Playboy Stories Novels & Stories

A guy from Class C dropped a bottle at the center of the makeshift circle and I guess the game had officially begun. The bottle was spun by a very loud guy in Arts. I didn't know his name, but he was easily recognizable. It landed on Ibiwari, a girl in my arm and she giggled excitedly. "What are your top three turn-ons? " the guy wasted no time in asking. My mouth dropped. He went straight to the sexual stuff? Okay, Alex hadn't been joking when he said that these people were horny. Everyone watched Ibiwari, waiting for her answer and she seemed to preen under the attention she was recieving. "Well, I... I love being kissed on my neck. I like it when guys grab my boobs and I like being kissed

His blue eyes drilled hers. "Because he's nice and is offering his friendship" she retorted "There are other nice ladies out there to be friends with," he said cooling, drawing out the ladies. "So I'm not allowed to make male friends but you are allowed to keep female friends?" She fired at him and he looked at her, "I'm a playboy so it's allowed but you're not a Playgirl so it does not allow". Kathleen brow furrowed, "you take much pride in bearing playboy don't you?"

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I’m not sure what Noah, fate, or the universe has to do with this, but I understand we both are desperate. “What’s your end of the story?” I ask, changing the subject. “I’ve had seventeen orgies, four-hundred-and-thirty-four girlfriends, ninety-two relationships, six pregnancies, fifty-five harassment calls, seven stalkers, of which three got violent. And that’s only in the last year. Some I’ve met, some not.” Wow. Just fucking wow. “You’re a player.” Toyboy.

“I agree. If there’s anything to breathe new life into Edge—” “We’re doing so poorly, we’ve all grown so scared; we’re all reporting from safe, scared places, afraid to push the button in case we explode. We’re already withering here. We need to write about the topics that scare us, fascinate us . . . and nobody fascinates this city more than our billionaire bachelors. Do you know who I’m talking about?” “The playboys?” Her lips twist. “The worst of them all.” She pulled out another magazine. I stared at the cover, which said Angel or Devil? “James Godfrey,” I whispered.

Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy . Chapter 12: just a cheating bitch . “Okay, hold your pose. We will sort through the pictures now”, the photographer tells me and turns to his assistant. They retreat to the computer, discussing the pictures passionately with the help of the interviewer. “Get your hands off of me”, Elijah growls, shaking my hand off. “Geez I am”, I throw back, retreating my hand, “be even more obvious.”