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Your dick is pressing into me

Author: EliJa
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-14 01:21:38
Alexander

“How much for the night, handsome?”

I’d heard plenty of absurd things in my life. After all, people had a knack for saying stupid things without thinking, as if words just spilled out of their mouths before their brains caught up.

But those things had never once gotten a reaction out of me. I was far too busy, too indifferent to care about people that didn't matter. And they never crossed the line—they never dared to. They cherished their lives.

But never—never in my damn life had someone said those words to me before.

Never have I had those degrading words thrown at my face without a second thought. Never had a woman looked at me like I was a piece of meat, as if she wanted nothing more than to have her way with me.

The audacity. The sheer audacity. Does this woman have a death wish?

The corner of my mouth twitched in annoyance.

She looked up at me and smiled—a bold, infuriating smile that made my jaw tighten. She didn't even seem to care about the way my ey
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  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    I just gave him a little warning

    Chloe My woman. My woman. My woman. The words kept echoing in my head like a broken record on repeat, vibrating through my skull and flushing every inch of my skin with heat. His woman? He sounded so possessive and protective, not like the kind of obsession Logan used to make me feel. This was different. It felt real, like he actually cared, not just wanted to own me. My face burned. My heart thumped so hard I could feel it pounding in my ears. Was that what I was now? I didn’t even have time to process it because the man on the ground wheezed and stumbled back, clutching his stomach. “T-This is assault!” he croaked, fear coating every word. “He assaulted me!” His eyes flicked around the crowd wildly, landing on every bystander. “This man hit me!” he screamed. “You all saw it! Call the police!” My eyes snapped to Alexander. Police? No. No, no, no. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn't let that happen. I stepped forward without thinking, placing myself in front of Ale

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    You touched what’s mine

    Chloe I heard them before I even realized they were talking about us. “Oh my god, look at them!” “Are they celebrities? They have to be.” “They’re giving off main character energy.” “Right? That man, he’s so hot and tall. God, I want a man like that.” “She’s lucky.” “No, he’s lucky. Look at her, she's absolutely stunning.” I blinked, glancing around to see who they were whispering about. I didn’t see anyone else close enough. A hand gently pressed on my shoulder, pulling me closer just before a man nearly bumped into me. “Sorry!” the man muttered, walking off. Someone nearby gasped. “Omg. Look at him protecting his woman. His whole attention is on her.” My eyes widened. Wait. Us? They were talking about us? I glanced up at Alexander, whose hand was still on my shoulder. He didn’t seem bothered, or maybe just used to it. But I noticed a flicker of something in his expression. Annoyance? Even in a crowd this large, he stood out. Everything about him was unmissable. Tha

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper     What the hell could Alexander King want?

    Logan I stared at the phone in my hand. The screen glowed with the same thing I’d been seeing all day. There was no reply. I clenched the device so hard my knuckles turned white. My thumb flicked down the screen again, rows of unanswered calls, read messages with no replies. I called once more. It went straight to voicemail. Switched off? She turned off her phone! The groan that left me was low, but it still echoed across the dining room. "Is your wife not picking up?" A deep voice asked. I looked up slowly. My father sat across from me at the head of the long mahogany table, his eyes cold and unreadable beneath his silver-streaked hair. The clink of his knife hitting the edge of his plate was the only sound he made as he cut his steak. “No. She hasn’t returned my calls. I'm sorry. She went to her father’s house, and I assumed she’d be back by now. She should have been here to welcome you.” He paused, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. “It’s fine, your wife also ha

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    Amusement park

    Chloe I splashed cold water on my face. It hit like a slap, just what I needed to pull myself out of whatever dream I’d been sinking into. I looked up at the mirror. My reflection stared back, clear, flushed, and strange. Who is this woman? I didn’t look like her anymore. She was not the Chloe I used to be, the one who kept her head down and her voice small. The one who did everything right and still got stepped on. I sighed. The date with Alexander had gone so well, better than I ever expected. We talked, laughed, and shared little things. I learned more about him, things I hadn’t known I wanted to know. After dinner, we were headed to the car when I excused myself to use the restroom. "You’d still look beautiful." His words echoed in my head, playing on repeat. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to clear my head. What the hell am I doing? Like him? Was that what I was thinking? That I… liked Alexander? God. That wasn’t just insane, it was dangerous. I wasn’t just so

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    Is it because I like him?

    Chloe My heart started beating faster. I stared at him, the man in front of me was dressed in chef whites, with soft brown eyes, blonde hair, and that same easygoing smile I remembered. Roman? Yes. It was definitely him. He recognized me too, I could see it in the slight lift of his brow, a flicker of recognition before his expression turned professional. “Have you decided, ma’am?” he asked, voice pleasant, as if we were complete strangers. I blinked at him, caught off guard. Why was he pretending? He had to know who I was. Everyone knew who Logan’s mother was, and if she’d hired him for her brunch, he would’ve known exactly who I was married to. So why was he acting like he didn’t? “Ma’am?” Roman said again, still smiling. Before I could respond, Alexander’s voice cut in, his voice low. “Chloe?” I looked up at him, startled. His green eyes met mine. His expression was unreadable, but the faint crease between his brows told me enough. He was watching me carefully now. “

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    Should I choose for both of us?

    Chloe The moment the car door opened, I sighed loudly. This had to be the longest, most stressful car ride of my entire life. Never, had I tried this hard to control myself over something. And it was all because of this man beside me. Who, for the past thirty minutes, had been casually brushing his fingers along my thighs. Skimming the fabric. Letting his knuckles graze my skin as if it was an accident. But I knew it wasn’t. Not with the way that insufferable smirk kept dancing across his lips as he stared out the window like he was innocent. My whole body was on fire, and I had to physically stop myself from grabbing Alexander by the collar and into the backseat to make him stop teasing and actually do something. But I didn’t, because I had just enough pride and I felt bad for the poor driver. So when the door finally opened and I could breathe real air again, I felt like I’d just survived a war. Alexander stepped out first. And the moment his shoes hit the ground, the men stat

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