Down Syndrome Playboy Novels & Stories

"Great. Just what I want after two hours on the ice." She laughs, and the sound does something to my chest. "Come on, All Star. Let's go." The sponsor is some billionaire named Sterling who runs an insurance company. His jerseys are on our backs. He's brought his son, Brad, a college kid who's already swaying on his feet. "Fantastic game," Sterling says, slapping my back. "I think you've got a playoff run on your hands." "Thank you, sir." Brad stumbles over, holding a beer. "Bro, that was sick. You had Winnipeg cooked."

To say we were ill-prepared for something like this is putting it mildly. I look at the sunset over the London skyline; this concrete jungle has become my home and the only place I felt comfortable in. During the years of building my empire, I gave up on the idea of finding a partner. I didn’t want someone to tie me down with love and family or expectations. However, when I was 28, I started seeing someone named Alden Coldfield, a businessman from Brighton. Until April of last year, we were together when I went to his home in Brighton only to find him in bed with my PA.

Since they had acquired their wealth and other generations had been born, they had diversified into other industries, and as i scrolled through the articles, I could see they even owned their own NFL team. "Yikes," I said as i sipped my wine and leaned in closer to the laptop screen. There was so much information about his family, but it was almost as if Mr BOYCE was the one who had held the headlines on the society pages for all of the wrong reasons. He's actually a well-known party boy, a bachelor, and a complete disaster."Hmm nice just like me, exempting the partying.

"When I show you, what do I get in return?" He sunk his fingers into my waist and pulled my body upwards to his chest. His chest is thrice my brother's own, I feel pity for my lil bro already "What you get in return" And his voice is way deeper than usual "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine too" Something inside me sparked at his words. If I show him my naughty side, he shows me his side too. I wanna get to see my playboy boss in action.

one of them sneered, kicking the back of Dante’s knee. He hit the floor with a grunt. I swallowed hard, refusing to get even more attention by causing a fuss. The one farther away—the same one with the stinky mouth, was spinning a metal rod over his shoulder. His grin widened when our eyes met. “Well, look at this. I didn’t realise we were babysitting royalty,” he said, squatting beside me to show a picture of me and Dante’s side profile taken by paparazzi. “A billionaire and a washed-up model. Y’all gotta be worth something.”

The moment I heard the name Charles Goldberg ,a chill ran down my spine. It couldn’t be the same person. Charles Goldberg? The playboy billionaire who graced every tabloid cover, known as much for his business acumen as for his revolving door of women? What have I gotten myself into? I thought, adjusting my suit in the mirror. But I couldn't back out now. My disguise as a man would protect me. He would never know. I was going to be one of many in his empire, just another faceless assistant.

How is he doing in his academics? Continuous coming to casinos and clubs made Ivan famous in youth. girls started to themselves on him and he absolutely took advantage of this opportunity. Every night he used to bring new girl in his penthouse then a good fuck and then Tata bye. He never repeated to any girl. That's why girls started to call him Casanova, he got a tag of ' he changes girls like they are his tee shirts' and it was true. Rebecca also got attracted towards his body at first. She was in a relationship with Damon for the last 2 years.

I stare at him like he’s grown a second head; smaller with a bluish green hue. “Am I supposed to answer that?” “You’re practically naked.” At this point, I question the authenticity of his playboy reputation. He clearly doesn’t know what a naked girl looks like. “And it’s your business because…” “Your sarcasm is charming but I’m in no mood to joke around right now.” I shouldn’t be surprised by his audacity at this point, but I can’t help but be. He has no right to be controlling yet he’s tossing words like he has some ownership of me.

So back to what I was saying, That’s how rich folks who live in main land act like. There’s not a care in the world for others less privileged, I know Lily is just like that. Spoilt brat, with two divorced parents who are filthy rich, she can get anything she wants just by batting her eyelash. A Lamborghini or a Rolls-Royce, but girls like this are the reasons why I enjoy being a Playboy, they’re the most fun to play with… My thoughts go interrupted when someone tapped me.

Victor Weston Age: 26 Occupation: Heir (Playboy) Personality: Arrogant, demanding, flirtatious, crude Interests: Drinking, women, movies Dislikes: following orders, books, sleeping alone. Frequency: Approximately twice a month. Victor is, so far, the most troublesome of Mr. Weston's personalities. He considers himself a modern-day playboy and prides himself on his ways with women. He is never allowed to be left alone with any females that enter the house, and they should be denied admittance on the days he appears, if possible.