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He is obsessive

Author: EliJa
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-02 00:00:37

Chloe

Eight years ago

I yawned. I had just stepped out of the library. My eyes stung from all the reading. I’d spent most of the day reading between book pages. My only thought was collapsing into the comfort of my pillow and sleeping.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and instantly felt my stomach drop at the name flashing across the screen.

Psychopath: Come home tomorrow. I have something to show my lovely sister. I promise I’ll make it last longer this time.

I stared at it for a long time. My hand trembled slightly around the phone.

Last longer.

What he meant wasn’t what anyone would normally think. It was so much worse.

There was a reason I’d saved his number that way. Richard wasn’t just cruel, he was twisted. He used to torture animals, those little, harmless creatures, and he’d make me watch. He’d time it, test new ways to kill them. Like it was both a game and a challenge for him.

And Father… Father never stopped him. Sometimes, he even provided the "subj
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  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    I was heading back into the tiger’s den.

    Chloe My phone buzzed softly in my purse. [I'm outside.] It was from Stella. I stared at the message for a moment before slipping the phone back in and closing the flap. I took one last look around the room to make sure I hadn’t left anything behind, not that I brought much. Just my purse, and myself. And somehow, it still felt like I was leaving something behind. Maybe that was the problem. I exhaled, steadying my nerves, then stepped out of the room. Alexander was still talking on the phone, standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, voice low. The moment he saw me, his hand lifted, and he ended the call. He was always doing that. Ending calls for me, as if everything else in the world could wait. "My friend is outside," I said quietly, pausing a few feet away. He nodded. “Is that so?” I hesitated. There was something about his gaze that always left me a little breathless. I stepped forward. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rose on my toes and pulled him into a hug

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    If you stay, you’ll touch

    Chloe Did I say something wrong? I paced slowly by the door, biting my bottom lip. Maybe I was too much. Maybe I should’ve watched the way I spoke. I got too excited and comfortable. Chloe, what were you thinking? Ever since he walked into the bathroom, I hadn’t been able to sit still. I finished my breakfast too fast, cleaned the dishes even faster, and now I was just waiting anxiously. I closed my eyes and whispered to myself, Get it together. He’s just a man. Don’t let him affect you like this. The room door creaked open. I flinched, ready to turn around and head back to my seat, but he caught my hand. "Chloe?" he said. I froze, then slowly turned to face him. He stepped out, looking as effortlessly gorgeous as ever. His shirt had changed, and his hair was damp, a towel lazily ruffling it. Some strands stuck to his forehead. Ah, still looking handsome. He blinked when he saw me standing frozen by the hallway. “Why are you standing there? Is something wrong?” He asked.

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    Was I just overthinking it?

    Alexander “Me or the food?” Chloe froze at the doorway. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks already tinged with red, that action I was starting to find addicting. She tried to gather herself, but her voice still cracked as she answered. “W-What kind of question is that?” I chuckled low, stirring the pan one last time and flipping the eggs. “A fair one,” I said. “You were staring for a long time. I was starting to get curious what exactly you were looking at so lustfully.” “I—I wasn’t staring!” she blurted, stepping fully into the kitchen, arms flailing slightly in defense. “I was just observing,” she mumbled. I turned. “Oh? My mistake then. Should I pose next time you want to observe me? Or would that be too distracting for you?” Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Her blush deepened. And right then, I knew I had won that little exchange. Teasing wasn’t something I did often. I didn’t find the world entertaining enough to joke with. But with her, every little reaction

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    What are you hungry for, Chloe?

    Chloe The morning sun touched my face, its warmth nudging me out of sleep. I groaned softly and stirred, stretching lazily, but instantly winced as a sharp ache shot through my body. “Ow…” I hissed and froze, eyes flying open. Everything ached. My legs, my thighs, my hips, even muscles I didn’t know existed. It felt like I’d run a marathon for five hours without stopping. Right. Last night. I closed my eyes again and sighed. That’s what I get for having sex with a man who’s really good at it. Heat rushed to my face, chasing away the last traces of sleep. I covered my face with both hands, but it was useless. The memories kept looping in my head like a movie stuck on repeat. Dinner beneath the stars. The amusement park. The teddy bear. His voice when he called me my woman. Our conversation. And then, after…. My heart skipped. We made love. And this time, it was different. This time, it wasn’t about trying to forget someone. It wasn’t about anger, or feeling lost. Last night,

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    Look at me, princess

    Chloe Alexander’s pants dropped to the floor, followed by his boxers. I froze. Every time I saw him like this, I somehow forgot just how big he was. And every single time, he reminded me. My eyes trailed down at his hard length. And my breath hitched. God, he looked like he had stepped straight out of the kind of books I used to secretly read in the middle of the night, those ones with the brooding, possessive lovers who ruined women for anyone else. Back then, I thought those authors were exaggerating when they described how big their main leads were. But maybe they weren’t after all. Because Alexander was huge. And right now, his arousal was pressing against my inner thigh like it couldn't wait to be inside me. He moved closer, bending over me, his body casting a shadow over mine. He held my chin between his fingers, and leaned in until our faces were just inches apart. “You can still change your mind, Chloe.” His voice was rough when he spoke. “If it’s too much, you can rest

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    Let’s see how you take my cock

    Chloe It was warm, the kind of warmth that made you feel safe, like nothing in the world could hurt you. A feeling I hadn’t known in years. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft light. I wasn’t at home. The air smelled faintly of cedar. My gaze lifted to see Alexander. He was leaning over me, his expression unreadable as he gently pulled the blanket higher over my shoulder. I reached for his hand without thinking, my fingers curling around his. His green eyes flicked down to where our fingers met, then up to mine. His brow rose, just a little. “Did I wake you? You should go back to slee—” “Stay,” I whispered, tugging him down. He paused, caught off guard, our faces now only inches apart. He stared down at me. My own chest rose and fell in short, shallow breaths. The air between us felt charged. “You’re tired,” he said, voice low, and strained. I shook my head slowly. “I’m not tired. I want you.” His jaw flexed, and I watched as he clenched his fist at his side l

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