Novel & Cerita My Playboy Is A Don

The robotic voice asked, “So what if he doesn’t want this position?” “We shall make him,” Don Ted said confidently. He knew he had won. The robotic voice asked again, “How?” Don Ted smiled. “It’s simple. We’ve been watching his every move. He killed Prado because of a girl. The moment we get the girl, he will do whatever we want.” The masked man realized that what happened in the club that day had gotten to the open but he didn’t regret it. As for these Dons, he knew how to deal with them. The robotic voice sounded. “Well then, good luck.”

Of all guys out there, my heart decides to chose a playboy, and not just any playboy, it's the same playboy I made a deal not to fall in love with. Fuck, no.

Jason blew hot at him. Jeremy is a Playboy yet no one dare step on his toes. He was very strong and fierce just like Jason. Jeremy would not listen to whatever Jason was saying except when I came in. I gestured at Jeremy, more or less like a plead, and he dropped my hand and moved out of the place, leaving behind a daring look.

his huge throbbing cock and the precum painted on the tip, was everything. The clean smell, the size, the length, he is literally everything a man should be. Even though Mr Antonio had a reputation for his play boy and promiscuous lifestyle, also surrounded by many women in his mansion and outside. He will never lay a finger on a bitch who is not of a blue blood, this is a fact that May was certain of. “So you have been storing it up for me huh? It's going shoot a whole lots of loads, that's if only you are not a sex maniac who can take on any hole at all…”.

“You—you are Don Dante Romano?!” “In the flesh.” I knew him. I definitely knew him. Hell, any Italian person who has the barest connection with the underground world would know him. Youngest Don in history. This man became a don at age fourteen. At age fourteen I was having sleepovers, painting my nails, beheading my Barbie dolls, and doing weird makeups with my mother, while he was going around, shooting, killing, and selling hard drugs and bizarre things. Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil.

Jacob grinned viciously, selected a few disgusting-looking devices, and said to the others, "Use them all!" They pawed at Natasha's body, spouting vulgarities. "What a pity. We didn't get to use any of this while she was still alive. Otherwise, it would've been so much fun." Jacob's eyes landed on Natasha's slightly swollen stomach. "About that, our little game isn't over yet. We still don't know who got the baby's gender right." He handed Josephine a knife. "Josephine, haven't you always wanted to be a doctor? This is the perfect time to be one. Why don't you help us to have a look? My friends here want to know who won the bet."

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his thumb forcing her chin upward, his gaze completely consumed by a dark, unyielding obsession. "I told you, little girl," Leo whispered, a slow, wicked smirk touching his lips as the opening bell of the New York Stock Exchange began to chime faintly from the monitors behind him. "The sandbox belongs to me. And nobody gets to look at what's mine."

He was different from the other two, who carried the air of businessmen; this guy carried the air of a Playboy instead, and I felt wary of him immediately. Playboys do not have a good name in my diary. He has short black hair too like the second guy who was also dressed in suits but instead of grey orbs like the other two, he had blue instead, and that insanely made him look attractive, especially with the way he was continuously biting his lips while throwing the girls around who were worshipping him with coquettish looks. He looked more like a rock star with his denim jeans which had Gucci written all over them, black T-shirt, and black Jacket. I tried moving closer to have a better glimps

“Sir, you need to say something. Show the world that you’re not the reckless, untouchable playboy they think you are. You need stability.” I looked at him from head to toe. “And what exactly do you mean by that?” He drew in a deep breath. “Marriage. If you were married, Alexander, people would see you differently. They'll say you are very Responsible and that you're a family man." I nearly choked on my drink. “Marriage?” I laughed. “Do I look like the kind of man who ties himself to one woman? Absolutely not.” Was that not the whole reason behind my Playboy character?

I inquired out of interest. She offered me a crooked smile as she gazed at me. “Although Doni is a lunatic like Mr. Kumar's son, the good news is that I am aware of his frailties. He is gay and enjoys threesome BDSM sex. Despite his outward appearance of toughness, he is always the one who submits. But since he doesn't know you know me, you and Jack will have to pretend to be gay and I kindly ask you to play your parts to the best of your ability.