"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

　　It's late at night, and I have been sitting on the chair beside the window in Asher's room, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. I have already taken my bath and changed into my pajamas, however, I have no idea how Asher intends for us to pass the night in this room.


　　Will the both of us sleep on the same bed?


　　Asher eventually walks out of the bathroom with his towel draped around his waist, and I try my best to look away from his wet, bare torso.


　　"What's the point of having a towel if you won't dry your hair or body before coming out of the bathroom? "I question in annoyance as I look away from him. Doesn't he know that moving around like this is a temptation?


　　"What? You want to see me without the towel? It's my body. I decide what I do with it. " He replies and I look back up at him in shock.


CHAPTER 73- She's Not My Type