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Eighteen: Can You Teach me?
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2026-09-08 07:09:11
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The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend Eighteen: Can You Teach me?
OPHELIA.“So, what are your hobbies? What do you do for fun?” Killian asks.It's midnight, and we've been on FaceTime for almost two hours now, just talking and getting to know each other.I'm lying comfortably in bed with my blanket pulled up to my waist, my phone propped against my pillow, while Killian is stretched out on his own bed on the other side of the screen, shirtless.I try not to stare at his body, but that becomes increasingly difficult with all those hot tattoos covering his skin.I've learned so much about him tonight—his allergies, the foods he loves and the ones he refuses to eat, the fact that he hates mushrooms, the music he listens to when he's driving, the movies he can watch over and over again, and even the little things that annoy him.I found out that he hates being woken up early and that he likes his room very cold when he sleeps.Getting to know him has been surprisingly fun. I didn't expect talking to him to feel this easy, but somehow, I find myself enjo
The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend Seventeen: Dinner With The Harts.
KILLIAN.“So, Killian, what do you do besides playing hockey?” Mrs. Hart asks, beaming at me from across the table.She invited me to dinner when I dropped Ophelia off earlier, and I couldn't exactly refuse.I need to keep up the good-boyfriend image with her family, and I'm pretty sure I promised to have dinner with them the last time I was here anyway, so here I am, sitting at their dining table while Mrs. Hart fires one question after another at me.She's asked about hockey, my plans after graduation, my father, and about a dozen other things that aren't really any of her damn business. I'm answering because I have to, but I'm already fucking bored out of my mind.And then there's Ophelia's sister, who has been staring at me practically the entire evening like I'm some fucking piece of meat she wants to sink her teeth into, which is irritating as hell considering I'm sitting right beside her sister, who happens to be my girlfriend.Ophelia has a strange family, and the more time I
The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend Sixteen: I'm screwed.
KILLIAN. “You should stop talking and find out for yourself. And if you’re really good with those fingers… maybe I’ll show you just how good I can be with my mouth.” Heat rushes straight to my groin. It feels like a bolt of lightning has struck me. Before I even realize what I’m doing, my hand is already at her throat, my fingers curling lightly around the column of her neck. Her eyes spark with an innocent, heated look, while her lips part as she stares up at me. I tighten my hold slightly without breaking eye contact, my fingers pressing a little more firmly against her neck as I watch her reaction. Her lips part, and a soft whimper slips past them. My dick jerks, aching. I lean in until my mouth brushes hers. “Yeah?” My thumb strokes the side of her throat, feeling her swallow. “Be careful, Sweet Lips. That sweet pretty mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking like that.” The sound of her phone ringing from inside her backpack makes us both t
The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend Fifteen: Flirting
OPHELIA. I stare around Killian’s apartment the moment he types the code and opens the door for me. The place is bigger than I expected, and everything looks clean and neat. There are two large dark couches in the living room facing a big television, a simple dark coffee table sitting between them, and a few small decorations around the room. The walls are dark, the lights are warm, and the whole place has a quiet, comfortable feeling to it. My attention is drawn to a large glass aquarium sitting against the far wall, and I find myself walking a little closer to it. Two brightly colored fish glide lazily through the water, disappearing behind a tiny castle decoration before swimming back into view. There are a few small plants and other decorations inside the aquarium, making it look almost like a tiny underwater world. I stare at the fish for a few seconds, fascinated, before remembering that Killian is standing behind me. “You live here alone?” I ask, turning toward him.
The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend Fourteen: The Lie
KILLIAN. I'm halfway through my fourth set of push-ups when my phone buzzes against the floor beside the bed so I grab the phone, expecting some useless message from one of the guys but it's Ophelia. SWEETLIPS: Did you find out who called me yesterday afternoon? Please tell me you did because I've been thinking about it all day and I know you told me not to worry, but I can't stop worrying. I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand before typing. Me: Yeah. I found out. Apparently, it's some girl who's obsessed with me. She hired someone to call and scare you into leaving me alone. I stare at the message for a second before sending it. It isn't exactly a lie. Well, that's what I'm telling myself. There are plenty of girls who are obsessed with me and there are definitely women who don't like seeing me with someone else but I don't know if it was one of them. And until I do, I'm keeping my suspicions to myself. My phone vibrates almost immediately. SWEETLIPS:
The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend Thirteen: The Anonymous Text
KILLIAN. "Alright, boys, warm up before we get on the ice. Twenty jumping jacks, twenty squats, then thirty seconds of high knees. I want everyone moving properly, no slacking and no complaining. Ready? Let's go!" I stand a few feet behind the kids with my arms folded across my chest, watching them immediately start complaining and laughing as they spread across the concrete floor outside the rink. The youngest ones look like they're trying to figure out whether the coach is serious about the task. Honestly, I can't blame them for looking miserable. If I were their age and somebody told me I had to do twenty squats before I was even allowed to get onto the ice, I'd probably have the same look on my face. The difference is that I'm not here because I volunteered for this shit. My jaw tightens at the thought, but I push the irritation down and watch as the kids begin their jumping jacks, some of them doing them properly while others are already half-assed enough to make me wa
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