Books About The Playboy Mansion Novels & Stories

I would say being a playboy made him have such a good way with words. Despite Ethan being a well-known playboy, I know he is a good person. I have worked with him for years and even though he has tried to flirt with me multiple times after I drew the line he stopped. He didn't become mean or anything, he just stopped trying to get me into his bed except for the occasional jokes he'd make. Now look at us, together. Married too but not in love. Never, Ethan and love can't be put in the same sentence. We finally arrived at the mansion and I can't help but look at the building in complete awe of its magnitude and grandeur. This isn't the first time I've been to the manor but every single time I

My eyes widened even more when I saw the mansion’s design. “Wow,” I said, looking around. I could tell just how wealthy the Montemayors were. I quickly ran to the large bookshelf full of books. I’ve always loved books, especially the Sherlock Holmes novels by Arthur Conan Doyle, but since I couldn’t afford them, I’d just search for them online when I had data.

chapter FOUR So there I was, lost in a mansion I totally didn’t belong in. I wondered if all millionaires—or was Henry Nash a billionaire?—let broke, unknown guys like me wander through their homes unescorted? It would be too easy for me to pickpocket something and resell it. I mean, a single painting, or clock, or statue could pay for months’ worth of rent or groceries.

VEX POV The mansion feels wrong the second we step inside. Not abandoned. Not forgotten. Paused. The air still carries the faint scent of polish and old money, like the house is holding its breath, waiting for someone who’s never coming back. The lights flick on at my command, illuminating marble floors and vaulted ceilings that once watched Brynn walk these halls believing this place was her prison. Robert Mason was many things. A monster. A manipulator. A thief. But he was also meticulous.

he announced and walked out of the meeting room before he lost control over his emotions. _____________________________________________________ Sitting on the sofa, Ember waited for Ivan, feeling bored. There were numerous files on the table, but did she have the courage to touch them? No, she didn't. It wasn't because she didn't want to touch anything; it was because she was afraid. She glanced at a magazine on which Ivan's picture was on the cover, accompanied by some sentences. "Youngest billionaire," was written at the top. He looked devilishly handsome in the picture, and in reality, he truly was a devil, she thought. After debating for a while, she finally decided to read the magazine.

“Then I’ll just have to show him that my value isn't in the ledger he’s reading.” When the car pulled up to the Miller manor—a limestone fortress that looked like it had been built to withstand a siege—the doors were opened by security detail that moved with military precision. They were led not to a living room, but to a vast, wood-paneled office that smelled of expensive tobacco and the cold, metallic scent of industrial success.

I g****ed what time it was in London thinking I'd see if Jasper was awake but decided to g****e Beauford of Chyros Incorporated instead. I learned a lot from Boo during dinner. He talked about his family and their empire. From what I've gathered they were practically New York Royalty. Boo talked about his business like it was his life. He never once mentioned his deceased wife again and I was scared to ask. There weren't many pictures of them on the net, just two or three and only at parties. Daisy was classic Hollywood gorgeous and sexy. No wonder Boo never found anyone who interested him. There were no articles about her death either. I read articles about Boo and his rise to success and a

Arriving at the gate, I rang the security bell and after a while, the gate rolled open. Don't even get me started on the mansion itself. I thought I had seen it all but that masterpiece? When I leave here, I will never shut up and I'll forever brag about the opportunity I got to be inside it first hand. Just how rich was this guy and what the hell did he want from me? I thought to myself because I would never be able to offer anything to him that he didn't already have. Upon getting to the big front door, it opened before I could even ring the large doorbell.

The beautiful tall buildings and street lights added color to the place, her mind drove back to the pervert she met at the airport, "What a pervert." She sneered. Minutes later…… The car drove into a magnificent mansion, Diane looked at the building, "it's this right?" She questioned. "This might not be as big as our house back home but it's comfortable." She said looking around, the door opened as the new butler and maids walked out giving a short bow. "You're welcome, ma'am." The butler gave a short bow. Carl Fredrick, her late husband, had properties everywhere and even if everything was left without an heir, he only saw Diane as his biological child and willed everything to her, who is i

When we do it for love, it’s even better. Their life isn’t that normal. Their lives are always at risk. However, she has no regrets that she was part of THE PLAYBOY’S DOWNFALL.