Peyton List Fake Porn Novels & Stories

ex. I quickly adjusted myself, and opened the door slightly, only to find Matt standing nearby. He has his back to me and is talking to Brianna, a curvy brunette who is practically the queen of puck bunnies. I’m not into slut-shaming anyone, but Brianna's purpose in life seems to be to sleep with as many hockey players as possible and talk about it out loud. She is chewing her lips, playing with her hair in a teenage flirty way and I can’t avoid finding it funny. Matt would never fall for that c.rap.

“A job?” “Yeah. It’s temporary. But… We need someone who can pull it off. It’s for the company. You pretend to date someone. Just a show. In and out.” Liam stared. “Fake dating? Are you joking?” Kant crossed his arms. “You’ve done worse for money.” Liam’s eyes flared with disbelief. “That was years ago; I’m not that person anymore.” Kant shrugged. “Fine, then I'll find another person; just say no.”

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

Today just kept getting better and better, I sighed again, pulling on a pair of jeans and a dark blue polo shirt. A new message popped up and I didn't bother to look through it, eighty-nine percent sure it was from Payne asking for attention. “The girls who are this idiot, die-hard fans should see him now, they'd be so embarrassed.” I sneered, slipping into a pair of dark boots, the thought put a smile on my face, and for a second, I had the thought to post our chat online, anonymously of course. Payne Vernick, known to the world as VERN, was a global sensation—platinum records, sold-out arenas, and enough charm to make headlines without trying. Every girl wanted to bed him and every man was

"Take a look for yourself." Christian took the photos with a puzzled expression, but as he flipped through them, his expression changed dramatically. The photos clearly showed Peyton in intimate moments with another man, as well as the two of them attending prenatal check-ups together. I stepped back a few paces, keeping my distance in case things got messy. "Christian, I've done my research. The baby Peyton is carrying isn't yours—it's her ex-boyfriend's. She just wanted to find a rich man to play father, and you were the perfect target.

He also knows that his friend is hitting him. I looked at Zedrick who was seriously looking at his friends. He was holding the beer he was sipping. "How are you, Eliza?" Emily asked me. I turned to him and observed his appearance. He's only wearing a bra and short jeans, that's why his wife is so good at his place. It's not like me who is still wearing a t-shirt and shorts that don't go past the knees. "Okay," was the short reply. I really don't want to do plastic surgery with this girl because I know it's the same for me.

I unlock my phone a bit more scared now, tapping into the link on my phone and just then my world came crashing down! All the blood drains from my face, my hands shaking like leaf clover, my heart racing with each and every bit. My legs shaking as I stumble to the ground. “What have I done”I whisper as fear grips me. In the link Morgan sent to me a picture of my face and me naked. And an article that screams: “slutty personal assistant of Boyce oil and Shipping corporation sleeping her way up to the top" What's a modern day social climber!

I scan him from head to toe. He's pretty handsome but looks like a playboy. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I cleared my throat. "I have a proposal for you," he seems interested and looks at me. "What is it?" "Can you be my fake husband?" "What!?" I closed my eyes as he shouted. "Sorry, I just get shocked." He looks away. "It is a great deal; I can offer you a wage you like. How about 200,000 US dollars a month?" he looks at me like I have three eyes.

"Great again. Mr Cartelli, if you could sign right here, and then Mrs Cartelli, if you could do the same just below his..." There hadn't been many documents for me to sign like this, so I winged it and made a new signature on the spot. I noticed Armani staring at it for a moment, but his attention was on the woman as soon as she started speaking. "And Dads..." she continued. Once they passed her the contract back, she handed us both the prenups, which were slightly scarier to look at, but I knew they would help us in the long run if this fake marriage ever had to break up. Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy.