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I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I’ll report you to your father
ChloeMy mouth was dry as I stared at the message, the blue ticks taunting me. He had seen it. Alexander had seen it.Shit. What was I even thinking?“What are you doing?” my mother-in-law’s voice came out of nowhere.I jumped, nearly throwing the phone across the bed in panic. But I was fast enough, I slipped it under my pillow before she could get a good look.I turned to her with a smile. “Nothing. Just getting ready for brunch.”She stepped fully into the room, already scanning everything with that critical hawk-like gaze. Didn’t any of them know how to knock? Was that too advanced for the royal White bloodline? Or maybe they thought they owned this room too, just like they owned everything else in my life.“How long does it take one person to get dressed?” she snapped. “Move out of the way,”I barely had time to step aside before she pushed past me like I was a piece of furniture, heading straight for my closet. Her eyes scanned the contents with a frown that already said she was
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Accidental text with my lover
Chloe Of course, I didn’t tell Stella everything that happened. I only told her the part that wouldn’t make her set Logan on fire. I said Logan had caught me well, touching myself and then he’d walked out. That alone had sent her into a fit of laughter. If I’d told her the whole truth, that Logan had come back into the room, said all those things, and then forced himself on me like it was his right, Stella wouldn’t just be laughing. She’d be sharpening a knife. Screw that, she’d be loading a gun. And honestly, I wasn’t ready for murder to stain either of our hands. If Logan ended up dead, I couldn’t even imagine what my father would do to my mother. That man saw me as property, nothing more. And if anything happened to his money-soaked son-in-law, he’d come for the one thing I held most precious. Besides, Logan wasn’t wrong, was he? We were legally married. He had every right to sleep with me. Right? Saying it didn’t make it feel any less disgusting. It didn’t make me feel any
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I hate this
Tw: Sexual Coercion Chloe "So yeah… that’s what happened," I said, running a hand through my hair. On the other end of the line, Stella burst out laughing, the kind of laughter that made it obvious she was probably on the floor, holding her stomach. I rolled my eyes and walked to my wardrobe, pulling out a yellow sundress. It was simple and modest, the kind of dress that made me look innocent. The kind of dress that gave the illusion I had my life together. “It’s enough, Stella. It’s really not that funny.” I heard her breathing hard from laughing too much. “Woah, are you sure you’re the same Chloe I know? The Chloe I know would rather die than even say the word masturbate, let alone try to pleasure herself.” "Okay, okay!" I dropped the dress on the bed and sat at the edge, crossing my legs. “Well, I’m still human, Stella. And humans tend to… satisfy themselves. You can’t blame me.” “Wait, let me put it on video call,” Stella said quickly, and before I could protest, the cal
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Logan never stayed bored for long
Chloe I choked on my water. The cough had everyone’s attention snapping toward me, while Logan’s words still echoed in my head. Did he just say… Alexander? “Are you okay?” Logan asked, already rising from his chair. We all turned to Logan, surprised about his suddenly strange behaviour. I coughed, covering my mouth with my hand as the maid quickly stepped forward and patted my back. "Are you okay, ma’am?" she asked again, handing me a handkerchief. I took it, murmuring a quick, “Thank you,” and tried to breathe through the embarrassment burning its way up my throat. What was wrong with me? Why had I reacted so dramatically just from hearing his name? My Alexander isn’t the only Alexander in the world… Wait. My Alexander? What was that? My Alexander? When had he become my Alexander? I felt my cheeks flush immediately. Even my ears were hot. “I’m fine,” I said quickly, forcing a small smile. “Sorry. Swallowed the wrong way.” Layla rolled her eyes. "Be careful next time. You
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Alexander King is gay
