Retired Playboy Logo Novels & Stories

She muttered, lovestruck, which made me roll my eyes. “Finally, a normal one who doesn't crush on Beta Wyatt.” A lady who seemed to be in her nineteen said, which caught my attention. She sat next to Nancy and turned to me, “Who did you choose, Beta Wyatt and Playboy Asher?” “Beta Wyatt and Doctor Asher are the crushes of all girls in the pack?” I queried. But, I don't find it surprising, the two combined with Alpha Oswald are the most handsome men I've ever met. “Yes.” She replied proudly. “Although Asher is famous for being a Playboy who only does one-night-stand, I want him,” Eve whispered to us.

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."

I will sway you and make you fall for me so I can reap your money and make you submit to me. Looks like the King of Playboys is back from vacation and ready for a new hunt… *Playboy Theo had an evil smirk on his face ass he stepped out of the building to go get some coffee* *Well… things just got more interesting. See you in the next chapter!*

To protect the piece of the structure that I had become incapable of seeing as simply an asset. In the days that followed, men moved like chess pieces across my map. The spy was planted in Vescari’s lands disguised as a groundsman. The server tech in the logistics firm swore under pressure that the account was created by paperwork signed by a consultant, a name that matched a shell corporation. The payment trail was murky but trending toward an old money route that had benefited from hidden accounts. I tasted the salt of betrayal again and this time my fingers closed like a vice.

The screen was dimmed to its lowest setting, throwing a faint blue glow across his knuckles. On the display was a single, encrypted message sent from his private legal team in London ten minutes ago. Update: The Thorne family has officially relinquished their proxy seats on the University Alumni Council. Arthur Sterling’s faction has lost their voting majority ahead of Thursday’s session. Note: Sterling has requested a private audience with you tomorrow morning at eight o'clock. He offers full surrender on the grant injunctions in exchange for a quiet retirement from the board. Leo stared at the screen for a long, quiet moment. The war was over. The Sterling legacy, which had bullied the uni

"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