Loving The Playboy Novels & Stories

Aside from the fact that I missed her and wanted to spend the day with her, I had invited her over so I could also try seducing her and make her mine if she permitted me or just set the pace for it now and have an erotic game would help set the pace. She smiled and picked up a truth card and held it up as she read, “Have you ever been in love with someone who never became yours?" “No. Never,” I said simply, and she raised a brow. "Then you must be a playboy. How come no lady ever turns you down?" She frowned and I grinned. "I've only been in one relationship all my life. I don't easily get attracted to ladies," I said defensively and She scoffed. "That means you are attracted to the same....

What a playboy. "And when did you broke up with her?" "Yesterday." "Yesterday?" I widened my eyes in shock, this time trying to get my hand off his. He is definitely a playboy. "Hey, hey, why are you surprised?" He smiled. "You are a playboy." "You are right Rose. I was a playboy, who loved all women and wanted them all to be mine." "What?!" I frowned deeply, unable to get what he was rambling. "The girl who suddenly approached us the other day was also my ex. I broke up with her that same day she approached the both of us."

I look at him like’ boy please. “Did you want something?” I ask looking at his beautiful and annoying face. I hate it when he’s playful. He makes me want to be near him and be friends. “See, I haven’t been here more than five minutes and you’re already over me.” He says making a sad face at me. He’s in a good mood today. I can’t remember the last time I saw him this playful. “I was just merely asking if you needed something. I wasn’t fighting.” I say raising my arms in defense. He’s not wrong though, I was on the defense the moment I saw him. Block him out before he gets too close.

So why does he want to get married? Wait! Is he going to keep his playboy character even after marriage? Oh God, this man is disgusting. I hate him already. How can I marry such an unfaithful manwhore? I can't bare the pain and heart break. Due to this reason only, I have never been in a relationship. All man are the same. They can't love anyone. They can stay with a girl until she satisfies their needs. After few months, or may be even few years later, they always decide to cheat on their partners. Till their needs are satisfied, they always show and tell the girl about how much they love her. But once they get bored from the girl, all love vanishes away. They discard the girl like some dir

With his signature smirk " I am not. " " so we are officially dating. We are couple " " yeah maybe. Now tell me about yourself " " I am handsome, charming and rich. What do you want to know more " " about you, not your staus " " Okey! I will be honest with you since you are also honest with me. I am a playboy. I am like a bird. Never get into serious relationships. I had so many girlfriend. I start doing that from high-school. You can call me pure bad boy. I am one of the most popular bad boy in my school, college and also in university. Girl always came and gone in my life. They are a major part of my life. I never cry for a girl. They come and go, I do not care. And I sleep with them. Some

With that, I felt the warmth flowing down my cheeks. He's gone. It's over. I said as I started to cry. "I just love you too damn much, playboy." That will never change. I love you, always. Goodbye. ---THE END OF MUST DATE THE PLAYBOY--- Background Music: Love's To Blame by Joel & Luke. Hope I can hear from you soon. Please follow me on twitter and F******k so that we can interact. Thank you! =) F******K FANPAGE = Notjustarandomgirl

What was with him and mint. “Well someone just got herself a sexy boyfriend today.” He finally finishes when I show no sign of arguing back. I could already feel the excitement and pleasure in his every word. He found this amusing and I could already imagine the look of triumph on his face, knowing I had no other option but to play along. Yes, he was a player who would always get what he wanted, but this time around, things had to change a little. It was his game, but I was going to make the rules and he would have no choice but to also play along.

Now, they had a chance to prove their popular motion about Romeo. "Romeo is a playboy, not a lover boy." Maybe, they were right. I was a fool for thinking that my so-called boyfriend had changed. I was a stupid girl for thinking that he was in love with me. Why did I fall for his charms? Once a playboy, always a playboy. My lower lip trembled. I sniffled, trying to hold back my tears. I was an emotional person. I couldn't blame the tears. But, I didn't want to burst into tears here. It would be so embarrassing. The stupid tears should go back to its place.

he continued without taking his arm off my throat, "I fully intend to make you my plaything." He leaned in, lips brushing mine as he added, "Remember this. You're replaceable. But you'll be loyal to me and me alone." His thumb grazed my cheek, "I don't care if other men touch your body. Because only I get to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours. Got it?" I stared at him, slightly offended by his choice of words but what did I expect from a man like him? He didn't squeeze—but he didn't release me either.

I realised when I slipped up and she caught on to her assumptions being correct that I had lost my touch. There was a time in my life when I would be fucking one lady in one room and another in the other and neither of them would know about the other. I was the classic playboy and even as an adult, I always had my A game in play. But now, she was destroying that reputation I had taken all these years to build up. She was making me flaccid as softer had no way to quantify how I felt and no matter how I thought about it, it all came down to one awful word and that was love. Yes. I was being a pussy because I was in love with her and I would do anything for her.