Playboy Novels & Stories

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.

~ 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 I felt a surge of embarrassment as I gazed at the outdated photo of myself plastered on the page.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?

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?

My dick was straining against the fabric of my pants, and it was pushing at the zipper, begging to be touched. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Yet, as much as I blinked, the action in front of me didn’t stop. She lay on the podium, her back arched and pushing her full tits in the air, her nipples standing proud and her breasts looking heavy on her chest. I wanted to reach out and touch her, caress her, make her come undone.

"Come on! Classified missions? We've looked into you. Your parents are just poor farmers. You don't even have a brother-in-law. Someone online just recognized your sister. She was a massage therapist!" Josephine gasped. "The photos have been taken down, but someone just messaged me about them. He's willing to pay ten thousand dollars per photo for this set." She pointed at the photo of Jacob stubbing out the cigarette in Natasha's mouth. "They even said they'd be willing to pay 30 million dollars for an ashtray like this!" The men grew extremely excited. "Who knew her death could be worth so much?" "Even though there's not much of her lower body left, the buyer could have her head as an asht

33: Play Time > We stroll through hallways connected to different playrooms and Sophie peeks into each playroom curiously. Despite my rock hard cock, I am being patient with her right now. If she was my sub, I would have spanked her for making me wait like this. I groan inwardly. Idea of hitting her perfect ass doesn't help my filthy mind either. her mouth goes slack when she sees a male sub getting his balls tortured. "It's Testicle bondage clamps." I tell her.

Toyboy. “I’m a pretty-boy with issues,” he corrects. “But I’m also the face of several multi-billion-dollar brands that want me to stop being a headline for sex and start being a headline for stability. A.k.a. they want me to change my image to hot-as-hell-but-unavailable. Apparently, unavailability sells.” “Enter me.” I wonder what sex with him would be like. It can’t be worse than my previous experiences. I’m sure that last jock broke my orgasm with his pathetic thumping.

So, I reach out for the top magazine on the pile closest to my chair and drag it in front of my face, making myself flick through the pages and concentrate on the lewd photographs and the pulp fiction of a vintage Playboy from the 70s. It takes a while, but eventually through a combination of forcing myself to concentrate, and willfully pushing away my questions about how much Kent loved Lenai, and whether I’m an idiot who is going to die because she was to sex-addled to be smart enough to get herself away, I begin to calm down.

“He can’t do it, obviously he does not have a clean image.” The Barlow contract was the biggest contract in the world for billionaires. It was very hard to get but very easy to lose. Of which one of the rules to getting a Barlow Contract is to have a clean image, which Alex does not have. He has had episodes with women fighting over him on the internet. This earned him the nickname. The billionaire playboy.