Preston Goodplay の小説・ストーリー

“What⁠ have yo‍u done?” Preston’⁠s smile widene⁠d. “I‍’ve done nothing, D‍amon. Nothing at all. S‍he’⁠s been… cooperating‍. Smart girl, resourceful, but⁠ still human. And you? You’re predict‌abl‌e⁠. That’⁠s why th‌is is so entertaining.”

Who would have thought that Tobi would bring a smile onto my face. I would smile a little every time he would ask the salesperson about this certain furniture for the nursery room. “Do you have this in a neutral color?” He asked. “Yes.” the salesperson replied. Tobi smiled then moved his gaze at me. “What do you think? Do you think we should get this now?” He asked. I nodded at him and he smiled at me. “We’ll get this one.” Tobi then continued on browsing that nursery section.

The movement opened his black jacket, offering a glimpse of his pristine white shirt stretched across his broad chest and flat abdomen. Everything was perfect. This was a great day for him and his agency. It was a party to celebrate the account Golden Gates promotions had with Packard Enterprises and a good number of people had been invited. Everything seemed like it was going to go well. It was all perfect.

"Wren, I think I've been too good to you." His gaze swept over the luggage. Before I could react, he grabbed the suitcase and wrenched it open, tearing the zipper apart. My clothes spilled across the floor, and he stomped on them. Then, with unerring precision, he pulled out the bracelet I had hidden at the very bottom. It was my mother's, the only thing she had left me. He looked down at me. "Wren, do I need to remind you? I paid $30 million to get this bracelet back for you."

Rosabella's POV I mailed my "treasures" away. When I got back to the manor, I heard Leo's voice. I looked out and saw him playing near the stables. No, he was on top of the stables. That roof was at least ten feet high. "Leo!" I yelled. "Get down from there!" He heard me and turned to wave. In that instant, a roof tile under his foot came loose. "Ah!" Leo fell. I didn't think. I flew out of my room and down the stairs.

He looks amused but eventually, he smiled again. "You are eye-catching. But don't worry, I don't do hookups, If I like a girl, I'll be loyal asf" I smirk upon hearing his remarks "Don't play mind games on me, Mister! I'm way better than a player!" I said with a devilish smile. Men will always be men. They are all sweet talkers until they got what they want.

"You're a young athlete. You cannot be spending money like this. I won't accept it." "Mom," I started. But Preston smiled. And then he said, "I should probably clarify something. I'm not just an athlete." My mother looked at him. "My name is Preston," he said. "I'm the CEO of Beaumont Group."

I liked that about him. Coach called out the surnames of each player and their assigned jersey number before they came up to pick it up. One player, Milton Crossbow, was assigned number 45 which made everyone laugh at him. Number 45 was the number assigned to benchwarmers and, honestly, those whose skills were not even good enough for practice. I guess the only reason Max advocated for him to be on the team was cause he was cute. “Jameson…” Phoenix stepped up with huge grin on his face. I found myself smiling too before I could stop it from forming. “Number 8.”