made her shudder. She had never had a one night stand with anyone and she wasn't going to start now with a stranger for that matter.

Scott McCall looked at her like she'd made a weird statement, and it probably was now that she heard herself say it out loud, but then he moved to the table nearby and poured himself some scotch, then he turned back to her.

"Drink?" he asked.

Vivian shook her head. She had to think straight and drinking wouldn't help her in any way.

"So you snuck into my hotel room because you want me to give you a job?" Scott asked, as if he hadn't heard her well the first time.

"Yes," Vivian added, "And I know that this isn't the appropriate way to do so, but… "

"You don't say" Scott cut in. He took a sip out of his drink, then added, "And do you seriously expect me to believe that, miss? That's the worst lie I've ever heard in my life. At least try to come up with something better. ."

Vivian's eyes widened. An expression he could only define as anger flared in their depths before she lowered her eyelids, hiding her gaze from him. She almost hissed. There was no point arguing with him if she was still going to get a chance to get what she wanted, although she highly doubted that she would now, but if he kept insinuating that she wanted to have sex with him, then she wouldn't be able to hold her tongue.

"It's the truth." she said as calmly as she could.

"I don't believe you" he cut in, and moved towards her. He was standing right in front of her after two strides. "Perhaps you came to take something…and I came in before you could so you had to come up with this story as plan B. Tell me, what did you come for?"

If he hadn’t been studying her so closely, he might’ve missed seeing the way her body stiffened and her lips pressed harder together. She hesitated, before she said:

"Nothing" The man was getting out of line, Vivian thought, but she had gone into his room without invitation so she wasn't really in the clear here. "I'm not a thief. I've never stolen anything in my life."

She shifted away from him and he laughed. It sounded like he was mocking her. "You do know that I can get you arrested for this. You'd be fired too…. Better hurry up and tell me the truth if you value your reputation. It would make this situation easier for the both of us."

"I already did. I told you… I wanted a job. I have applied before… to your company and so many others, but I was never granted any interview. I'm so tired of being a waitress, and I know that I have so much to offer. I'm very good at being an advertising agent, and I know that I'll be of great help to you and your company. I didn't want to get rejected again… so I…. "

"You decided to go straight to the top…" Scott completed the sentence for her.

Vivian nodded. He didn't look angry anymore, she noticed. In fact, she thought she saw concern on his face for a while. "I'm really sorry that I disturbed you like this. I was way out of line."

She was telling herself not to get her hopes high when he said, "Your story is really hard to believe, but if you are indeed telling the truth, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can help you, miss. I don't even think there's any opening at my office at the moment."

The look of disappointment on her face almost made Scott take his words back, but he shook the feeling away. He didn't have to feel guilty or sorry about anything . He truly couldn't help her, and barging into his hotel room to ask for a job didn't exactly give her points, but that didn't change the fact that he had a weird soft spot for this strange, beautiful waitress.

Vivian nodded slowly as she accepted her fate. This plan was a horrible one right from the start, she told herself. That was the problem she had, she always made the wrong decisions.

She made to leave. "Thank you, Mr McCall" she said gravely. "I'm grateful for your audience and for not throwing me out or calling the cops on me even when you should have."

As she took her first step, he stopped her. “Wait.” He lifted his arm to grasp her elbow to prevent her from leaving. But at the last moment, he changed his mind and lowered his arm back to his side."I…I didn't get your name," he said.

"My name is Vivian…. Vivian Sanchez."

She reached into her pants pocket and handed him a small piece of paper. Scott reached out and took it. "My number" she said softly, "Just in case something opens up… and I'm willing to do anything even if it's not related to advertising. I'm sure that I'll catch up fast as I'm a fast learner. Thanks for your time once again…. I should… I should leave now"

Scott McCall said nothing, but he nodded and watched as she walked past him towards the door. The door opened and closed behind her but he didn't turn around. He stood there with the paper in his hand.

He looked at the handwriting. Beautiful, just like she was, he thought. The woman definitely was crazy to come after him the way she did, but he couldn't help but admire her guts. The sane thing to do was to throw out the paper and hope not to run into her again, but instead, he found him pulling out his wallet and slipping the paper into one of the slots.

He didn't know why, but he just had a feeling that he'd be seeing her again. How, when or why? He had no idea.

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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 5

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