The Playboy Of The Western World Summary Novels & Stories

“He can’t do it, obviously he does not have a clean image.” The Barlow contract was the biggest contract in the world for billionaires. It was very hard to get but very easy to lose. Of which one of the rules to getting a Barlow Contract is to have a clean image, which Alex does not have. He has had episodes with women fighting over him on the internet. This earned him the nickname. The billionaire playboy.

the reporter said and I closed my eyes. They were wrong but also right, they were wrong in the sense that Raymond was an asshole. He was actually an asshole because he was a playboy who loved to move from woman to woman but then, he wouldn’t do something as despicable as this, it just wasn’t who Raymond was and they were right in one sense, it was a closed case, all evidence pointed against Raymond and he didn’t even have one single piece of evidence to show he was innocent. I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair, this was really messed up, how would I save him now? I sniffled as I looked to the left when something caught my attention.

“Haha,there’s enough for you when I get back. The condo is all yours. ******************************** I had lots of things to catch up with and I knew play time was over. I needed to take things serious,even if it meant a week. We are talking about a billonaire dollar investment here. I placed a call through the PBS signaling my new secretary to bring them in. I could hear a slight knock on the door “Come in!” I could see her walk in ,through the corner of my eyes. It was definitely the nosy girl from the other day. I specifically asked to see her first. I looked up and-Oh wait! I know her. The girl from the club? The girl who almost damaged my crotch. Literally the second thing the girls i

She said as she hid her face behind her hands. “That’s what I said before I dated him.” Hannah or Harley or whatever her name was said as she rolled her eyes. Everyone ignored her like she didn’t say anything and she huffed as she went to a separate corner of the room to sit down alone and sulk. “A playboy like that needs a girl like my cousin.” Cassie spoke up. “I mean, just look at Sarah! She’s gorgeous! If she can’t make that guy change his playboy ways, then no one can!” She added in a dramatic voice.

I was now resting on my girlfriend's laps, on the floor. She was looking at my stomach and covering her mouth with her bloodied hands. Scott!!! She suddenly screamed my name again and her tears were overflowing. I heard her friend talking and it seems like she's calling for help. "Oh my God! Scott!" She whimpered like a baby and seeing her looking so miserable and scared, I felt regret. I have always been a Playboy and was proud of it. I was proud of it, because I'm aware I'm doing something wrong. I've embraced it, so I never felt guilty.

"It was interesting and ambitious. I had a lot of fun with so many girls. Mexico has a lot of beautiful ladies bro," I scoffed as I listened to his experience in Mexico. I was expecting him to tell me how the business he went for was but he didn't tell me, instead he was telling me how he had fun with a lot of ladies. However, I wasn't surprised because he was a playboy. "You're yet to tell me how the business went," I demanded in a cold tone. "Don't give me that look, bro. The business went smoothly. But to be sincere, you don't have to be boring," he said and laughed, and I scoffed.

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.

I couldn’t wait for us to get done here, wanting nothing more than to go home to Bex. Things had been different once upon a time. I was a certified playboy that was rarely ever turned down. There was plenty more tail that came to me instead of the other way around on the off-chance that I was turned down. Goddess, I was a disgusting pig. Yes, the chicks were willing, but that didn’t change shit.

“It's really strange that rumors could come to that, but Evan has never appeared in the media, actually. What often appears is Chris, his accomplice.” “If it's old pervert it probably means my father,” said Syila suddenly remembering her aunt's story that Raffa was a disgusting perverted playboy. Even though she doesn't believe it, the news of her father's playboyness is well known everywhere. “Uncle Raffa used to be a playboy?” Jake glared. “Don't joke, it seems that now he's a workaholic and even loves his wife's children, there's no way he used to be a playboy, right?”

I shot him one last look before I started to walk out. “But something baffles me,” I stopped after walking a step. “When did the infamous playboy decide to stick to a woman? Or is it one of the ladies after your money? I mean, I doubt any lady out there would like anything about you. I wonder who she is this time around.” I smirked. I didn’t wait to hear him speak as I walked out wondering which unlucky woman had fallen in love with someone like him.