Down Syndrome Playboy Novels & Stories

I ask him the question that has been burning at the back of my mind for ages now. “It was the most convenient choice at the time. You know how complicated rich families can get, mine isn’t any different. You see I have the reputation of a playboy... not my best attribute but the only one people saw me as. They ignore the fact that I take my work very seriously and have brought amazing profit to the company. They forget that I have a personality aside from being with multiple women. They forget who I am just because of that small flaw I never even considered a flaw” he speaks with a passion I never knew he had. He must have been holding this back for so long.

He still doesn’t voice it as question, and it does nothing aggravate my raging temper. “Yeah, a guy like you.” I tell him, “Word on the street says you’re no better than the man I just left upstairs.” Word on the street says worse. Luciano Roman. Billionaire bachelor playboy. He’s never been seen with the same woman more than once. And that was insane to analyze, considering I’d never seen Luciano in all the years I’ve known him with out a female dangling like a trophy on his arm. Except now.

Ray scratched his head "Type? You classify boys under types?" She blushed "Yes, you seemed the straightforward, professional, neat and tidy type" "I keep to it to a degree" "Oh, here I thought after the smoke bomb you were the good looking playboy type" "Playboy?" She smiles "Girls like that sort of" "But what's a playboy?" "A guy who, you know, owns big cars, dated a lot of girls, has an expensive house..." Ray didn't own a car... But he had a castle, does that make him a playboy?

His flashing eyes are practically visible. My brother is a playboy. He is known not only because he bears the surname, Strovinstell, but because he's the ultimate playboy. He dated a lot of girls back then, and he still does now. Every day, I saw how he changed a girl just like changing his clothes. That's how fast he can find a woman.

Thirty-One Florence was astonished to hear those words uttered by Chaos. The term “playboy” was completely unexpected, and she could not believe that she had heard it from his lips. He was a man with an amazing background, work ethic and really respectable background, but she had absolutely no idea that this man, standing right in front of her as he was leaning his butt against his expensive and massive desk. He bravely told her and confessed to her that he was a freaking playboy.

“My wife started this charity years ago. Cynthia always wanted children but when she was diagnosed with cancer, we knew that wasn’t going to be in the cards for us. She wanted to make a difference in the time she had left and she loved Christmas. It had been a lot smaller then, but I expanded it after she passed.” “So this is special for you,” I said. In my research before the interview, there was no mention of a wife. The word “playboy” had been thrown around but I remembered that in all the public photos, he rarely had a woman on his arm. It didn’t seem so playboy-ish to me. And neither did giving tons of money to children. Michael was shaping into someone else than I thought he was.

Jill said. “What?” Adrienne asked. “Playboys have class now?” “Look at his profile!” Yuan looked like he’s starting to drool. “He’s only twenty-seven. He’s the heir of Adams Industries. He’s got Harvard degrees. He graduated with distinction. Although, he has a rebellious personality, he’s got no drugs and no gambling in his profile. He refused to work for his father. Instead he made millions of his own on the stock market. His hobby—Photography. Never had any girl attached to his name. He’s straight. He just didn’t have any steady relationship. He’s clean. He’s highly sought-after. He doesn’t pursue. He’s a mystery. And would you look at that gorgeous thing? He is absolutely divine!”

She wondered if it was still a subsidiary of the Simpson enterprise, but she continued to read the tabloid. He's also known around the world as Holland play boy and Mr arrogant. Siblings: Theodore Devan, Dario Simpson. As Catherine kept staring at the sentence "Holland playboy," she came to the conclusion that it was all just a drama. She told herself that there was no way he could possibly like her. Catherine chided herself for being so foolish.

His three other friends sighed at him. Among them, the top notched playboy is Atty. Paolo; he has three or more girlfriends. He has different girls per day. He said, it is like a menu, he just needs to pick his choice to be his meal for the day. The second-in-line branded playboy of course is Atty. Garette; the one who prided himself on not having s*x twice with the same woman. His principle actually is “Never lose a case and never bed a woman twice.” Until today, Atty. Garette could still say so, that he never bedded a woman twice. In the coming days, however, Atty. Garette is not sure anymore and that man-made waterfall was his first witness.

Of all guys out there, my heart decides to chose a playboy, and not just any playboy, it's the same playboy I made a deal not to fall in love with. Fuck, no.