Retired Playboy Logo Novels & Stories

She was looking at him with full concentration because he had told her that when he wouldn't be present in NY then she was going to handle everything, so she was seeing and hearing everything with full focus. By his conversation, his style, his behaviour no one could say that he was tagged with ' playboy ' or use girls like a tee shirt. He looked very gentle. His smile was breathtaking, even his emotionless face attracted her most. Damn, today everything about him was attracting her which she used to not like.

His eyes resembled that of a lost child- vulnerable. He was vulnerable and it was an odd sight to see on what was named the face of Redwood High. He didn't seem like the same guy to me. He seemed broken- an expensive vase that couldn't be fixed, but only replaced with a cheap fake replica made to deceive. That's what he was. He was just like me. He was playing the same game which made me think of how little I knew of the playboy. He looked back to the area where our hands had been conjoined and shook his head before looking into my eyes.

" Ryder turned and shot her a look, telling her to stop. Just like that, all my memories of him came flooding back as I stared at the familiar back of his head. I remembered him stripping off his shirt to cover the stain on my skirt and him pedaling his old bicycle for miles just to take me home. I remembered him perched on my backyard wall at midnight, whistling just to make me smile while I was grounded. Then, heavier memories of him surfaced. He had carried Dad's casket and knelt by my grave for a whole night before finally leaving in helplessness. Even after he found fame and fortune, he had kept my portrait by his bed. For 40 years after I died, he had secretly left supplements at the C

he mumbled under his breath, hoping I won't catch the words but I clearly did. Can Jason ever change his playboy styles? Having casual flings with numerous girls and trashing them aside afterwards. He literally treats them like shits! "Get back to work" He dismissed me, already on his own work. I went back to my office to reply some important emails before making Miss Andrew's coffee. As my fingers danced on the keyboard, typing, Jason's lifestyle did not leave my mind and slowly my head started shifting to the club scenes again, somewords echoing loudly in my ears.

He could feel her excitement, the first time Luke partnered up with someone for a deal in the company, he had been so giddy that he went to a stripclub, thereby earning his name playboy. He didn’t even touch either of them, just sat there and watched. But because his mothers death was still fresh then, and people knew him to be her child, he had paparazzi following him around and that was how he was captured. He received a backlash for it from his father and grandmother, and only remembered people from his mothers family calling him to make sure he was okay. He sighed, pushing the memory to the back of his head as he walked out to the kitchen again. Maybe he wasn’t as excited as her. She was

In one word he is a beauty. Ricardo was every girl's dream guy. His irresistible looks and filthy wealth made him a demi-God both in the country and beyond but unfortunately the all-mighty CEO is a playboy. Ricardo doesn't believe in love since his wretched relationship with his Ex lover ended. He believed love is just a weakness and he doesn't want to look weak before anyone and because of that he f**ks just the way he wants and has little or no patience for anything under the skirt.

The notice remained pinned to the homepage for six months. Additionally, TerraVantage Group sent out a warning to industry peers, ensuring Babi’s name was added to their no-hire lists. The official statement and industry alert were personally drafted by James.

His expression shifted again, and I realized with disgust that his desperate quest for reconciliation had nothing to do with love or regret. "The Royal Pack could help rebuild what I've lost," he said, his mask finally slipping completely. "I could offer you a thousand million to leave him. We could start over, and—" Ethan let out a bark of mocking laughter. "A thousand million?" He casually produced a folded document from his jacket pocket—a voided pack territory deed—and tossed it onto the ground in front of Derek. "That's the deed to your former territory. Completely worthless now. And you think you can buy my mate?" Ethan's voice was filled with contempt. "This single piece of jewelry sh

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“Are you sure about this?" I asked, as the two of us stared at the phone screen. "It's not very *discreet*, is it?" We both turned our heads like confused puppies. The logo was quite striking, if by striking, one expected to see a clipart of a man on his knees and a cock spewing sperm onto his face with the bold words "Cum & Go" beneath it. "I like it" he shrugged, "it sends a message".