Novel & Cerita My Playboy Is A Don

Instead, they wished that they could reincarnate into a wealthier family in their next life. Therefore, when they witnessed the miracle that happened to Lord Moore, a hopeful and longing fire started to burn within them! Even a rich man like Donald was on his tiptoes as he witnessed the miraculous changes on Lord Moore! Indeed, his youth had been filled with money, energy, and power. At that time, he was a playboy sought after by countless beauties. His youth life could be described as hopping between different bushes of flowers every day, and it certainly sounded as scandalous and flirtatious as it might. He was as popular as David Beckham, even.

“You are not a part of this world. You are a tourist, a foolish little boy playing a man’s game. The Don of the Petrov family does not have… relations… with men. Last night, I was not myself. I was high. I was not in my right mind.” I laugh, a hollow, bitter sound. “High? Is that what you’re calling it? You think you can use a few drinks, a little bit of powder, to erase what happened? To pretend it never happened? Or are you trying to assure yourself you are not gay?” I shake my head, the rage in my heart making me brave.

The doctor hurriedly bowed his head in apology and asked “I’m sorry Mr. Donquite, could you please explain it to me?” “My son has always been a Playboy, flirting with women everywhere. He always complains about not being able to find his dream girl. Look her, Dora's decent. She could become my son’s wife.” Jonald suggested faintly. “What Mr. Donquite, you want Dora and young master to get married?” the chief doctor choked out, shocked.

“He is too soft for a position like that! He lost his wife and went into ghost mode for years! He will fail the entire family if he takes that position” I nodded my head in agreement, and he stood up angrily. I couldn't help but carefully look at the tailored satin suit he wore which obviously cost an arm and a leg. The Don is the youngest and hottest among all the other mafia’s. Well I mean Maverick is a bit hotter than him, but Micheal has style, he is so much into fashion, and he is a crazy-ass psychopath! I love that about him. I am not gay, but I could turn one for him.

“Have the boys take some of the girls to the hotel, Ryan isn’t going to like us taking his girls. It’ll provoke him to challenge me.” Bobby wasn’t sure taking his whore houses was going to make him come after him, but he wanted to do something to make him mad. He took his daughter, and this was putting the paper already in the small fire. Ryan was a pussy when it came to Bobby. Don wasn’t though, he would go to Italy and take out the old man if Bobby pressed too many buttons, but Bobby wasn’t one to do that. Ryan was told to deal with him. Don thought Bobby was dead. Don would soon find out Bobby was much alive and things would go south for Bobby.

"Don't you have a girl to give it to?" "What are you? A boy with a girl's features?" "Ah ah, not funny. Duh. I meant your girlfriend. Give it to her." "Point of correction. I don't have a girlfriend." "So, you make out with lots of girls but really don't have one as your girlfriend?" "Yeah." "You're strictly a playboy." "Whatever," he shrugged. " This is a gift from me to you. So, turn around, I will put it on for you."

He chimed in, “There is a certain allure to the terms ‘billionaire’ and ‘playboy.’ When combined, they create a powerful image. When separated, it is so different.” “Different how?” Florence asked. “When you are a playboy, you are powerful, yes. But when you are a billionaire, you are more powerful.” He smiled calmly, which she found weird and she felt a bit frightened. He added with a smile, “However, it is important to remember that it is just a caricature, a simplified and exaggerated portrayal.”

I start moving towards the door but what she says next stops me on my tracks. " He is a bad boy, he is a Playboy, he'll play your heart like a piano forte.' " No!" ' But you and I Know it's true,' she replies.

“so don’t fantasize much on him “ “I know all this girl!! ,by the way he looked really familiar almost like we met before.” “Where could you possibly have met the CEO of Declan’s?” Stacy chuckled “I could come around and shoot my shot” jeff wiggled an eyebrow. Jeff used to be a male model,but dropped out when he started gaining weight. I would say Jeff looked way more sexier now than then. He added in the right places. He was about 5’7. He had bristled eyebrows that complimented his viking brown hair,he had brown eyes and was quite dishy. Too adventurous always having a friendly smile. I would say he was really hot,but certainly not my type.

My eyes narrowed at the big house that felt more like a prison most of the time. Win the game, get the applause, drink until you can't feel the silence waiting for you at home. That's the playbook, it works every time. I smirked and crashed on the couch, watching the others dance as girls swooned over them. “Who's that bitch over there?” I whispered to Davon, staring at her as she winked at me. Davon’s eyes narrowed at me and a soft smile tugged across the corners of his lips. “Who cares?” And we chuckled together. “Go get her man,” he pushed me up and the other boys cheered.