"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 wake up with a grunt, and although I've woken up, I remain still with my eyes shut. Almost like I'm giving my body some time to boot.


　　I eventually open my eyes when I'm satisfied, and only after sitting up, do I realize that Asher is not in the bed with me.


　　Did he not pass the night here? I stare down at the rumpled bed sheet on his side, and I know that he indeed slept here.


　　But where is he now? I would have guessed the bathroom, but there's no sound coming from there. I then stare back at the pillow fence between us and find it intact, and I inhale deeply.


　　It's his house after all. He's free to go wherever he wants.


　　I pull myself out of the bed and walk sluggishly into the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I take my bath in warm water, with the same expensive, fancy-smelling body washes I saw and used last night.


　　Once I'm satisfied and feel like I'm fresh enough, I get out of the tub and drape myself in my towel.


CHAPTER 74- Please Pass Me My Towel