Mission Impossible: Break The Playboy's Heart

"You're far from my liking, Caryssa. You're ugly, a snob, and your body isn't even a half of Victoria's Secret models! Where's the fun in that?!"

It was a good thing that I fought the urge to punch this jerk's face or else my plans are gonna be thrown out the window and I'd be kissing bye-bye to my chances of getting my revenge at this playboy.

Time for plan B. "O-Okay... I'm sorry if I bothered you." I said, pretending to be hurt.

I was about to walk away when he grabbed my arm and made me face him. "Okay. I would go out with you. But remember this..."

I shot him the fake-sweetest smile I had. Just say it already! I want to get out of this hell hole soon! I want to be away from this jerk! "Remember what?" I asked.

"I am gonna be your last boyfriend since you're not a guy's type and only I have the rights to end this. Got that?"