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She smiled as she placed her lips on mine, slowly kissing me as she waited for me to reciprocate and that was when I pulled her to myself as I flipped her over, causing her to lie on her back as I climbed on her. I was ready for her now, she wanted to be the daring one didn’t she? I smirked slightly, I would surely show her why I was Raymond Ender, known as the playboy CEO and the moment the thought of being a playboy came to mind, I shoved it off. I wanted to now only be her playboy. She bit her lips slightly as she stared at me and that was enough to turn me on even more and I immediately buried my face in her neck as I kissed it slowly before starting to rub her side of waist and she tigh

he said, all mighty as if he were a prince no one could resist. “I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I’ll never be yours, and even if I wanted a boyfriend, why do you think it would be you? You are not and will never be worthy of that role!” I screamed at him. “Ouch... that hurts. Who do you think will want someone like you if not me? Nobody in school would want you after my announcement unless they really want trouble.” That stupid smirk returned to his face. “And who said I was interested in anyone at school? Look, Alexander, the sooner you let this sink in, the better for you. I will never date a playboy like you. Now back off!”

I was now resting on my girlfriend's laps, on the floor. She was looking at my stomach and covering her mouth with her bloodied hands. Scott!!! She suddenly screamed my name again and her tears were overflowing. I heard her friend talking and it seems like she's calling for help. "Oh my God! Scott!" She whimpered like a baby and seeing her looking so miserable and scared, I felt regret. I have always been a Playboy and was proud of it. I was proud of it, because I'm aware I'm doing something wrong. I've embraced it, so I never felt guilty.

“I refuse to have my blog turned into some sort of…of…voyeuristic dessert porn shit show.” “Whoa,” Carter said. “Despite Carathurs’ apparent crimes against that will not be the focus of the makeover. No one wants The Playbook to be accused of harboring pornographic content…again. I am simply suggesting we use Mr. Carathurs’s current circumstances to get eyes on our magazine and in a quid pro quo arrangement, do a little renovation on his style and perhaps his reputation along the way.”

In one word he is a beauty. Ricardo was every girl's dream guy. His irresistible looks and filthy wealth made him a demi-God both in the country and beyond but unfortunately the all-mighty CEO is a playboy. Ricardo doesn't believe in love since his wretched relationship with his Ex lover ended. He believed love is just a weakness and he doesn't want to look weak before anyone and because of that he f**ks just the way he wants and has little or no patience for anything under the skirt.

Sean smiled coyly. “I guess we have a deal” he said. “I will call my lawyer to draft a deal and send it over to your office for you to sign” Alex said before taking a sip of his drink. After that night, Alex called a meeting. He had his team call an internet guru and a PR personnel. They discussed. Lowly but quietly, Alex’s old post about being a playboy was getting wiped off the internet. The videos were taken down and so did the pictures. Alex kept a low profile and waited.

I let out a deep sigh and started to open my mouth and speaks to him again, "Aren't you going to hurt women again, are you? For example, we're done... I mean, we decided to stop pretending to the eyes of the public that we're having a relationship. You won't go back from being a playboy, huh? Are you going to live your life far from being a playboy?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders.

******* Soon they fell into a particular rhythm. They would have lunch together at the office, go on dates on friday nights and go to church together on Sundays. Six months had already passed been since their first date and Crystal never regretted going on that date with him. She was crazily in love with him and she believed he loved her too. He was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for and her life couldn't be more perfect. What exactly did I do to deserve him... She wondered as her eyes landed on the recent bouquet of roses he got her. He knew she loved flowers so he sent them regularly.

Their order had arrived, and she was already trying to arrange it. "What?? Did I say that out loud?" She grinned this time, "I bet you did." "I bet I meant it." Comebacks were the best. After some seconds, she put her chin In the centre of her palm. "How do you always feel saying the same things over and over to a thousand different girls?!" He looked amused and was soon laughing. A deep sound that cut through her skin. "Playboys are not that bad. Forget the movies and books you read. They're just normal guys trying to make ends meet. It's called a hustle sweetheart." His smile was sly, and ended up In a smirk.

Curious, I grabbed a piece of bread, spread my favorite peanut butter and chocolate on it, and took a bite of one end. "Photography, looks like he's been doing that for three years and now he's getting signed to Victoria Secret." I nodded, amazed at Ronald's career accomplishments, he's a talented man. "That's amazing," I complimented and Caroline snorted. "That would make his predatory nature even wilder, you know what a Victoria's Secret model is like." Caroline rolled her eyes, I chuckled, Ronald is famous for being the most popular playboy among women, even though he is a playboy, but many women are lining up to be his girlfriend, my inner goddess rolled her eyes, except for me.