"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

　　"Leave. "The word leaves Chelsea's mouth after a few seconds of a silent staring contest between her and Asher, and as the word leaves her mouth, Asher swallows.


　　"I'm not going anywhere, Chelsea. "He replies. Fully intending to be unapologetically stubborn.


　　He's in a big black hoodie to shield him from the cold, and underneath it, he's wearing an equally big pair of dark cargo pants, and black sneakers.


　　"Chelsea, I refuse to leave. I'm tired... I'm tired of you shutting me up. I... I can't hold these feelings in anymore... I can't let these emotions crush and kill me! "He exclaims in annoyance, and Chelsea gulps. Staring at him in silence and hurt.


　　"I lied. Everything I said to Ted and Tracy that night were lies! Lies I told in a bid to save my stupid ego. Chelsea, in my entire life, I have never felt anything so... Pure and... Real.


CHAPTER 118- Just Die!!