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Married to a Stripper

Married to a Stripper

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last updateLast Updated : 2025-01-31
By:  Avery VailOngoing
Language: English
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Contemporary

CEO

Contract Marriage

Love after Marriage

First-Person POV

Possessive

Hate to Love

Amber Cole is a 31-year-old stripper. With her prime years in the industry slipping away, she’s aware that soon her looks will no longer be enough to make the money she needs to survive. Struggling with her self-worth and looking for a way out, Amber’s world is about to be upended when she meets Ryan Carter, a cold, successful businessman from Chicago. Ryan, reeling from his fiancée's betrayal, is forced into a bizarre deal by a clause in his late grandfather’s will: he must marry and stay married for one year. When his best friend, Tom, suggests he hire a stripper to pretend to be his fiancée, Ryan reluctantly agrees. He picks Amber, offering her $500,000 for her time. Unaware of the deep complexities of her own emotions, Amber agrees, seeing the money as her ticket to a fresh start. Despite their differences — Ryan's polished world of wealth and Amber's gritty, down-to-earth life — they are drawn into a tense, fiery dynamic that forces both to confront their prejudices and assumptions. Amber start their arrangement, initially unaware of the emotional journey she’s about to embark on. As she undergoes a transformation, both physically and emotionally, Ryan begins to question his initial perception of her, discovering that beneath her tough exterior, Amber is more than just a stripper. As the months pass, their relationship evolves from contractual obligation to something far more complicated. Sparks fly, but so do their insecurities. Amber finds herself falling for Ryan, but can she ever be the woman he needs her to be? And can Ryan truly let go of his past and embrace the real, messy woman Amber has become?

