I cannot honestly give any stars to this shitfest. From here on in I think I am going to avoid anything with the words “Player”, “Womanizer”, etc. I am just fed up with the whole trope!
If you are expecting any romance here, skip along because all this will give you is a headache. MC is a manho (What else is new?).
For over 60% or more of the story, he is fake-dating an OW that he f****d AFTER a day or two prior of him fooling around with FMC in his hotel lobby bathroom. (MCs at that point didn't have penetration - just touching & going down on her, etc). Yep, he went from FMC to OW in a nano second without any regret/remorse and he agreed to fake-dating OW because he cared about her and was concerned about salvaging her reputation and wanted to protect her from all the bad press because someone leaked an audio tape of the two of them during their “tryst” and the whole dirty conversation of what they were doing went viral. FMC of course had to listen to it for herself because she had to help the douche & his OW combat the negative scandal.
The OW was in the beginning referred by MMC as a sweet, innocent (aka virgin) and a very beautiful/sexy woman. So one assumes he took her virginity though we are never privy to this because we never get his POV or any form of explanation what they actually did. All we get is a sentence or two that MMC is dirty talking & possibly f*****g OW and that she may no longer be innocent. You would think as this is advertised as a “romance” that the FMC would be jealous, hurt or at least question his feelings for the OW at any point in this bloody awful story – but no. Even though FMC works to plant them in front of media as a loving couple, she is also aware that the OW has feelings for him and knows that MMC is fond & protective of the OW (not to mention he had sex with her so is very attracted to her), yet she never questions this when she is having sex with him over & over again. So as an FMC, we can definitely say she has no moral compass and is a ho because she doesn’t care. And let me also add that she is constantly horny and always wants to get off. 🙄
Because MMC is always an asshole to her who uses her and then kicks her to the curb, she still always comes back for more shite from him and in one of their back & forths, she goes out on a date with OM who takes her to a BDSM club where he gets naked and she is spanking him. See quote below. Author may have attempted to make this scene funny but it came of as very cringy and gross.
Then at the last quarter of the story after breaking up yet again, FMC is dating a new OM but it’s mostly platonic, while MMC is being seen with a beautiful OW who is supposedly just a friend but his POV & actions speaks otherwise.
Now I should also mention that we also get his thoughts about OW’s mom (aka OW # 1) who was a former Victoria Secret supermodel and MMC had the hots for her when he was in his teens and 20’s. See quotes below.
And last but not least, let me just leave you with the lovely references that was inserted of FMC’s sister constantly needing to poop, or pooping on herself. A grown ass woman who apparently had pooping issues and we needed to know this WHY?......
MMC’s POV of OW # 1:
Okay, maybe I get a kick out of seeing how hard I can make daddy’s little girl blush with a few well-placed innuendos and a sprinkle of that infamous Quinn charm. Just a bit of harmless fun to break the monotony.
Good thing daddy’s little girl takes after her mama. A former Victoria’s Secret angel. I remember drooling over those Sports Illustrated Swimsuit posters as a hormone-crazed teen, thinking I’d marry her someday.
When I finally met her at twenty, I reverted to a slobbering adolescent. She was—is—the epitome of genetic perfection. But here’s her daughter, Willow, looking every bit the angel her mother was.
Willow proudly flaunts her purity ring, “saving” herself for some very lucky bastard down the line.
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“Connor and Willow hooked up!” Abigail squeals. “Lucky freaking Willow. Someone caught it on audio. It’s bleeped out on TV but you can hear everything online, it’s so dirty.” She fans herself.
That sums up me, scrolling the blow-by-blow of Quinn’s steamy tryst with Miss America. Their R-rated convo leaked everywhere. Ninety percent too explicit without bleeps.
I minimize the video to pretend I’m working. But Quinn keeps whispering explicit promises in my ear, along with Willow’s breathy giggles.
I know I should click away, but like rubbernecking a highway wreck, I can’t seem to stop torturing myself. Imagining his hands on her body, giving her all the top-shelf orgasms.
Two excruciating minutes of audio torture drag by. By the end, I’m numb, mouse clutched in a death grip.
