"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

　　For most of the day, I have been regretting my actions and cursing my stupidity. My phone had been on airplane mode for about three hours, but I had to take it off that mode for I feared either my mom or my brother could be trying to reach me, and I wouldn't want to get them worried.


　　I kept staring at the pictures and still couldn't believe that I actually sent them. To Asher. And that he's viewed them.


　　I've never done this before in my entire life. This is my first time, doing something so stupid, and I feel like dying. For the first time in my life, I sent my nudes to someone, and not just to anyone, but to Asher Wayne!! My fake boyfriend. What was I thinking?? No, I don't think I was even thinking at that point!


　　Ashley is fast asleep on her bed, and Tracy has been out since yesterday. While I am on my bed wallowing in worry. I jump a bit in fright when my phone suddenly buzzes and I pick the phone up and find yet another text from Asher.


CHAPTER 55- Why Don't You Pick Up??