Romans & histoires Tony Stark Playboy

“Not even Iron man? Or …” “Superman is a classic dude. He’s not too flashy; he gets there and does what he needs to do. He knows how to take care of business.” He says interrupting me. “Okay.” I say raising my arms up in surrender. No need to get emotional. “My turn.” He says pouring himself a shot. “Who is your celebrity hall pass?”He asks after a beat. “I don’t know.” I say thinking about it for a minute and he groans in disappointment. “Would you give me a second to think about it?” I say looking at him like’ what the hell?

Maya complained. We both agreed with her,Uncle Tony was the second to the last born,he may look young with his baby innocent face but....behind every cute face....there is a demon within This guy oops sorry my manners Uncle Tony was the true definition of Iron Man,the no-nonsense type but he was the CEO of F*ckboys Group of Nigeria Okay I'm exaggerating He was a badass player,the time he was around,he changed girls everyday like clothes,he would take them to the guest room and have fun...

Tony is known to be a playboy who doesn’t spare anyone including guys on his mission on being a perverted werewolf, that was why I didn’t want him anywhere close to my babe, even though Gray assured me that all those things are façade he created to stop his parent from choosing a business marriage partner to him and that he is a cool person, but still, I couldn’t let my guard down. Tony’s dad is not only Gray’s father’s beta but also a strong businessman, who has business all over the world; if not for the fact that the werewolves can no longer interact with the rest of the supernatural, he could have had some businesses over there. Tony’s dad has already prepared potential marriage partners

“I’d rather work with you,” “You’re saying that because we’d make a great team or because you want to get in my pants again,” my eyes widened at that. That’s some craziest plot twist I’ve ever witness right before my eyes. Mr Stark’s bisexual? “Not even in your wildest dream, Roman,” Mr Stark said. “Don’t act like you don’t miss us,” Anthony says. I peered up the iPad to see Anthony flirting openly with Mr Stark, his eyes telling a story I don’t think I want to know. “We used to be fun, you know,”

“As much as possible, we aim to build a good relationship here between Exclusive and Stark Apparel, so we are going to make this a fun day for everyone. Are you ready, Mr. Stark?” The only fun I will have today is when this is finally over. “Sure, Carla, Whenever you are ready.” “Okay. So…” She shifted her leg to the other side. “Everyone already knows that the Stark family is one of the elites of Manhattan, but we never really saw the real face of Gabriel Stark, and this is a great opportunity to see a side of you that we have not yet seen. You play tennis, too, Mr. Stark. Is this another of your dreams that have yet to come true? Becoming a tennis star?”

Nah, she deserved an oscar for that one. I had allowed them enjoy their little game but then I noticed the little seductress had forgotten her panties which I took and placed in my pants’ pocket. "Are they gone?" I had called my security team to be sure i could leave. "Yes sir," he replied. Disconnecting the call, I laid back in bed smiling to myself. I am Raymond, Raymond Ender, one of the wealthiest men in the country and those two gullible girls thought i wouldn’t know of their little games.

President Tony was a playboy but he wasn't into drugs and surely not a rapist. Before Abigail answered, Tony had strode to them, swinging his long arms around her and planting a momentary kiss on her lips. The movement, so romantic, took people by surprise but so was the beginning of Abigails' problems. She was blushing red like the dress she wore.

Silas’s pov “I’m not going to have this argument with you. I’m going. It was nice meeting you, Tony. I prefer to think of our relationship as something that is just purely business. Because personal talks, it doesn’t bode us both well. I mean, you talked to me about why I didn't go for somebody that was a billionaire. When you’re over here with all these girls that we clearly know are hookers. And they are just here because of the yacht you have and the money you have.” He smiled. “I know. But that’s called being a playboy.” “Dude, you’re 45. Playboy shouldn’t be in your dictionary.” “Hey, being a playboy has no age limits, does it?” I shook my head. “Those girls look 18. You could get arres

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his thumb forcing her chin upward, his gaze completely consumed by a dark, unyielding obsession. "I told you, little girl," Leo whispered, a slow, wicked smirk touching his lips as the opening bell of the New York Stock Exchange began to chime faintly from the monitors behind him. "The sandbox belongs to me. And nobody gets to look at what's mine."

She turned to me “Where’s Lover Boy?” I rolled my eyes, a blush spreading over my cheeks. “Don’t call him that, and he’s busy running a company. He doesn’t have time for college events.” “You sure about that?” Ella tilted her chin at something behind me. I whipped around, my heart jumping in my throat when I saw Toby standing behind me. In his navy cashmere sweater and jeans, he cut a sophisticated figure amongst the crowds of drunk college students and rumpled professors. I couldn’t help it I ran and threw my arms around him. “I thought you had work!” i said excitedly