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44 Chapters
Chapter 1 - Ryan
The will felt like a leash. Cold paper. Warm throat. Thirty days. That was all it gave me. Fifteen fucking years of control, of bleeding discipline, of becoming the weapon he forged, and he still found a way to tighten the chain from the grave. I shoved the pages across the desk. Wood rasped like bone. The words didn’t move. That’s the thing about ink… it doesn’t flinch. You do. The office still reeked of him. Leather. Smoke. The quiet pressed in, sharpened into punishment. He’d chosen every piece of furniture to correct posture and remind you who owned the room. Even now, with him rotting, the ghost stayed. Sometimes I still looked toward the door, half-expecting him to walk in, voice cold, eyes sharper than glass. Ridiculous. He was gone, but somehow he’d stayed everywhere. Ledgers sagged against shelves. Exhausted soldiers. The Montblanc sat in its glass coffin. Every detail curated to remind me I wasn’t free. I leaned back in the leather chair. My body filled it too easily,
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Chapter 2 - Ryan
Hours later I was in the service corridor of the club. Bleach and whiskey lived in the concrete walls. The bass pressed through the wall like a heartbeat pretending to be a god. Lights strobed under the door and cut out. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t here for the stage. Silas blended into shadow at the turn. Jacket closed. Hands still. Nothing wasted. “Two minutes,” he said. “Between songs.” “Alone?” “Alone.” Good. I stood with my back to a steel door that had never been cleaned properly. Cold bled through my shirt. A wet mop leaned in the corner like a tired weapon. The corridor ran thirty feet and ended in a fire door with a crash bar. A red EXIT sign hummed, sick and steady. Heater vents breathed stale air. The whole place felt built to hide things. I liked that. Places that didn’t ask questions. Places that kept secrets even when you didn’t. A latch released. Laughter spilled and died. Fabric whispered. Heels hit concrete, sharp, confident, not hurrying for anyone. The air shi
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Chapter 3 - Ryan
She angled her head, cool as a surgeon. “So what do you want, Carter?” “A role.” Her brows rose. “A role.” “One year. Appearances. Events. Cameras.” My voice didn’t change. It never needed to. “You’ll be my wife on paper and in public. We don’t have to like each other. We do have to look like we do.” She stilled. Not fear. Calculation. The robe shifted with her breath, then went still. “That’s a hell of a pitch to make in a hallway that smells like bleach.” “It’s not a pitch.” “You don’t know me.” “I know enough.” “Enlighten me.” I stepped closer. Slow. Measured. Close enough for her to choose whether to hold or yield. She held. Good. I preferred the ones who made me earn it. “You don’t have a pimp waiting outside,” I said. “No boyfriend skimming your tips. No powder ring on your keys. No OnlyFans link feeding the same men pretending to hate you.” I held her eyes and listed it like inventory. “Your file is clean where I need it to be. You’re the cleanest kind of dirty. Which
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Chapter 4 - Amber
The mirror over my station had a crack like a fault line. It split my face in two: left side hard and mean enough to survive; right side blurred like it was still deciding. That was the truth of me. Half armor, half fracture. Bright eyes got me hurt. I yanked the corset laces until my ribs complained. Breath went shallow, smile went on. Survival didn’t sparkle. It suffocated in sequins and pretended it liked it. My grandma used to call me bright-eyed back in Nebraska—feeding chickens, dust on my knees, sunburn on my nose. I can still hear her voice sometimes, soft and steady, telling me that bright eyes meant hope. Hope doesn’t pay rent or buy groceries. After she died, Nebraska turned from home into a place I had to run from. And when I ran, I learned fast that the world doesn’t wait for girls who read slow and stumble over words. Men don’t wait. They see weakness and call it opportunity. That’s how I ended up here. The mirror didn’t lie. It just didn’t help. Bright eyes make yo
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Chapter 5 - Amber
Backstage snapped back around me like a trap. Sequins everywhere, mascara tear tracks, someone swearing at a zipper that ate their skin. I tied my robe tighter and pretended my hands weren’t shaking. Megan slid into my orbit like she’d been orbiting there the whole time. “You okay?” “Fine.” I lied. “Who was Suit?” “Another asshole.” “You don’t look like you hate him.” “I don’t have to hate everyone to charge them.” I checked my lash glue like it mattered. Truth: I was replaying his voice in my head, the way it cut clean. A voice like that didn’t ask. It marked. So why offer me? “Amber, you’re up in two,” someone yelled. “Copy,” I called back, and stood too fast. Megan’s fingers found my wrist, squeezed once. “Watch for the creep with the baseball cap front row. He’s a groper. I’ll swing wide to your side if he moves.” “Thanks.” It came out softer than I meant it to. Megan’s warning grounded me more than my own reflection ever could. Maybe that’s why I let her close, because s
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Chapter 6 - Ryan
The contract sat in the dead center of the desk. Square. Sharp-edged. Smug. I leaned back in the leather chair, suit cut clean, black fabric sharp against the pale light of morning. The city stretched behind me, skyline hazed with dawn, lake water dull instead of blazing. Low clouds flattened the horizon. Chicago didn’t roar at eight a.m.—it cleared its throat. A siren far away. An early bus sighing three blocks down. The HVAC hummed through the vents like a controlled heartbeat. The coffee on my desk had gone cold. I hadn’t touched it. Morning wasn’t for haze. It was for precision. “You look like hell,” Tom said, sprawled in the visitor’s chair like it was his living room. Blazer tossed over the arm. Shirt open at the collar. Hair styled in deliberate chaos designed to look like he hadn’t tried. He always tried. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” I asked. Tom smirked. “Not when you’re about to marry a stripper for stock options. This is better than N*****x.” I pressed a pal
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Chapter 7 – Amber/Ryan
The lobby felt colder than the office. Too sharp, too polished. My heels hit the marble floor in steady clicks, each one louder than the last, like the sound itself wanted to betray how badly I wanted to run. Heads lifted. Perfect women in perfect blouses paused mid-typing. Their eyes slid over me without hesitation, sharp, assessing, dismissive. Men in navy suits slowed as they walked past, glances grazing, weighing, cataloguing. They didn’t know who I was. They didn’t need to. Sequins clung to my dress under the leather jacket, red lipstick too heavy for daylight. My hair was pinned back too tight, like armor instead of style. Everything about me screamed not one of us. “Wrong floor,” one whispered, smirk tugging her lips. Another tilted her chin toward me, eyes bright with the thrill of tearing someone down. I didn’t slow. I didn’t blink. Chin high. Always chin high. The elevator doors slid open with a sterile ding. I stepped inside. Alone. Mirrors lined the walls, splitting m
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Chapter 8 – Amber/Ryan
The Velvet steamed with sweat and whiskey. Perfume clung thick to the air, and the floor gripped at my heels with every step. I’d walked this hallway a thousand times, but tonight it felt different — like a mouth waiting to swallow me whole. I tugged my jacket tighter, the cheap red dress beneath catching at my thighs. I didn’t want to be here. Not after signing Carter’s damn contract. Not after handing my name — and my future — to a man who looked at me like paperwork instead of flesh. But pride whispered. Fear screamed louder. Fear he’d come for me. Fear he wouldn’t. In the dressing room, Megan was fixing her lipstick, silver bikini glittering under the harsh lights. “You sure about this?” she asked softly, eyes catching mine in the cracked mirror. I forced a smirk, tugging at my corset laces. “What’s another night?” My hands trembled as I pulled tighter. The ribs pinched, air thinned. Pain anchored me. But suffocating behind armor was easier than choking on fear. The m
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Chapter 9 - Ryan
I waited outside the Velvet, posture relaxed against the Mercedes, fury simmering steady under my skin. The night was cool, air sharp, but none of it touched me. My temper burned hotter, still tasting of the show she’d just given me. The club door shoved open, a blast of smoke, bass, and drunk laughter spilling into the street. Amber stepped out. She looked raw from the stage. Jacket half-zipped, cheap red dress clinging where sweat dampened sequins, lipstick smeared faint across her mouth. Her hair hung loose, messy waves sticking to flushed skin. I could still see the black lace flashing under the fabric when she moved. It wasn’t the crowd that had marked her. It was me. She stopped when her eyes found me. I didn’t move. My voice cut, cold, final. “Get in the car.” Amber’s chin tilted. “I’m going home.” My mouth curved without humor. “No. You’re not.” She crossed her arms, jacket sliding lower down her shoulder, exposing the edge of red lace. It was deliberate or not, I di
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Chapter 10 - Amber
I woke tangled in sheets too soft, too clean. For a suspended second I thought I’d dreamed it all, the Velvet, the contract, Carter’s shadow cutting through my life. But the stillness pressed too heavy. No upstairs neighbor dragging chairs. No TV screaming through cracked walls. No frying pans above. Just muffled stillness, sterile and hollow, swallowing breath before it could rise. I turned my face into the pillow, breathing in cotton that smelled faintly of detergent and money, like the kind of store I’d never dared to step into. No cigarettes, no body spray, no cheap perfume. The absence was almost louder than the noise I’d grown up with. It scraped something raw inside me. My skin prickled against cotton smooth enough to make me uneasy. I’d fallen asleep naked, too drained to climb back into the dress abandoned on the floor. Sequins twisted, smoke and sweat still clinging like fingerprints from the Velvet. For a moment, I thought about leaving it there. Letting it rot on the pr
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