Playboy Heather Novels & Stories

Heather's POV I let the curtain fall and quickly moved to hide behind the wall the moment Alex's gaze nearly fell on me. My heart was still pounding in my chest, thanks to the unplanned moment we had a few minutes ago. I could still feel the slight tingles left over from then running through my body. It had come as a surprise to me, partly because I was still in a terrible mood with all that had been going on, but mostly because I had not really expected Alex to still have such interest towards me. The man was a notorious playboy, and he had the looks, money and charm to attract any lady he wanted. There was no doubt that he had been playing around with people far higher in value than I was,

"Please have an interview with us. Rumours say you've dated a lot of guys and dumped them. Is that the same case with Adrian?" Anger flared through Heather. It was true that she had casually dated in the past but it was never for fame or money. She only did it purely for fun and pleasure. Why was it ok for a man to casually date but if a woman did it, she was called a whore? Heather was tempted to open the door and give the reporters and the whole world a piece of her mind. Nevertheless, she knew that was not the right thing to do. Her words could be twisted and made into something bigger.

We rode back to my apartment and the tense lust between us finally shattered as the front door opened. I held her as I kissed her heavily, quickly throwing my suit jacket on the floor and guided her towards the couch. Slowly, I lowered my head and raised her gown immediately, revealing the wet beauty hiding down there. I buried my head in there, my tongue soaked in her wet pussy. This was life, and the psycho can't touch me now. I'm the one always in control, that's why I always win. She held my head gently as her loud moans filled the house.

her voice came breathlessly, “You’re pretending to be asleep, but you’re listening to us and…I let him…start playing with…my breasts…and he’s rubbing lotion…on them while I…keep playing…and you do too…but he doesn’t know that you’re awake…and looking at his…cock.” Unable to stand it any more I began rubbing my clitoris as she continued. “Then I let him play…with my…pussy and he…starts doing what I am and you’re…watching.” Heather gasped and I could hear her rapidly rubbing her pussy as the top bunk creaked. “Heather?” “Oh…yes?” She gasped. “I’m doing the same thing that you are right now.” “Oh yes…what…are you thinking?” “That I wish…Jim…was watching…both of us.”

*********************************** That night after Ariel had gone to sleep, Heather quietly tip toe out and headed toward the female restroom,she changed into an hot sexy crop top and tight ripped jeans. "Let go partying!" She smiled to her sexy self . Heather walked briskly out of the huge Bamboo hospital. Waiting for couple of seconds for the Uber to arrive. Arriving in front of the famous five star club , "A classy home of stripper and noble gentle drunkard and cheat" ,she smirked at the sarcasm in her words.

She said as she hid her face behind her hands. “That’s what I said before I dated him.” Hannah or Harley or whatever her name was said as she rolled her eyes. Everyone ignored her like she didn’t say anything and she huffed as she went to a separate corner of the room to sit down alone and sulk. “A playboy like that needs a girl like my cousin.” Cassie spoke up. “I mean, just look at Sarah! She’s gorgeous! If she can’t make that guy change his playboy ways, then no one can!” She added in a dramatic voice.

How to breathe. At eight forty five, Helen's assistant knocked and came in white faced. "Um. It's live." Helen's head snapped up. "What is." "TMZ," the assistant said. "The photo. It's up." Rook stood up so fast his chair fell over. "Show me." The assistant turned her laptop around. There it was. Grainy. Awful. The headline screaming. BLIZZARD STAR'S NANNY SCANDAL. PHOTOS SHOW ROOK ROUSSEAU AND PLUS SIZE NANNY IN COMPROMISING POSITION HOURS BEFORE CUSTODY GRAB.

Richard had met Heather before. At the time, when Heather's reputation was at its peak, Richard had been a renowned playboy in their circle. He'd had many paramours and lovers, but the only one he wasn't able to forget was Heather. Heather's beauty wasn't just surface-level. Her beauty was capable of making people aware of her strength. Her elegance was akin to a highly valuable brocade. Whether one was seeing it from afar or up close, one would still get lost in the intricacy of its beauty.

Heather teased again, nudging me playfully. I smirked. "Of course, it's precious. Exclusive product for an exclusive customer." I took a sip of my margarita, the sting burning down my throat. "You say that now, but trust me—it's healthy. Like a drug, Dianne. Addictive. Anyway, you'll soon becoming a wife." I gave her a fake smile, but my attention quickly shifted. Heather was already making out with some guy, straddling his lap, grinding against his firm thighs.

Heather cried out. Jeff played with her tight little pussy, then pulled her upright and sat her on his leg, facing her father. "Look at him Heather." Jeff reached around her, and once more grabbed her crotch, sliding a couple of fingers inside. "Look at him. He's hard. He's excited by what I'm doing to you." "Fuck you!" Harold cried out, while Jeff held Heather diagonally across his body, one hand roughly fingering her, the other, manhandling her breasts.