Romans & histoires Tony Stark Playboy

I caught him going through my watch collection, stuffing his pockets with Rolexes and Audemars. I didn’t have my security get rid of him; I tossed him out on his ass myself. See, I’m not like the rest of those billionaire CEOs you see on TV being heralded as geniuses when really, they just stole other people’s work and passed it off as their own. I am a hands-on guy who came from nothing, and no matter how many expensive suits or supercars I buy, I guess I still have a bit of that working-man’s mentality in me. I’m less Bill Gates and more Tony Stark—only without the Iron Man suit.

Tony is a fascinating mix of humor and arrogance, a blend of qualities that never fails to entertain. He's got that infectious grin, the quick-witted comebacks, and an air of cocky self-assuredness that somehow makes him endlessly charming. You can tell he believes he can win over any girl with nothing more than a smile and a clever line. It’s both amusing and endearing to watch him in action. Yet, beneath that playful bravado, Tony has a genuinely big heart. It's those moments where his softer side shines through that truly invest me in his character.

He’s kissing my face, shoulders, being playful. It’s sweet as hell but it’s so funny. You wouldn’t think a guy with this persona: bad boy millionaire (Tony Stark, anyone?) would be so playful. Then again, I wouldn't have expected a man of his stature to go crazy over bumper cars. He’s so damn competitive. He’d raced after me, his large frame nearly spilling out of the car. His smile was almost gleeful, almost as if he was allowing his inner child to peek out through his fierce exterior.

Some are new to me, while others are quite familiar. The familiar ones scare me. It reminds me of how I felt before and how it ended up being. Being Tony was quite exciting, we would go on adventures all the time. He was super tall and fit. But he has a bad temper. He'd expose me to bad things like drinking. He was a big chain smoker. If he can't smoke that day, he'd go all ballistic.

In one word he is a beauty. Ricardo was every girl's dream guy. His irresistible looks and filthy wealth made him a demi-God both in the country and beyond but unfortunately the all-mighty CEO is a playboy. Ricardo doesn't believe in love since his wretched relationship with his Ex lover ended. He believed love is just a weakness and he doesn't want to look weak before anyone and because of that he f**ks just the way he wants and has little or no patience for anything under the skirt.

‘Revenge sex. I snorted out loud at that one. Revenge sex? With who? Jace was the only man I’d ever let close. No male friends, no flings, no one. Just me — pathetic, faithful, and now apparently obsolete. By the time I pulled myself together, Mr. Stark was seated on the couch, surrounded by files and his laptop, a half-empty glass of something dark sitting beside him.

He still doesn’t voice it as question, and it does nothing aggravate my raging temper. “Yeah, a guy like you.” I tell him, “Word on the street says you’re no better than the man I just left upstairs.” Word on the street says worse. Luciano Roman. Billionaire bachelor playboy. He’s never been seen with the same woman more than once. And that was insane to analyze, considering I’d never seen Luciano in all the years I’ve known him with out a female dangling like a trophy on his arm. Except now.

As Mr. Stark looked at Maria with a mixture of irritation and amusement, her threat didn't seem to faze him as much as she had hoped. "You underestimate me, little girl," he replied coolly. "I'm not one to be easily intimidated. I have dealt with much more dangerous situations in my business dealings." But Maria's determination didn't waver, and she met his gaze head-on, saying, "I may be young, but I have learned a few things from you during our 'arrangement.' I know where the skeletons are buried in your closets, Mr. Stark."

“Ah, I thought so. In any case, would you like to join me for a drink tonight? I think you could use it since you’ve been avoiding everyone lately.” “Thank you, Leo, but I will have to decline the invitation. See you tomorrow.” I say and hang up the call before he can try to pursue me more. I am genuinely not interested in going out this evening, because knowing me, I will probably woo another socialite once I have had enough whiskey and regret it the next day. I sit back and lean my head against the headrest of my car, sighing. How pathetic; a billionaire with everything he could ever want, and he’s feeling sorry for himself in his 5 Million Pound sports car. I scoff, but my cell rings agai

Look, if I were giving the opportunity trust me I will climb that man like a polar bear and ride him till my old not so sure working Virgina screams and is sore, but I can't okay "I erupted all off a sudden. Seeing him everyday sends my ovaries and hormones on overdrive , he occupies my thoughts daily I can't even comprehend if what am feeling is actually lust or something else . Believe me I do want to explore this part of me but I can't . He's my boss and to top it all he's the great Damien Boyce the great business "Tyrant" the heir to all the Boyce shipping, clothing Empire , he's super rich , wealthy and handsome as well. He's damn too popular among the ladies for his own good and that s