My best friend said this guy was a playboy! Tsk, broad shoulders, slim waist, handsome face, worth billions. He certainly had the makings of a playboy.
My readers said, "Author, why don't you find a man and experience the sweetness of being in love? The male lead in your novel has less screen time than Villain No. N!"
All right, then. Where does one go to get a boyfriend? Preferably a disposable stand-in I can walk away from once I've had the experience.
So she found a playboy. He was handsome and sweet-talking, and could give her a taste of sweet romance.
Later, she realized she'd gotten it wrong. He wasn't the playboy. She was the heartless one!
"I'm sorry, darling. I've suddenly stopped liking you. Let's break up!"
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She got what she wanted and ran? Did she think he was easy to take advantage of?
Theme: If you love someone, say it out loud!
Save, no one likes ugly men, right?