Retired Playboy Logo Novels & Stories

I separated from him, and it was now that I realized that I was in Beta Wyatt's embrace in my bra and trousers alone, yet Beta Wyatt's expression didn't change. It was as if he hadn't seen me naked. He's such a perfect man, except that he's a little cold and cruel. Beta Wyatt nodded to me and said, “Your identity; you weren't being entirely honest, were you?” He asked me, and his eyes narrowed wickedly, which made me freeze. “I've seen the marks before; was it something your relative did?” He asked me, but I fell silent. “It’s okay. If you decided not to attend the party as my partner and for what happened, I've asked the maids to keep their mouths shut. No one except for those who saw it wi

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?

"Great. Just what I want after two hours on the ice." She laughs, and the sound does something to my chest. "Come on, All Star. Let's go." The sponsor is some billionaire named Sterling who runs an insurance company. His jerseys are on our backs. He's brought his son, Brad, a college kid who's already swaying on his feet. "Fantastic game," Sterling says, slapping my back. "I think you've got a playoff run on your hands." "Thank you, sir." Brad stumbles over, holding a beer. "Bro, that was sick. You had Winnipeg cooked."

The garment box resting on the guest bed looked like an execution order. It was wrapped in heavy, textured charcoal paper, embossed with the minimalist gold logo of an ultra-exclusive boutique on Rodeo Drive, a place where a single dress cost more than Gia’s mother made in six months.

"That's all in the past now." "Thank you." She patted his hand with her other one. "I also heard that you have kids now. Quadruplets." "Uh... yeah." He nodded, smiling proudly. "Do you want to see their picture?". "Of course!". She beamed. Andrei pulled out his wallet and took out a picture from it and passed it to her.

Those reporters were the ones who needed answers, and would ask the dumbest or the easiest questions to get that pay raise. He pointed to a young man, wearing glasses and a crooked red tie. He cleared his throat before asking the second question "It's no surprise that you are well known throughout the tabloids for many different reasons. Tell us how you are planning to show people that you are ready to take on such a responsibility." If he says anything about Playboy Rehab I'm going to choke him. "Well, it's important to make a name out of yourself, and clearly my name is a little more...dynamic than others."

When we do it for love, it’s even better. Their life isn’t that normal. Their lives are always at risk. However, she has no regrets that she was part of THE PLAYBOY’S DOWNFALL.

Even the youngest, his niece who was two years younger than him, was engaged and to be married soon. "Not yet." He muttered, and he heard the defeated sign of the old man. It broke his heart to see how helpless he looks. "You are not getting any younger, and I may die today or tomorrow. All I want is to see your child. Is that too much to ask?" "You are not dying anytime soon, and I'm only twenty-eight years old. I still have a lot of years to live before going into life imprisonment." He noticed a tear slid down his grandfather's cheek, and he berated himself for the comment he made. He knew what marriage meant to him because he had been very much in love with his wife until she died of can

I accept his coat, "Thanks. I didn't know you have such gentleman side?" He chuckled, "Actually, I have. But I rather to be known as playboy, troublemaker, arrogant guy who knows nothing but make girl's cry." "It suits you well." "Oh, don't start me." "Or what, Mr. Playboy?" I tease him. Kalix shook his head, "Don't temp me, Andy." "Oh, I'm scared," I continue teasing him. "Why aren't you responding, Kalix? Are you afraid? Hmm?" I grin.

We went on dates, talked through the night, and had wild, explosive sex. Toby and I were a couple. The butterflies in my stomach quivered with excitement. Toby stayed with us through the end of Fall Fest. He declined to play most of the festival games, but we convinced him to take pictures at the pumpkin themed photo booth. “Do you realize these are the first photos we have of the two of us?” I waved the Polaroids in triumph. “If you don’t hang them in your living room, I’ll be offended.” “I don’t know. You don’t match my decor,” he said in a bland tone. I swatted him on the arm, earning myself a rare laugh. Ellanearly choked on her hot cocoa, she was so shocked.