Novel & Cerita Books About The Playboy Mansion

I said. "So how about we go and crash at my place? I can't wait for you to see my place," I said. My sexual relationships with my playboys in the past were strictly limited to my office and probably a hotel but Jake's own was promoted to be at my mansion. "Alright then," Jake said as we rose and entered my Limousine and James my driver drove off to my place. It was six PM in the evening when we entered my mansion and Jake admired in awe the sight of my mansion.

He knew it was extremely sensitive from the way Tristan leg shook, Roth smiled as the tip of his tongue kept rolling round it over and over, until he stopped. Tristan felt Roth moving out of the bed, his eyes fluttered opened to know what exactly was happening and why Roth was leaving him, he watched Roth moved to his walk-in wardrobe and came out later with something that almost made his jaw drop. Roth walked in, with two handcuffs and a scarf, " Roth" tristan called out softly, he looked into Roth's eyes, they were fully dark with hunger and lust, and he knew there was no going back, because he also wanted it, he had longed for it ever since he had seen on some occasion with Ruby, the good

He's worried that I wouldn't have an heir to take over Zion; our family ultimate fortune. Lately there's been rumors spreading across the city about my incompetence to keep a woman. Because they were all scared of being with me. They said I'm ruthless, I call it self respect. They say I'm proud, I also call it self respect and reserve. All the women on earth can go to hell. Except for the ones I fuck every day though. My grandfather's golden mansion soon comes into view even from the far distance on the road. This mansion was the second most expensive building in the whole of Rome. It was built out of pure gold and it's authenticity could be seen from a far distance.

“Come inside, little girl. Daddy’s been thinking about you all day.” Nate’s mansion was something else — huge, beautiful, and strangely lonely in that rich way, like it was waiting for someone to actually live in it. Bookshelves lined entire walls, packed tight with novels, dark romances I knew he wrote, and old classics that probably cost more than my tuition. Sculptures stood in corners, smooth marble bodies twisted in elegant poses, and paintings hung everywhere, mixing clean minimal lines with deep traditional strokes. It felt cozy as hell, like a high-end home floating in space — warm lights, soft textures, the kind of place that made you want to stay forever. My eyes landed on an unfin

Our families were friends, so we became friends by default, attended the same school, and rented an apartment off campus together where we hosted parties, to my dismay and very obvious disapproval and to Eve's unswayed determination. The only difference between us is that while I settled for working in my dad's firm, Eve decided to open her publishing business against her parents' protest. The girl got balls, and it is a good thing she did it because her business is one of the best, they have the most scandalous tabloids on celebrities and have a knack for turning any event they want into a story worth reading. "Too bad it is to be wasted on this wedding." I sigh out loud as I face the mirro

RUBY'S MANSION>>AYVEN’S BIRTHDAY. Ruby's mansion was a masterpiece of modern architecture and old-world elegance combined. The three-story structure sat on five acres of meticulously landscaped property, with floor-to-ceiling windows that flooded every room with natural light. The interior was decorated in soft neutrals and rich textures…cream walls, hardwood floors, plush furniture that looked like it belonged in a design magazine.

It is across the coast and the floor marbles are unspeakable. Damn, My boyfriend is definitely loaded. Leo is fucking packed and he is not telling me something. “Do you like it here?” Zena asks, passing a cup of steaming coffee to me. I shake my head, embarrassed that she caught me staring at the ornamentations with my mouth open. I mean I'm rich but Leo is fucking richer and he would have snatched those Landmines from me on the auction night but he gave up. “The mansion used to be fun when I was a child but now it is just empty and bare.”

But in the end, I flew out with him. I didn't know he was gonna take me to the original fleur Del Mansioné, Spain. It was a beautifully enormous building that looked like it reached the sky. It was a building containing a spa, a club house, a ballet hall, casino and an art gallery. It was a beautiful sight. I'd only read about it on one of the books I read at Logan's house. The billionaire's stripper written by R. S. Paradise/ OmeNeke1 on W*****d.

The realization that my golden boy era was dead now and the mafia's toy had been born tonight broke me even further. How long can I play this deadly game before it completely kills me?

His chair by the side also seemed to have been ambushed by the same project. What was he working on? "So the bloody asshole have a personality, confided in the walls of his office," I whispered under my breath, searching around for anything that could help me find a secret passage way out of this estate. I plucked the first book out of the bookshelf. 'The Billionaire's Temptress'. A romance book I read a month back. I checked the next book. 'Stuck with Mr Billionaire' 'Rejected and Enslaved'. All romance books.