My Playboy Is A Don Novels & Stories

I quickly cover the screen of the device with my hand, I look at it with a terrible panic reflected in my eyes. “Please lower your voice,” I beg him. “This is crazy!” The boy raises a hand to his forehead and brings the phone back to his face. “You're one of the most sought-after porn stars of the moment,” he whispers, as if he's saying something he doesn't believe himself. “You are number seventeen in the ranking of...”

“He can’t do it, obviously he does not have a clean image.” The Barlow contract was the biggest contract in the world for billionaires. It was very hard to get but very easy to lose. Of which one of the rules to getting a Barlow Contract is to have a clean image, which Alex does not have. He has had episodes with women fighting over him on the internet. This earned him the nickname. The billionaire playboy.

She blushed. “Wow.” Lucy muttered. “He saw everything?”. “Kinda.” She looked sheepish. Lucy couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her very innocent friend almost did the dirty with a boy and not just any boy but Prince Andrei aka Mercia’s playboy extraordinaire. “But you feel better now?”. Lucy asked.

he asked "why" I said "don't know I think so better that play boy is best than this good boy" he laughed and said "you can't bare that playboy princess you will be scared" he kissed on my cheeks I pushed him and turned away he hugged me more tightly and said "don't do that princess if you are angry just hit me but don't push me away" he is pleading me like a kid I said "no iam not angry iam just confused" he asked "confusion about what princess"

He recoiled with a strangled yelp as I pulled the trigger. The electrical charge coursed through him, forcing his jaw to clench shut as his body convulsed. When the charge finally dissipated, he slumped back unconscious. I smirked and shoved a rag into his mouth before slamming the door closed on him. One final look in the mirror, I adjusted my borrowed clothes to sit properly. I could do this, I could be this guy. I am a Donovan, damn it. And Donovans always get what they want, no matter the cost.

Oliver replied. “Yeah Right! I thought I'd be sober hehe" Donny replied smiling. "You really need a wife" Oliver growled. "Fuck off! Girls will cry for me haha" Donny said smiling. “Oh really? I thought you were a good guy now? "Oliver said. "In business, not into girls" Donny replied. "Seriously? Let's see" smiling Oliver said. Donny is a certified playboy.He never had a serious relationship. "Whatever" smiling Donny said.

(If I could even call her that anyway. That man never knew when to stop, did he? This was the fourth time I was hearing that same old freaking cry, (Although this was most definitely a higher pitch and a newer voice) and the week was not even over yet! Oh, by now… if I didn’t know it already, you could be rest assured that I most definitely did now… My boss was a certified playboy! Adonis Blackwell, voted Forbes’ Sexiest Man Alive for five consecutive years and looking forward to bagging it this year as well… CEO of Buzz Telecommunications and Network Analytics, with investments in Real Estate and multiple hotel chains littered across the country, really was a playboy.

she said, then started walking around his room. He frowned. "Playboy?" "Yes. It means you make women fall in love with you, even though you'll never return their affection. You're just playing with their feelings for your pride as a man. I'm not really sure, frankly, why men do that. But the point is, you collect women and see them as trophies or your playthings."

I stare at him like he’s grown a second head; smaller with a bluish green hue. “Am I supposed to answer that?” “You’re practically naked.” At this point, I question the authenticity of his playboy reputation. He clearly doesn’t know what a naked girl looks like. “And it’s your business because…” “Your sarcasm is charming but I’m in no mood to joke around right now.” I shouldn’t be surprised by his audacity at this point, but I can’t help but be. He has no right to be controlling yet he’s tossing words like he has some ownership of me.

I answered, sarcastically. "Fuck! I really don't know if you're at my side or not, sweetie. Why are you like that, huh? Was it not enough for you to say everything, huh? I admitted already that I was a playboy and I've hurt a lot of women out there! When will you defend me against those people who are challenging me, huh? When will it be, huh?" he protested.