Loving The Playboy Novels & Stories

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.

“Crazy, I’ve known you for a long time. If you want to remain unrecognized, get surgery. You’re the number three in the list of the wealthiest bachelors in the world.” I saw amusement in his face. “Woah. You did some research huh?” “No. I just really know you.” I replied shortly before finishing the last piece of my steak. “Sooo, Elara, do you still hate playboys?” I paused at what he said. I smiled slightly and looked at him. “I did fall for a playboy, so it’s not just that I don’t like them, I’m angry. But then I find it very childish to generalize them all. So it depends.”

But, the truth was anything but. In his bedroom we were both like strangers. There were no smiles, no manners, no nothing. He had wanted someone to act for his mom and, so, I did. That was where my responsibilities ended. We no longer had an obligation towards each other. We wouldn't change our behaviour on behalf of the other. I was the uptight nerd and he was the impulsive playboy. I wasn't stupid enough to think I can be the one to 'change the playboy'. Honestly, in my opinion, I don't think a player changes, despite people believing that they can change for the right person. How could one person make them change.

He was standing at the edge of his own ruin, his chest heaving under his tailored vest, silently waiting to see if the woman he was obsessed with would cast the final stone. And in that split second, the whiplash of the power games vanished. The spreadsheets didn't matter. The money didn't matter. She loved him. She loved the terrifying, unhinged protector who had declared war on the world just to keep her safe. She loved the man who had held her in the dark pantry while her world was shaking, whispering dirty, possessive promises against her skin. Their relationship wasn't a trap Leo had built for her—it was a forbidden sanctuary they had forged together, and she would rather burn in it tha

He shoved it in the box on the back of his bike, opened his garage door and hopped on the bike. At the turn of the ignition, his bike roared to life. The sound combined with the rumble between his thighs, and the shaking ground beneath his feet was like an aphrodisiac. He loved everything about his bike. He'd never had a prouder moment in his life than when he'd gone to buy it, finally able to afford something this luxurious. It was a Harley-Davidson Road King. Black with brushed chrome accents.

When I said I'll make her mine tonight then she will be MINE tonight only. Whatever she knows or don't knows anything. I don't care. I know everything. And I'll make her know everything. I'll teach her everything. I would love to Teach her everything. From kiss to Fuck!! A U T H O R _______ When he turn around found her still standing there. Closing her eyes. He felt annoyed playing this GENTLEMAN games with her, only because of her family he's tolerating her childish behaviours cause they have helped him on his bad time. Neither he loves her nor have any future plans to do so. All he wants is just to have her right then right there.

"Why do you hate me so much that… you don't want me to be happy?" "I don't hate you Andrei". Mitch refuted. "You're my son and I love you." "No that's a lie and you know it." Andrei retorted. "If that's how you love someone then I'm very sorry for you." He faced king Elroy who looked gobsmacked. "I'm sorry for being rude sire but I can't marry your daughter because...I don't love her. I can't make her suffer for something that's not her fault." He took a deep breath and continued. "She's very lovely and intelligent but she's not the one for me."

He never listens to my advice on matters that are important and he never considers other kingdoms' interests and he was a chronic womanizer and he was always putting his penis on display like a trophy. Bragging openly about his sexual exploits and the way his cock was “hard, like steel, the size of a cannonball”. I had seen him with some woman during one of our meetings; he was so shameless and at every event, he'd go with a different one every time. His favourite topic was women; he had two of them. He was a playboy and had multiple lovers. A lot of the ladies found him very attractive and I suppose they fell victim to the charm and power that he emanated.

His bravado knows no shame, he sleeps around with girls and he accepts it as if it’s a matter of pride. My skin burned ever since he touched me, he doesn’t love me and oh! How dumb I am to even consider him as human, to think he has what it takes to fall in love. He doesn’t, he lies to me about that disorder that doesn’t even exist and is so honest, so honest about his illness of sleeping around with girls, girls who are not his wife. He is a playboy, a fucking Casanova.

I replied. "Leo Robbins is popularly known as the playboy of the corporate world. And as you might have noticed since yesterday, netizens have been concerned about you and how you're feeling. Are you saying that you don't feel hurt by your cheating husband? Do those videos and pictures mean nothing to you?" the reporter from WeReport whom Leo detested asked.