UltimateSpice:
Nancy shivered at my touch. "I don't understand it. Why can't I get you out of my head?"

"Probably for the same reason you're inside my head." And without thinking I leaned in and pressed my lips softly to hers.

She gasped in surprise but a moment later Nancy flowed back into my kiss, her hands actually coming up and holding my face as she pressed forward, parting her lips to allow my tongue in as my heart leapt in absolute joy.

But as quickly as we started, Nancy pulled straight back shaking her head. "But I barely know you!"

"Then let's change that," I offered.

"But I can't. The whole situation is just too overwhelming for me. And you're cute and all, but... it's just so weird. The fact is, you're not just a cute guy I met in the elevator.

"You're New York's newest billionaire. And if I go out with you, paparazzi are going to be plastering photos of me in every trashy tabloid."

Once again I was holding Nancy's hands in my own. "Nancy, do you like me? Do you feel the same spark between us that I'm feeling?"

She looked at me. "Yes."

"Then what else matters?"

"I just don't know if I can handle all this." I could see the moisture in her honey brown eyes. "If you were just another guy, we could have had dinner last night and talked and who knows what might have happened? But then the Celebrity Sightings thing came on."

And I was reminded now of exactly why Nancy had gotten upset. I had just slept with Rosalinda. "In all fairness, Rosalinda has been my friendfor a long time. But there's no relationship there. And I had no idea I was going to meet you in the elevator that day. If we started something together, you and me... well, I'm not a cheater."

"And I think I realized that... It doesn't mean I'm happy about it. But it's not like I have any rights over you or anything. That's why I wanted to apologize. It's not very polite to kick someone out of your apartment." Nancy smiled for the first time.

"No it's not. But I understand. And apology accepted." My eyes sharpened as I looked right at Nancy. "Now, back to the matter at hand. I'm not much of a cook. So will you let me buy you dinner? Say, Friday?"

"A date?"

"Yeah, isn't that how this is usually supposed to go? We can start over fresh. I'm just a cute guy you met in the elevator."

"not that cute..." she teased.

"Hey, you just said I was cute!"

"you are, you are," she giggled. Oh, how I loved that giggle.

"Stop interrupting me." I exhaled and prepared myself. "I'm just a cute guy you met in the elevator. And you're just a very pretty young lady I want to get to know a little better. Come on, I'll take you to McDonald's!"

"Ooh, big fancy dinner from New York's newest billionaire!"

"nothing but the best for you. I can afford it."

Nancy laughed again and then leaned in and initiated the kiss this time, her lips soft and velvety against mine. She was just as sweet as I had wanted.

When she pulled back, I had to ask, "Is that a yes?"

"Yes, yes. Friday. Pick me up at eight."





Diary: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

preshman22:
I just started reading this piece and i must say your story is quite good

But i am not seeing any playboy in this story

Thanks for the update

Ultimas:

I couldn't help it, I gently held her shoulders in my hands, and kissed her softly on the cheek. But then with a heavy heart, I quietly stepped away and let myself out the door.

Once in the hallway, I started striding to the elevator, my cell phone already out in my hand as I thumbed it back on.

If she had set me up, oh man was I going to kill Rosalinda.

"I swear I had nothing to do with it!" Rosalinda pleaded with me, her voice slightly distorted by our intermittent cellular connection.

"You're sure? Paparazzi just like to hang outside Geno's waiting to see if Tade Robins will show up? And who are these 'sources' who say we've been dating for four years?"

"Like I know? I wasn't planning anything."

"Oh, and the whole conversation about me pretending to be your boyfriendhelping your career? I'll bet that never happened? I imagined the whole thing!"

Now Rosalinda's voice took a turn for the pissed off. "Look, I swear to you again that I had nothing to do with it. you can choose to either trust me on that or not. Just stop yelling at me!"

Then my phone triple beeped to let me know the call had ended. She'd fucking hung up on me. And in a spur of rage, I screamed and threw my phone against the wall where the case cracked and fell to the floor. What the Bleep did I care? I had enough money to buy the whole damn wireless company!

And then my stomach growled loudly.

Oh, for crying out loud.



TUESDAY

I awoke to hear insistent rapping against my door. How long they'd been banging outside I didn't know, but the noise wouldn't go away, even after I'd tried drowning it out with a pillow over my ears.

Bleary eyed, I finally staggered out of bed and peered through the peephole. I was rather hoping to see Nancy, or even maybe Rosalinda. But I was left with my disappointment. Damn lawyers...

I opened up to see one of the distinguished gentlemen I'd met yesterday at Mr. Kendall's law firm. 'Mr. Rubenstein' if I remembered the name correctly. He looked at me quizzically.

"I apologize for appearing at your door unannounced, Mr. Robins, but your mobile is not answering."

"Oh, yeah. I think I broke my phone last night."

"I see." He glanced up and down at my disheveled appearance. "Are you just waking up?"

"Yes."

"But it's already 10am."

"Well, I don't have a job anymore."

He chewed on that for a second. "Quite right. May we come in?"

"Yes, of course, of course." I stepped out of the doorway and as Rubenstein came in, I noticed the second person for the first time. I wasn't quite sure how I'd missed her in the first place, as she was a statuesque blonde and devastatingly attractive. She was also holding a very familiar stack of folders.

My guests removed their shoes politely (African tradition) and then the three of us sat down in my living room, me on the couch and the two of them in my only wing chairs. I looked back at the stack of folders, trying to remember why they looked so familiar.

"Ah," Rubenstein continued. "you left these in the car yesterday evening, an accident I'm sure." The blonde held the folders against her chest and smiled at me. I was still wondering who she was as I looked up at her pretty face and silvery blue eyes.

Rubenstein followed my gaze. "Oh yes, where are my manners. Allow me to introduce Miss Cooper. She will be your new personal assistant."

My eyes immediately flashed back to Rubenstein. "Excuse me?"




Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624