"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

　　The drive back t the dorm with Chelsea felt longer than it should have. She was spent through the entire trip and didn't even spare me a single glance.


　　After dropping her off in front of the dormitory, she gets down and heads toward it, without turning back to look at me. Despite her words, I know that she's hurt.


　　Seeing me with Vivian hurt her. Why? Does she like me??


　　I get into my room, and it's empty. Tracy is still at the party, and Ashley has been off campus for some days now. She went to her suck auntie's place to look after her. Or so she told us...


　　I dump myself on my bed and shut my eyes in annoyance as I remember the sight of Vivian strapped on Asher's chest.


　　I pull out my phone, and before I can stop to think, I'm dialing Trevor. I look up at the wall clock above the door and find that it's 12:10 pm.


　　"Sup, Trevor? "I call lowly into the phone. Feeling guilty because I know that I must have ruined his sleep.


CHAPTER 41 - What's Going On?