Tony Stark Playboy Novels & Stories

"You are bright, you are patient, and you need this more than anyone I know. Listen, he's desperate - all three nannies previously hired only stayed for a month. But you are family, and I vouched for you. All I want you to do is keep your head down and do your job, but do not for the life of you fall for the charm. I mean it, Amy. Damien Ross is not someone you ever want to play games with." Amy knew the stories just like everyone else knew. The tabloids called him the Playboy Billionaire - a force whose name was synonymous with heartbreaker. It was a known fact that he had no problem with women throwing themselves at him; he never had to do any chasing. He had built an empire in his late tw

‘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."

"nah. Don't worry. It cannot be as bad as what you're going through." "what am I going through?" " Married to the mafia Lord and all. How is he treating you?" "what does my appearance say?" She questioned,pulling back so Tanya could get a good view. Her Louis Vuitton handbag was dazzling,her Dio outfit complimented the color of her eyes,giving them the color of wet soil. "you look good. Real good." She said with a chuckle. "The heck I do!" She said,raising her arms in the air. "we get special spa treatment everyday,I don't even have to lift a finger at all,he just does everything for me."

“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

I stare at him like he’s grown a second head; smaller with a bluish green hue. “Am I supposed to answer that?” “You’re practically naked.” At this point, I question the authenticity of his playboy reputation. He clearly doesn’t know what a naked girl looks like. “And it’s your business because…” “Your sarcasm is charming but I’m in no mood to joke around right now.” I shouldn’t be surprised by his audacity at this point, but I can’t help but be. He has no right to be controlling yet he’s tossing words like he has some ownership of me.

“You know before I was forced to marry you, I had different women each night. I was popular and had fun. You ruined my life.” I roll my eyes. He is such a drama queen. “So you were a playboy, how terribly tragic that you can’t stick your dick into every woman you are seeing anymore.” “Oh trust me, I could. I’m just choosing not to”, Elijah spits. I laugh breathlessly. “Then that’s your problem, not mine”, I send him an angry glare, “I had fun too, you know. You ruined my life just as much. I could have very well done without you jerk all up in my business.”

He said with irritation and admiration. "Well then, fuck you, fuck your tattoo. In fact, fuck your haircut". Maria said looking at him with anger. Ashking has always been a playboy like Romeo. But unlike Romeo who is rough on the outside but gentle on the inside, Ashking is quite the opposite. He is rough in every way and he doesn't pay as much as Romeo does. Point of correction, he pays well but since Romeo pays to the extreme, his pay is considered to be on the low side with girls who have been to Romeo's club.