Romans & histoires Play-boy

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.

Lizzy immediately opened it with a shake of her head and wrote something on it. {C E R I S E} Asher showed the paper to Lizzy, and the girl shook her head. Asher rubbed his head when he felt Mark throw his head with a pen. Mark, damn it! Asher glared at Mark, and finally, his eyes met the teacher, who was almost glaring at him. Everyone knew Asher was a troublemaker. If he went back to school, he would do things like that again, even though he had physical limitations. Lizzy will be noisy with Lizzy, so she is called a hyperactive girl. Asher shook his head, his Lizzy, his old Lizzy changed.

In one word he is a beauty. Ricardo was every girl's dream guy. His irresistible looks and filthy wealth made him a demi-God both in the country and beyond but unfortunately the all-mighty CEO is a playboy. Ricardo doesn't believe in love since his wretched relationship with his Ex lover ended. He believed love is just a weakness and he doesn't want to look weak before anyone and because of that he f**ks just the way he wants and has little or no patience for anything under the skirt.

THE FUCK BOY IS A PRINCE (Hidden identities) . Clarks POV She really looked as shocked as hell, geez!! What if it was real then she would be dead already by seeing about 2, 000 views in just a second. Her eyes were already clouded with tears as she blinked to avoid it from coming out.

I stammered out, cursing myself for sounding flustered. He advanced closer, backing me towards the wall. "Well, since you won't let me touch your things, I wanna play with my girl instead..." "Your girl?!" I sputtered. "What the hell are you..." But he had already turned and grabbed something from his duffle bag. Trent straightened, holding up...a basketball? "This is my girl," he announced with a wink. Tossing the ball between his hands, he added "I mean shooting some hoops."

Those reporters were the ones who needed answers, and would ask the dumbest or the easiest questions to get that pay raise. He pointed to a young man, wearing glasses and a crooked red tie. He cleared his throat before asking the second question "It's no surprise that you are well known throughout the tabloids for many different reasons. Tell us how you are planning to show people that you are ready to take on such a responsibility." If he says anything about Playboy Rehab I'm going to choke him. "Well, it's important to make a name out of yourself, and clearly my name is a little more...dynamic than others."

Every corner reminded me of how foolish I’d been to believe love could be earned by obedience. When I stepped outside, the rain started to fall. Cold. Merciless. Just like my father’s last words. I didn’t have a plan, only a direction, away. By dawn, I found myself standing before a towering glass building downtown, soaked to the skin. A sign read: COLE ENTERPRISES. I had seen the name before, Adrian Cole. Billionaire, notorious playboy, and my father’s former business rival. Rumor had it he bought out my father’s company months before his death. Rumor also said he was heartless, a man who saw emotions as weaknesses.

“Oh wait…” Pretty boy exhaled sharply and muttered something that sounded like “unbelievable.” Good. What will be my gain if no one is pissed at me? I kicked off my boots, one thudding to the floor dramatically. “So, pretty boy. You like jazz? Or are you more of a 'complain quietly and repress all emotion' kind of guy?” He glared. “Don’t call me Pretty boy.” “Got it. Pretty. Boy. Princess of Cellblock C. We’ll find your vibe eventually.”

How does he do it when he smiles and right now he’s smiling with his eyes like there was something very interesting about the person sitting in front of him. “Yes actually, being a playboy centers around being a joker and also being very unserious.” I said out loud in my head. Refusing the gentle look he was giving me, he wasn’t exactly like this, this morning. “You don’t even know me and why exactly would you want naive and innocent me in exchange for your good money? I’m sure it’s fake right or there’s a reversible paper that I could sign on?” I cleared my throat, waiting for an answer.

With his signature smirk " I am not. " " so we are officially dating. We are couple " " yeah maybe. Now tell me about yourself " " I am handsome, charming and rich. What do you want to know more " " about you, not your staus " " Okey! I will be honest with you since you are also honest with me. I am a playboy. I am like a bird. Never get into serious relationships. I had so many girlfriend. I start doing that from high-school. You can call me pure bad boy. I am one of the most popular bad boy in my school, college and also in university. Girl always came and gone in my life. They are a major part of my life. I never cry for a girl. They come and go, I do not care. And I sleep with them. Some