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Last Updated : 2025-04-05I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I’ll personally send you to hell
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Alexander "Alexander, you’re fucking insane. No, really. How the hell do you even think of these things? It’s like you’re five steps ahead of reality, and then—bam, it actually happens. You’ve got the devil’s mind, I swear." That was Leo’s dramatic outburst before finally getting to the point earlier. I’d heard variations of it so many times before— from my father, from my brother, from just about anyone who had the misfortune of witnessing how my mind worked. "Alexander King, you’re dangerous. A man like you shouldn’t exist." But I never saw it that way. To me, it was just common sense. Observe a situation, assess every possible outcome, and then choose the one that benefits you the most. It wasn’t difficult. People were predictable—especially men who thought they were smarter than they actually were. And from the moment I saw that fool sitting across from me in the office earlier, I knew. There were countless ways this could work in my favor. So many ways Logan White c
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Chloe “Six minutes.” I muttered to myself. The time was driving me insane. I had never wanted time to slow down so badly in my life. How was I supposed to do this? I wasn’t seductive. I wasn’t the type of woman who made men lose control. I was a housewife, a woman who had spent years being ignored, dismissed. The last time I had tried to seduce Logan, he had laughed, insulted me, and then fucked Amelia in the next room just to make sure I heard it. That night had destroyed any illusion I had about myself. If I couldn’t seduce a man like Logan, what made me think I could seduce him? A deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Are you just going to stand there?” he mused, lounging back in his chair like a king waiting to be entertained. “Is it so hard for you to seduce me?” I looked up, meeting his gaze. He was already watching me. He knew I was struggling. And he was enjoying every second of it. Was this some kind of revenge for last time? For how I had thrown myself at him i
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Chloe I opened my eyes slowly, blinking at the ceiling above me. Bright light streamed through the curtains. I sighed. I fell asleep again? Really, Chloe? I squeezed the white blanket tighter around me, feeling the warmth still lingering in the sheets. My face flushed as I remembered what we did a while ago. My hand drifted up to cover my face as heat crawled up my neck. “Stop it, Chloe,” I whispered. “Just… stop thinking about it.” But it was hard. Because what kind of woman was I? Did I really call myself that? Even when my family humiliated me, even when Logan’s mother and sister insulted me, none of them ever dared call me that. I called myself a whore for him. And somehow, a part of me found that… arousing. A shaky breath escaped me as I tried to sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. The moment my foot hit the floor, a sharp ache jolted through me, radiating from between my thighs down to my knees. I whimpered, falling back into the bed with a soft thud. Wha
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Alexander I stepped out of the bedroom, towel in hand, dragging it lazily through my damp hair. I was shirtless, sweatpants slung low on my hips, the hem of my boxers peeking out. The door clicked shut behind me, and the two voices that had been echoing through the hallway fell silent. Joshua and Leo stood stiff as statues, eyes pinned to me like I’d grown a second head. I didn’t need to hear their thoughts, their faces said it all. Shock, curiosity, judgment. Pretty much the usual. I headed toward the kitchen, but Joshua stepped in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" “Considering this is my house, shouldn’t I be the one asking why you’re still in it?” Joshua narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice, and tilted his head toward the closed bedroom door. "Don't play dumb. I know your games, Alex. And they don’t work on me. Leo told me everything. Are you seriously going to pretend to be a stripper?” I glanced at Leo, who was scratching the back of his head like a kid cau
