"Let me watch you pleasure yourself... Get me hard again.... " ******** Asher Wayne is a billionaire's heir. A privileged son of a mighty rich man. He's in his third year in college and is a fuck god who gets whatever he wants. He gets whoever he wants in his bed, and has every girl around him falling for his good looks and loaded pockets.
Chelsea Perkins is an optimistic young, freshman who wants nothing but to make her mother proud and make her father regret ever abandoning her. 
What happens when somehow, a deal makes this little, goody two shoes find herself in the bad boy's bed? Sparks will be created, but will these sparks burn both or one of them badly, or will they turn into flames that will turn lust into love, and love into refined gold? 
Would sex be just a part of a beautiful bond that will be created? Or will it commonize the entire relationship and be the sole purpose of their union?

The fuck boy's doll

　　I get back to my hostel room, and on getting in, it's 12 on the dot. Ashley of course isn't here, and Tracy is still at the party. Which means I'm all alone for the night.


　　I turn the door knob shut and walk over to my bed. I throw my purse on it and kick off my shoes as I sit on my bed.


　　I can't help but remember my kiss with Asher. He kissed me like he knows me. Like we're lovers that have been long separated. The way he held me, the way his lip felt. How beautiful and perfect it felt... If I was allowed, that kiss would have lasted much longer than that.


　　Why did he kiss me like that? Why did I feel the way I did when he kissed me? It's... I know I might just be overthinking things. He's probably a very good kisser and kisses everyone like that... I mean, in that game, I won't be the only one he'd kiss.


CHAPTER 8 - Fuck God