Playboy Heather Novels & Stories

Rhett said with sudden interest. Heath’s grin was wicked. “Ah, you know. Something that Cameron said the other day made me think that we could have some fun with some of the stuff on this site.” “What did I say that made you think butt plugs and vibrators?” Cameron hung over Heath’s shoulder in order to see what was on the screen. “For you I was actually looking at pinwheels and nipple clamps,” Heath replied with a savage grin. “Maybe some whips and handcuffs. But, last night… butt plugs lead to vibrators, and…”

She asked him as she smirked and he shook his head. Such kissing skills and Badass character? There was no way a virgin would have it so he smirked, he actually liked bad girls. He shook his head, he wasn’t here to have pleasure nor was he there to look for virgin girls. He was there for one reason and one reason only, getting someone to consume these drugs.

Reasonable to say, she was the prettiest of us and the most attractive one. Like me, my friends all came from wealthy families aside Tracey that came from a relatively average family but she never lacked anything though. But Tracey was unlucky when it came to her love life. She couldn’t get to be with the one man she had crushed on. She had always wanted one guy all her life, did all she could to get him but couldn't. Lawrence Williams was his name, the infamous Playboy. Me, Elsie and Gail always wondered what she saw in him because to me there really was nothing cool about him. If anything, I wished he never got close to my friend as he would only end up hurting her.

Heather POV "So you must be the accountant Casey is so fond of." Heather jolts up from her computer and sees a stunningly beautiful woman standing in the doorway. Heather wishes she did not know who the woman was, but Lucy had insisted on looking into Casey's past in the tabloids and had seen plenty of pictures of him with this woman: his ex-girlfriend Meredith Dillon. "I am an accountant and I work for Casey. You can call me Heather. May I help you with something?" Heather responds, hoping this encounter will be over quickly.

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.

he mumbled under his breath, hoping I won't catch the words but I clearly did. Can Jason ever change his playboy styles? Having casual flings with numerous girls and trashing them aside afterwards. He literally treats them like shits! "Get back to work" He dismissed me, already on his own work. I went back to my office to reply some important emails before making Miss Andrew's coffee. As my fingers danced on the keyboard, typing, Jason's lifestyle did not leave my mind and slowly my head started shifting to the club scenes again, somewords echoing loudly in my ears.

“And why, pray tell, would you turn down the chance to be my date? Every warrior in this camp would kill for the opportunity.” “I’d rather go stag than with you. Ask someone else, if everyone is scrambling to be with you.” An ugly sneer twisted Heather’s features. “Fine,” she hissed, flipping her golden ponytail over her shoulder. “But you must be suffering from some kind of… sexual dysfunction, because no sane man would ever turn me down.” Heat flooded my cheeks, but I bit back the caustic retort burning on my tongue. Losing my temper would only give her the satisfaction she craved. Instead, I simply shook my head.

Harper’s main asset was her physical charm, and without that leverage, she began to panic. She vented all her frustrations on Seraphina Arden. Over the past year or two of marriage to Leon Everhart, this man’s private life had been extraordinarily clean. Aside from Seraphina Arden, there hadn’t been any other women by his side. Harper couldn’t help but wonder if Seraphina Arden had been secretly satisfying Leon Everhart elsewhere. Harper heard from her brother that Leon Everhart never brought women out for entertainment during drinking sessions.

Her breathing stuttered and I saw the slight trace of hope in her eyes. "Sweet, right? Kind of romantic too. Man loses his sex partner turned woman, realises he can't live without her, then starts sniffing around for her whereabouts like some bloodhound." I leaned closer, lowering my voice like I was sharing a secret between friends. "But here's the kicker: he's too late. You're already mine."

Something bloomed. He still teased. I still blushed. But now, the world called him Dr. Rathore. I just called him mine. And that was the end of our story. The end of Playboy vs LoveGuru. I am glad that I sought help from the love guru to make the playboy fall for me.