Chloe "Please, can you reduce the vegetables on one plate? She doesn’t really like them," I said gently, glancing at the neatly plated dishes lined on the counter. The maid blinked, then looked down at the plate in question. “Ah, I’m so sorry, ma’am. I forgot again.” I smiled softly. “It’s okay. It’s hard to remember everyone’s preferences.” She let out a sigh, her shoulders sagging. “It really is. Sometimes I wonder how you remember everything. They all have different tastes, and the madams are so picky. Any single thing becomes an issue. If you weren’t helping me, I wouldn’t even be able to cook and—” She abruptly slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I should watch my mouth.” I shook my head. “It’s alright. Just be careful next time.” She nodded quickly, then gave me a sheepish smile. “You’re really an angel, ma’am. I understand why Alfred likes you. You’re so kind to people.” Kind. Kind to people? I almost laughed. People loved using “kind” when they really
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I’ll never let her go
Alexander The man droned on across the conference table, his voice echoing through the wall. “We have already allocated tasks for the initial phase of the new mall, sir. Once the final land acquisition clears, construction should be able to begin immediately…” I tapped my fingers lightly on the desk, pretending to listen, my gaze fixed on the large screen in front of me but my mind was nowhere near this boardroom. It was filled, and consumed, by her. Please… pleasure me, make me cum. Please… let me take care of it. Hngh… Alexander!! A-Alexander, they’re outside. Your friends are literally right outside, we can’t—Nnhg! Every inch of her body, the perky breasts, the slim waist, the softness of her thighs pressing against me, the perfect way her lips moaned my name as she came under me. I could still feel her body wrapped around mine, the way she clung to me like she was surprised by the way she reacted to my touch. Those damn blue eyes clouded with lust. Her flushed cheeks. Th
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Don’t tempt me
Chloe I saw my life flash before my eyes. No, really, I actually saw it. My heart skipped a beat. My ears rang so loud it felt like a bomb had gone off next to me. Every part of my body froze on the spot, too terrified to even breathe. The door swung open, and for a horrifying second, I thought it was all over. But Layla didn’t turn toward us. Instead, she stood with her back facing the room, yelling into the hallway, “Oh, I forgot, Mom, can I have that dress you wore last week? The white one—” She kept rambling about God-knows-what, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I jerked away from Tristan, who was still lying there with a unreadable expression on his face, as if kissing me in the middle of a crisis was normal. I didn’t have time to process that. I could scream at him later, but right now. I was in survival mode. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed his arm, yanked him up like he weighed nothing, and shoved him toward my wardrobe. He raised an eyebrow at me but didn’t resist as I
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I didn’t have any panties on
Chloe I stared at the man in front of me and shook my head slowly. How did it even come to this? What the hell is going on? Tristan stood there, arms casually crossed, that same annoying smirk playing on his lips. He tilted his head at me and said, "Are you not going to climb, Miss Perfect?" I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. I didn’t have a choice, did I? I had to climb him if I wanted to get into my window without anyone noticing. I sighed heavily, trying to convince myself it would be fine. Except, it wasn’t. It wasn’t fine at all. Because there was one tiny—no, not tiny, massive problem. I didn’t have any panties on. Yes, you heard right. I was naked underneath this dress because Alexander's brother threw my underwear away. If I climbed him, he would definitely notice. It would be impossible for him not to. Tristan raised an eyebrow at me, clearly growing suspicious. His eyes scanned my face, like he was trying to read my thoughts. I shuffled awkwardly on the sp
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper God help me.
Chloe I looked at Stella, my heart thundering so hard it felt like it could punch its way out of my chest. I didn’t even need to say it, she could already read it on my face. I was screwed. “What should I do, Stella?” I whispered. “They’re—” Before I could finish, Stella shoved me straight into another body. I stumbled, nearly tripping, but an arm caught me around the waist. I froze against the hard plane of Tristan’s chest, his grip firm around my waist. His scent hit me like déjà vu, clean and infuriatingly comforting, a smell that always seemed to calm me down. I stared at Stella, eyes wide. “What the hell?” “There’s no time,” she said, already backing away. “What…Stella, no, you can—” “My car is wrecked,” she snapped, already waving me off like she was swatting a fly. “And I can’t leave it here. Plus, you don’t know this, but Tristan’s a crazy-ass driver.” I turned to look up at him, conflicted. Could I really ask him for this? Could I really be that shameless? I opened
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