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Can I really let him go?
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I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper You manipulative little bitch
Logan “I will never forgive you.” Her words echoed in my head. I drowned the glass of whiskey in one gulp. The music around me was loud and pounding, the bass shaking the leather beneath me. The laughter around me was annoying as hell. Fingers touched my arm, another hand brushed over my thigh. I swatted them away like they were mosquitoes. “Don’t.” “Logan.” one of them purred, trying again. “Don’t touch me.” This time, they got the message. Next to me, Milo chuckled, waving the women off casually. “You girls, give us a moment, yeah? Guy talk.” They rolled their eyes but left. The click of the door shutting behind them. Milo turned to me, cocking a brow. “Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?” I didn’t answer. I just ran a hand through my hair again, tugging it at the roots, the alcohol finally beginning to blur my sight. He leaned forward on the low glass table. “I mean, I get it. You never touch the girls I bring. Fine. But today, you can’t even look at them. You’re sw
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I will never forgive you
Chloe Present time I didn’t know why all those memories suddenly flooded my mind. Maybe it was when he said he knew all along that I was forced. Or maybe it was when he said I chose them over him. I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that his words cut deeper than anything else ever had. Because even now, with the truth out in the open, with the reason behind his hatred finally laid bare, I felt nothing but emptiness. All those years. Every ache, every injustice, every day I spent in hell was all because of a misunderstanding. How was I supposed to accept that? How was I supposed to swallow the truth, that if I had just opened my mouth that day, if I had told him everything about my mother, about how they were holding her hostage over my head, maybe our lives would have turned out better. He wouldn’t have grown up carrying the belief that I stayed with those people because he wasn’t enough for me. All I could think about was what if? What if I had told him everything? Would we
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper You’ve made your choice
Chloe “Let’s break up, Logan.” The room fell silent. Nobody spoke. And who could? The girl who shattered someone’s heart? Or the boy who just watched his world fall apart? Logan blinked at me, stunned. His lips parted, but no sound came out. His entire body looked frozen, as if his brain refused to register what his ears had just heard. “What?” he finally whispered, voice trembling. I looked away, my hands curling into fists at my sides. God, I hated this. I hated every syllable I was about to say, but I forced them out anyway. “I said, let’s break up. I think I was clear, Logan. I want to break up with you.” He staggered back a step, like I had physically hit him. His hands ran through his hair. His eyes searched mine, desperate for an answer. “What?” he repeated again, louder this time. “Chloe, what are you saying? You want to end things? Why? Is it because of something I did? Just tell me what I did and I’ll fix it. You can yell at me, hit me, hate me for a day, a week,
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Let's break up, Logan
Logan I was going crazy, and losing my damn mind. I’d been through a lot of hard things in my life, being left at the orphanage, sleeping hungry, fighting to survive, clawing my way through school, and worse. But none of it compared to this moment right here. Chloe was beneath me, her skin flushed, her lips swollen from my kiss, and her eyes filled with trust as she trembled beneath me. God, how was I supposed to control myself when she looked at me like I was her entire world? No one’s ever looked at me like that before. Not the first girl I’d been with. That had been a quick, awkward thing back at the orphanage. It was with an older girl. We were both just figuring things out. There was no warmth, or love. It happened in a rush and was never spoken of again. I didn’t know what I was missing back then, but now, with Chloe, fuck, it felt like everything. My cock throbbed with the kind of desperation I hadn’t felt before, I wanted to bury myself so deep inside her that she wou
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Was every man this size?
Chloe My whole body shuddered as I came hard. It felt like the air had been ripped out of my lungs, leaving me gasping, and shaking. My chest was rising and falling with each desperate breath, and for a second, I swore I saw stars dancing behind my eyelids. God. What was that? Why the hell were his fingers and tongue so damn skilful? I barely had time to gather myself before I felt his hand tighten slightly on my thigh. Then he gave me one last slow lick, and I twitched from the oversensitivity, a small sound slipping from my lips. He pulled back, and I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. It was dark, and intense. Had he always looked like this? He looked down at his fingers and murmured, “You came a lot, Chloe.” My breath hitched as he licked his finger. My heart skipped a full beat, and I bit my lip hard. Why must he talk like that? Why must he do that? I was still recovering and already burning again. He looked up, and I saw a flicker of amusement cross his face. Cocky
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Can I really let him go?
Chloe My heart was pounding so loudly, it felt like it was echoing inside my skull. Each beat thundered through me, as if my body couldn’t quite believe what I’d just done. I stood there, cheeks flushed, hands trembling slightly at my sides. The white dress was a puddle around my feet. I could feel the cool air brush across my skin, but I didn’t look away. I didn’t want to look away. I was vulnerable. More exposed than I had ever been in my life. And yet, I didn’t regret it. Even if everything was going to end tonight, even if this was the last night I could truly call him mine, I wanted to give him this part of me. Most people would probably call it foolish. Maybe even pathetic. But I couldn’t imagine anyone else being my first, especially if that person was going to be my father's choice. His eyes were wide as he stared at me, clearly caught off guard. His gaze slowly dragged down my body, then back up to my face. He looked like he was forcing himself not to look again. He cl
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