Pick Your Playmate Novels & Stories

Up until now, I still wonder what it taste like. Realizing he was inching closer, I immediately snapped back to reality and pushed him away. "Y-you... that wasn't what I meant, you pervert. "His eyes widen in surprise. "Pervert? Me? "He pointed at himself, asking in disbelief. "Yes you. " "Then what was the weird thing your mind was thinking, huh? " "It thought I am your mate. There, happy? "His forehead creased, as if hearing a ridiculous statement.

"Want to make another bet?" challenged Nick. I shake my head, who's the madman who keeps playing if he ends up stuck alone. "Come on, no more punishment this time." Seeing the look on Nate's welded face I nodded. This time the game changed, choosing to answer the question or choosing not to answer and drinking. There were about five people playing, so he sat on the bench provided, and was asked the question Never have I ever. Selena Gomez's song plays, and I move my head to the beat. I love Selena Gomez, oh and Justin Bieber songs. In fact, I'm still their shipper.

She replied. She's so on the same level as I was and that made me more curious about her. "Not too far from here, sweetie" Rule number one of the Playboy games- Tell them you're taking them home but don't ever take them to your house. "Shall we?" "We shall" She answered with a smile. As she walked in front of me, I couldn’t help but wonder how lucky I got tonight. It’s really rare to see girls like that at the club unaccompanied.

“What did you mean?” “She’s already put her heart somewhere. She has a boyfriend.” I felt my jaw tighten as I clenched my hands into fists. Was I too late? No. After a long search and waiting, it was never too late. My Beta and I were patient enough to wait for our mates to show up, which he had gotten in twenty-six. It was pretty rare to see a male unmated at that age. So we agreed to cut all dramas as soon as we found our mates.

"Look at me." He pulled her away from the center of the room and straight onto the polished marble dance floor. The orchestra was playing a slow, sweeping waltz. Leo did not ask for permission. He stepped into her space, his right hand sliding firmly down to the small of her back, pressing her flush against his solid chest as he began to move them to the music.

Group B: Treasure picks a card and it has number 1, Olivia; number 2, Ace; number 6, and me; number 8, and others pick different numbers. The emcee claps his hands together. "Alright, everyone! Now that we have our groups, we'll do partner selection. Group A will pick their partners from Group B, alternating with Group B picking from Group A. We'll start with number one from Group A." Mike steps forward. He's number one. I glance at Olivia, who's standing in our group looking confident. Everyone here knows her as Mike's girlfriend—or whatever they are. She's probably already planning their victory speech.

I said, standing, ready to leave, but Donato raised a hand, his smile back, too wide, too eager. “Not so fast, Moretti,” he said, snapping his fingers. The door opened, three women gliding in—hookers, their dresses tight, their smiles practiced, their eyes sharp. “You’re our most important business partner, so we went through the stress to get you these gifts to seal our partnership. They’ll treat you right.” My gut twisted, my hand inching toward my Glock. “I’m not interested,” I said, my voice cold, my eyes locked on Donato’s, reading the flicker of annoyance.

She cleared her throat and focused on the card. "The first game is... Fake dating for a week. Now that's a crazy game right?" She let out a soft laugh. But I didn't know why my mouth suddenly went dry. "The new partners for this game are..." She darted her eyes around us before refocusing on the card. "Regina Eldridge and Kristen Summer..."

_It started when I walked up behind my son watching p**n on our computer. I stood in the doorway as he didn’t see me. I wanted to see what he was watching. The video showed a girl on her back and the camera was being held by a male sitting on top of her. They were actually boyfriend and girlfriend, but they were doing something called ’role play’. She acted like she was the daughter and he was her daddy. She was wanting her daddy to have sex with her.

She scoffed, “Greensburg’s playboy is dating a low life, how does that sound?” “You're bloody lying!” I shouted. “Why don't you ask him yourself, I took a video of them making the bet…he was even the one that asked me to put that video on the school's projector. You know the one? The sex you guys had in class.” I watched her lips move as dizzy spells clouded my head. “No…” I muttered under my breath, as I staggered a bit. “Yes…” She said, “He wanted to show the school that nobody is hard to get…not even Amy Cooper.”