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His Stripper Chapter 71
Ollie had been practically glued to her side. He hadn’t been apart from her for more than a minute. And that was a stretch. He followed her around the house like a lost puppy. Whenever she took a step, he was around by her side. “What did you want? What do I need to do? Where are you going?” He would say with so much love and care. She wasn’t complaining at all about his clinginess. As a matter of factly, she loved so much. She missed him so much. Now that he was finally with her, she was never going to let go ever again. Being with him felt like she could finally breathe. She was genuinely happy. She couldn’t explain the level of joy his presence alone brought to her. They’d been indoors for four days without a pint of curiosity for the outside world. It could be burning down and they wouldn’t even care. As long as they were with each other. During those periods, they’d caught up with each other’s life. They’d shared their deepest insecurities. They’d made love so many times. Th
His Stripper Epilogue
Two years later. She did it. Finally, she was a certified interior designer. Today was another great milestone for her. With the help of the twins, her friend, Lola who couldn’t be here because she was several countries away And most especially her man. Who’d been with her through thick and thin. Whose loyalty never waver. Whose patience never ran thin. Whose love multiplied daily. Even when she moved across the country, to California, he’d followed her, he’d took charge, he’d been there for her. He’d stayed with her. He’d and made her take the backseat which she was very much pleased. He’d made her the happiest woman on earth. Her heart swelled with the ceremonial gown on her. “Oh my fu—“ Aiden’s exclamation was abruptly cut off when his eyes locked with hers. “Oh my.” He muttered under his breath. He’d become grumpier as he grew older. “What happened?” Amy’s puzzled gaze scanned the surroundings, searching for the cause of Aiden’s displeasure. A gasp escaped her lips, and sh
His Stripper Chapter 1
With her head cradled in one hand, she teetered down the hallway, her legs dancing a tipsy tango beneath her weight, aiming for the bathroom. Her heart raced with a rapid rhythm, echoing in her ears like a blaring fire alarm. The ground seemed to sway beneath her feet, rising and falling with each step she took. This was what she got for agreeing to gulp down mixes of alcohol for a penny tip. Leaning from wall to wall, she prayed that she didn’t throw up before reaching the bathroom. The presence of the soft classical music playing in the hallway intensified the nauseating sensation rising within her. It was amusing. Even after seven shots, she hadn’t passed out. And she could still make sense of her surroundings. In a state of disarray, she stumbled into the bathroom and sought support by leaning against the closest door, trying to catch her breath. A distaste filled her mouth at her reflection. She loathed the cloth she wore. But she didn’t have much of a choice in it.
His Stripper Chapter 2
Momentarily, she stood frozen in front of the horrifying scene. The previously amethyst-tiled floor was now marred with spilled drinks, and expensive wine bottles lay shattered around her. On the floor, lay a stripper with a bruised face while a man in a leopard print suit hovered over her. The man forcefully tugged at the stripper’s hair and yanked her up with it. He landed a smack on her cheek and June gasped in trepidation. For some minutes, She was immobilized, unable to take any action, as she watched the assault in shock and horror. As the stripper began to bleed through her nose, June’s instincts kicked in, and without hesitation, she stomped across the hallway and lunged at the man, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck in an attempt to intervene. Not that she could take the man. He was hefty and way stronger. But she couldn’t bear the assault. The struggle between her and the man went on for some seconds, and for a moment, it seemed as if she might have the u
His Stripper Chapter 3
Ollie had a low sex drive. At least that was what he believed before he met June. Need to say he just had a massive self-control that did not work when it came to June. The girl who had him visualizing a hundred and nine unholy ways he wanted to fuck her. He couldn’t stop thinking about how well she would take his cock. How sweet his name would be on her lips as he thrust into her. She was the epitome of his dark fantasies. An obsession from the day he laid his eyes on her. He cursed and blessed his friend, Logan for coercing him to come to the strip club with him that night. The night had changed the trajectory of his life It was the night he met Venus herself. Suddenly he wasn’t a workaholic anymore but a junekaholic. A fact he wasn’t so pleased with. It was about proving Logan wrong that he could have fun when he wanted to. But he’d ended up proving himself wrong. Because him having a low sex drive was nothing but a lie. The thought he’d had about sex for the past few
His Stripper Chapter 4
Everything made sense. The reason she was acting strange and had been so docile and submissive to him. It was because she was hurt. Someone dared lay a hand on her. A flicker of anger simmered in him. “Come over.” He said. Defiance played in her eyes. But she sighed as if too tired to go against him. She slumbered towards him, swinging her hips side by side. Creeping into the shadow, she halted in front of him “Closer,” He said. As she stepped closer, her scent waffled around him and he sucked in a breath, taking in as much as he could as if his life depended on it. He raised his head and met her gaze. Her brown eyes never ceased to give her away. “What is wrong?” slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. She blinked once then twice, surprise morphing into her face. Her cold expression cracked and softened for a moment. His head tilted, unsure as to why a simple question from him elicited such a reaction from her. “Are you okay?” he asked. His voice voided
His Stripper Chapter 5
Crazy. That was the only word to describe Ollie. Even as he sat in his boardroom full of his directors the only thing that he could think of was June. What had she done to him? The kiss. He hadn’t for a second forgotten the lust-trenching kiss. That left him breathless and wanting more. It left him aching for more. It kept replaying in his mind. All he had to do yesterday was imagine that soft plump lips of hers on his cock and that was it. He shot out. June had reduced him to a man controlled by his urges. And her constant rejections made it even hotter for him. Where was the fun in it if she didn’t at least pretend to resist him He hadn't met girls that resisted him. June was the first. He knew damn well that he was hot. And he could bring any girl to her kneel. They were ready and willing to take his cock. They rushed him like a beacon. And it was annoying. Until he met June. At first, He’d thought she would be easy. But from time to time she had rejected him. And it made him
His Stripper Chapter 6
The hibiscus pink sun of the evening added luster to the golden miniature stature of his first hotel. Ollie stretched in his seat, rubbing his eyes. His gaze moved through the numerous wall clock in his office. After a long day, he needed to go see June. He put his hands over his face. June? After a long day, he wanted to go to a strip club.His phone dinged with a lot of notifications and heaved startled. Who the fuck was that?He groaned as he stretched his hands over the pile of files on his desk. He swept through the desk until his hands met his phone.Hissing at the first message he laid his eyes on. It was the fuckers he called a friend. Logan: I'm back from my trip. Ollie growled. He couldn’t care less. Ollie: what is this group for? He punched into his phone. Ava: To chatOllie: Why?Max: Old man cannot use a GC. Ollie:?Max: what? It’s the truthLogan: I said I'm back.Max: Okay.Logan: Okay? Gone for two months and that is what I receive?Ollie: This is childish. Max:
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