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FMC with OM #1
Brad grins, thrilled that I’m on board. “We’ll start nice and easy—maybe some light spanking to warm up. Establish safe words too so we know each other’s limits. We go at your pace, Lexi. As the daddy, you’re in charge. You get to punish me when I’m naughty. And reward me when I’m obedient.” His eyes smolder as he says, “Think you can handle that role for me . . . Daddy?”
“So which one are you right now? Naughty or nice?”
“I’m definitely being very naughty right now, Daddy.”
Then I guess you need to be punished? For misbehaving?” I manage to get out.
Brad grins in satisfaction and begins to remove his pants. Down come his briefs. He’s hard already. A second dick for me to see in the space of a few days. Lucky me. It may not be as impressive as Connor’s, but it’ll do the job just fine.
Brad gets on all fours, shaking with anticipation as if he’s about to present me with the holy grail of asses.
And here I go, diving into this kinky rabbit hole.
I stand and awkwardly grab on to Brad’s ass cheeks, trying to channel my inner spa masseuse before giving him a satisfying slap that echoes throughout the room.
“God, yes!” His moans confirm that my spanking skills are on point.
I feel like I’ve gotten to know a decent amount about Brad despite it being only our second date.
But I definitely didn’t expect to find out the color of his asshole so soon.
OW # 2
I stand in front of the full-length mirror trying to get my bow tie straight, but my eyes keep getting drawn back to her silhouette framed by the city lights.
She’s a vision in that tight black leather dress that clings to every curve, her dark waves falling over her bare shoulders in a way that sends a sharp pang right through me.
She catches me staring in the reflection. She turns and gives me this hesitant, knowing smile. “Everything okay?” she asks softly.
I jerk my gaze away, fumbling with the tie again, trying to get my head on straight. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just gonna be a long night of small talk.”
I watch her move from the window, those deep blue eyes looking concerned. She stops right by me. “I don’t mind coming with you to the staff party, for support,” she offers.
I turn to her, letting out a rough chuckle. “Thanks, but between all the meet-and-greets, I won’t get two seconds with you. It’ll be me doing the rounds for hours with the staff. You’d be bored out of your mind.”
She steps closer and reaches up to straighten my bow tie. “You sure you’re all right? You seem distracted,” she murmurs, searching my face.
I clear my throat. “Just beat.”
“Oh Connor.” She smiles sadly at me as she finishes my bowtie. “I can see your loneliness, even when you try so hard to bury it behind that charming grin. I know you well. It’s okay to need people sometimes.”
Before I can object, her lips are on mine, soft but insistent. Her hands slide around my neck, pulling me closer.
I tense up, totally thrown. I clench my jaw, holding her wrists gently to stop her. “Clarissa, wait.” I let out a harsh breath. “Damn. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea, but I don’t feel that way about you.”
Her eyebrows shoot up, all surprise and confusion. “Oh god, did I misread everything?” She laughs, but it’s strained, and she’s blushing from embarrassment. “This is mortifying.”
I tilt her chin up firmly, forcing eye contact. “Hey. Don’t go there. You’re fucking incredible, Clarissa. Brilliant, gorgeous, the whole package. You gotta know how much I value our friendship. But I’m not in the market for romance. Not at all right now.”
She studies my face, searching. “Not interested in general? Or just not with me?”
I give her an apologetic smile, feeling like a jerk. “General disinterest in romance these days.”
“Connor, I’ve felt your eyes on me all night.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s that dress.” I swallow hard. “You remind me of someone.” I step back, releasing a heavy sigh.
So he hangs out with OW #2 for months because they are supposed to be colleagues or something as she is helping him with his health issue, has affection for her and from his POV above, some attraction. But if she is “just” a friend/colleague, why/how does she know him so well that she can read his mind and why is she there helping him dress? One assumes in the scene she is in his apartment - not office and he told FMC that he never brings women home with him. Only family.
I would also like to point out to writer if she is reading this, having your MMC in a relationship with OW for majority of the story and having him be more caring, respectful, protective and everything else with the other two OW and making him treat your leading FMC as garbage, does not a "Romance" make. A better option would have been (as is the standard) to have the main MCs be the ones in the fake relationship - not the other way around! Adding sex scenes with OP, giving voice how attracted & caring he was for the two OW while he treats FMC like trash, again does not a fictional romance make. Lol.
LOL. People have to come up with better shite then this…..