Retired Playboy Logo Novels & Stories

They both turned. One of Adrian’s staff appeared, holding a tablet. His expression was tight with concern. “Sir, you need to see this. A news article just went live about Ms. Nora.” Adrian’s entire demeanor shifted from warm to sharp. “Show me.” The staff handed him the tablet. Adrian read the headline aloud in a cold, controlled tone that sent a shiver across Nora’s skin. “‘Disowned Heiress Seen Living With Billionaire Adrian Cole’.” Nora felt her stomach drop.

Since they had acquired their wealth and other generations had been born, they had diversified into other industries, and as i scrolled through the articles, I could see they even owned their own NFL team. "Yikes," I said as i sipped my wine and leaned in closer to the laptop screen. There was so much information about his family, but it was almost as if Mr BOYCE was the one who had held the headlines on the society pages for all of the wrong reasons. He's actually a well-known party boy, a bachelor, and a complete disaster."Hmm nice just like me, exempting the partying.

He added, sounding proud that girls throw themselves at him. "What are you trying to say, bro?" I question, because he's now talking like a completely different person, or perhaps you can just say a stranger. "I have no plans to retire. It's the perfect combination of work and play that keeps me young. If I quit being a playboy it would be the beginning of the end for me." He shrugged.

Including this one. He was tall, muscular, Chiseled, handsome, Rich...And he was a Playboy. He easily got whatever had an attractive body with panties underneath to his bed in mere days. He walked into his luxurious penthouse after the elevator opened, and towards his bedroom. The room he had been in before was the normal room where he usually brought women. Here, he was alone and doesn't have some annoying scent clinging to his bed. And he's going to have to scrub himself to get rid of the one all over his body right now.

While waiting for the time when Miya will start to approach him, Lorence remains the same popular playboy as he was original. Having different girlfriends every time, changing them as if he's changing his clothes. At first, Lorence was a little awkward with everything and realized that his life back then really sucks. He's a total madman doing all sorts of things but when he thinks about it, If he can't change the past, and if he must live again doing the same thing he might as well enjoy everything since nothing will change. From then on he goes on being really a playboy, when he started doing all those things again he felt the same excitement that he felt in the past.

I quickly cover the screen of the device with my hand, I look at it with a terrible panic reflected in my eyes. “Please lower your voice,” I beg him. “This is crazy!” The boy raises a hand to his forehead and brings the phone back to his face. “You're one of the most sought-after porn stars of the moment,” he whispers, as if he's saying something he doesn't believe himself. “You are number seventeen in the ranking of...”

One in every five ladies at his college had a thing or two to say about his dick. Although he stopped partying and having sex with every Jane, Stella, and Bellamy just before graduation, he couldn't shake off the name he built for himself. Once a playboy, always a playboy, right? During the early years of his taking control of Brown and Co, pictures of him going in and out of hotels with women were always plastered on several newspaper pages and gossip blogs.

But I can't deny that he still wore the same expression even though he was with a girl. He seems annoyed or something. I'm used to seeing him smiling. I just forgot about him for a while because I was busy planning with Jilo. But now that I saw him again, I can't get him out of my mind. He looks a little different from earlier. I can't seem to feel that playboy aura instead he looks powerful and intimidating. I didn't even see a trace of a smile on his lips. Even the staffs in that boutique seem to be uncomfortable with his presence.

Something bloomed. He still teased. I still blushed. But now, the world called him Dr. Rathore. I just called him mine. And that was the end of our story. The end of Playboy vs LoveGuru. I am glad that I sought help from the love guru to make the playboy fall for me.

Sean smiled coyly. “I guess we have a deal” he said. “I will call my lawyer to draft a deal and send it over to your office for you to sign” Alex said before taking a sip of his drink. After that night, Alex called a meeting. He had his team call an internet guru and a PR personnel. They discussed. Lowly but quietly, Alex’s old post about being a playboy was getting wiped off the internet. The videos were taken down and so did the pictures. Alex kept a low profile and waited.