Playboy Novels & Stories

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.

Whenever tabloids feautured officers of the Alcolytes, the headlines typically varied but the gist of them remained the same. Helios Jake Andreadis was the hotheaded sun god. Kellion Mico Argyros the charmingly wicked playboy. Leandro Paul Christopoulos a college university owner, hot smart guy. And Andreus Fin Economou the mysterious and dangerous bad boy. Each had his own vice, which the media love to exaggerate for the club's adoring, obsessed fans.

I hadn't gotten any luck with them, though. I didn't find a man who would rape me. Or even men. I needed that, have been craving to be manhandled by at least one man. Tonight, I was wearing a white cotton tank top with no bra. My nipples were already tight from the air conditioning, pebbled and obvious, and I didn't cross my arms to hide them. I needed it out so any man who stepped in would see me and take what I'm offering. I glared at the empty chairs and wondered when I would get the luck. I didn't take the platform during the daytime because there would be too many people here, and as much as I enjoyed being looked at while getting fucked, I don't want anyone to call the police on me.

I start moving towards the door but what she says next stops me on my tracks. " He is a bad boy, he is a Playboy, he'll play your heart like a piano forte.' " No!" ' But you and I Know it's true,' she replies.

I looked down at his hand on my wrist, feeling suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was standing, how tall he actually was, and the sharp, undeniable pull humming between us in the cold night air. I cleared my throat, forcing my voice to stay flat and dry. "Because you still owe me five hundred thousand dollars, playboy. And I never leave money on the table." Damon stared at me for two long beats. Then, slowly, that devastating, crooked smirk crept back onto his bruised lips. "Right," he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly across the back of my hand before he let go. "The money. Of course." Before the silence could stretch into something neither of us knew ho

` James, the ticking bomb. I got a summer job, 8-5, construction mechanic. Sarah was off in the middle of the country. She graduated from college and got an internship. Every morning, I woke up hard and masturbated looking at the same, worn-out book of unattractive people fucking. This was the 70's. No internet, cell phones, VCR tapes were still exotic. If you wanted p**n, you had to go to small grocery stores on the bad side of town. In the back was a magazine rack. On the bottom shelf, titty mags. Names like "Juggs" and "Big mamas". They just showed tits. Even Playboy was just starting to show pubic hair. Nobody shaved. In the back of the magazine, were ads.

I accept his coat, "Thanks. I didn't know you have such gentleman side?" He chuckled, "Actually, I have. But I rather to be known as playboy, troublemaker, arrogant guy who knows nothing but make girl's cry." "It suits you well." "Oh, don't start me." "Or what, Mr. Playboy?" I tease him. Kalix shook his head, "Don't temp me, Andy." "Oh, I'm scared," I continue teasing him. "Why aren't you responding, Kalix? Are you afraid? Hmm?" I grin.

I couldn't believe what I saw. "Oh my goodness! Are you sure he's really the one who cheated on you? He became your boyfriend?" I asked in surprise. She nodded. "Yes. He became my boyfriend for almost three weeks," she said, sadly. "W-what? Three weeks?" "Yes," she confided, "but do you know him?" "Yes. He's famous, but he's known for being a playboy. Don't you know he's a playboy, do you?" I answered. Lisa didn't answer my question if she really knows him as a playboy.

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.

The realization that my golden boy era was dead now and the mafia's toy had been born tonight broke me even further. How long can I play this deadly game before it completely kills me?