Romans & histoires Play-boy

His eyes resembled that of a lost child- vulnerable. He was vulnerable and it was an odd sight to see on what was named the face of Redwood High. He didn't seem like the same guy to me. He seemed broken- an expensive vase that couldn't be fixed, but only replaced with a cheap fake replica made to deceive. That's what he was. He was just like me. He was playing the same game which made me think of how little I knew of the playboy. He looked back to the area where our hands had been conjoined and shook his head before looking into my eyes.

If only he was more handsome and maybe more rich, he might have be-- "Knock knock, may I come in?" "Oh...yeah, of course. I see you're not alone this time." "Yeah, Chris wanted to tag along. Why, are you disappointed?" "Maybe." "You guys are weird, its like you're a gay couple." "We're partners, right?" "Right. So did you finish the journal?" "Yes, and what I found was terrible." "What?"

Xander chuckled. “Exactly. I mean, you are the playboy. Why would I ever be interested in a playboy?” I smirked at him. Xander becomes silent at that. “Hey! I wasn’t mocking you.” I told him. “If I wasn’t a playboy, would that have made people like me better? Would you have liked me more?” Xander asked me as he looked me in the eye. “Xander, I am your best friend because of who you are as a person. I don’t care if you are a playboy or a nerd. I love you as you are.” I tell him. Xander nodded with a small smile.

“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.

Niko said before hurriedly getting down from the car. He walked quickly into the store, only to meet Reyna already paying up for the things she had gotten. “So quick. I thought you wanted to pick a lot.” Niko said as he approached her. The shop attendant's eyes flew open as she saw him. Everyone knew who Niko was, the rich playboy whose sexuality was unknown till now. Niko could feel the eyes on him, making him sigh as he dipped his hand into his pocket. “Manage this and I don’t want to hear a word about this at all” he muttered to the attendant as he curled his lips up.

And for the famous playboy Edde Loxley, I would be damned. @pop precious

Unlike the chat with Ironfaith, Carter was more subtle here and hell, they seemed to have something great going. When I read what Powerplayboy asked Noah what he was looking for on Smashr. Looking for a good time or just window shopping. I held my breath as I read his reply. –I don’t know yet. I’m honestly new to this and I just wanna take things slow. Scoffing, I backed out of the chat and went straight to his profile, almost choking on my next breath when I saw his profile. DickensDatBooty.

I frown as I turn around and walk back into my office. I open the email Sawyer sent me about the Price boy. I haven’t read everything, but he seems a normal twenty-nine-year-old Playboy. He works for his father with the prospect of taking over one day, but it seems like he is an adrenaline junky. He’s no good for Niccola. No one is good enough for her. Not even me.

~ Thomas~ TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND ASSAULT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. As I flipped through the magazine, my gaze landed on a boldly scribbled heading– 30 UNDER 30: THOMAS BROWN TOPS THE LIST 3 YEARS IN A ROW. I felt a surge of embarrassment as I gazed at the outdated photo of myself plastered on the page. Couldn't they have made a minimal effort to find a recent picture, perhaps from my I*******m?

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."