The Fling

Well, you get the Playboy Pact. I was the playmaker. The one with the best moves, the best lines. I was the best at everything—and I mean, everything. There was no woman immune to my charm. To my looks. To my bed-hopping ways. It was supposed to be easy. A quick, fun, mind-blowing night where she screamed out my name in ecstasy. No feelings. No past. No strings attached. But I broke the rules. I broke the pact. I fell for her smile. Her laugh. Our instant connection. Except, I never expected to fall in love. Especially with a single mom...of twins.