Alexandria POV
Here at the famous Redbox Club, strippers are to put on masks. It's part of the rules in protecting the privacy of the strippers. Strippers make a lot of money here if only you know your onions! Because, only those with VIP membership cards can get access to it. “Now, coming up next on stage is none other than the famous, SexyRed! SexyRed!” A Baritone voice announced my entrance, while loud expressions of excitement broke out. Unlike other strippers who wear clothes over their costumes, I don't and it makes me different. Swaying my hips side to side while walking slowly in a seductive manner to the platform where the pole have been replaced with a stool, I paused on getting to the stool, gently placed a foot on top the stool, then I turned to look at the screaming audience, while I flip my blonde hair to the side as a slow sensual song came on. Moving my hand slowly from my belly to my left breast, while biting my lower lips, I bend down in a sexy position, swinging my ass side to side. I stood back up, put my leg down while bringing the other up immediately, as I let the music take over my body. I placed my hand on my breast and slowly exposed the right breast, the audience went crazy with excitement, while they flipped bands of dollars at me from their sitting positions. Looking at their faces, I spotted my client for the night. I twist my head to the person I’ll be doing a lap dance on. He was wearing a tight black shirt that shows his muscles and some gray sweatpants with sneakers that look expensive. He wasn’t looking to be fly, just comfortable, but then I could tell that he was rich by just looking at his wristwatch. Putting my leg down from the stool, I brought out the other breast, and kept on caressing while walking slowly towards his direction. On getting closer to him, he smiles over to me as his eyes begin to drink my appearance hard. “Show me more….!” He mouthed the words, and I smiled beneath my mask. Slowly, I climbed on to his lap and made sure his dick was directly touching my clits. “Another huge dick spotted!” I said in my mind while I slowly started to grind on him. Oh! How I love fucking huge dicks!. Putting my left breast on his mouth, I lay both my hands on his waist and I feel his skin itch as he sucks on my breast. Those crowds went wild, each wishing they were the lucky one tonight. Leaning slowly closer, I could feel his dick getting large beneath his sweatpants. I could feel him getting close, real close, close enough where he can probably start fucking me right there, right now. “You are fucking sexy, SexyRed!” He deeply whispers in my ear letting his lips lay a soft kiss behind my ear and I smiled again. I removed my hands from his waist, stood up, and moved away from him, caressing my hardened nipples while his hard gaze stayed fixed on me. Doing a slow rhythmic grinding on the stool, I widen my legs apart, feel my moist cunt, and then sway my hips out of the platform while the audience screams my stage name. Heading straight for the private rooms given to each of us just in case one of the VIPs wants you, I smiled waiting to hear a knock on the door. Almost immediately, a soft knock sounded and I grin in satisfaction. “Come in," and he walked in. "You know the rules, right?" I asked him, and he nods his reply. "Good, let's get down to business!" I said, before pushing him gently on the couch. Slowly I danced towards him, got on his laps and started twerking on his dick seductively. His eyes lit up with fire of desire while he grab my ass.The sun dipped low behind the Washington's skyline, painting the sky in warm shades of gold and crimson. Alex stood on the balcony of Chester’s villa, the same place where once, her heart had known nothing but confusion and hurt — and now, calmness. In her arms, their son giggled softly, his tiny fingers reaching for the wind. Chester, fully healed but changed in ways deeper than scars could ever show, stepped onto the balcony, watching the two people he had almost lost — the only two people who mattered. He cleared his throat, nervous for the first time in a long while. “Alex…” His voice was soft, nearly swept away by the evening breeze. “I once asked you to marry me out of pride and selfishness. I pushed you into a contract that made you feel like you didn’t matter. But this time… I’m asking because I want to spend the rest of my life making sure you know just how much you do.” She turned slowly, her heart tightening, tears threatening to escape. He pulled a small velvet box
Months of healing, quiet laughter, and shared memories had finally woven the broken pieces of Chester's and Alex’s hearts back together. The house that once echoed with cold silence was now filled with soft footsteps, the sound of their son’s giggles, and the tender exchanges between two people who had faced the brink of heartbreak — and survived. He had finally healed, both in body and soul. The scar from the bullet wound was a permanent reminder of how close he’d come to losing everything, but the real wound — the one he had inflicted on her — had taken even longer to mend. And now, as he looked at her, holding their son in the early morning light, he knew deep in his bones that he couldn’t let another moment pass without making things right. But this time, he wouldn’t offer her a cold, emotionless contract. No, this time, he wanted it all. The real vows. The real ring. A real future. --- Chester had kept his plans tightly under wraps, involving only a few trusted people — Dani
Weeks had passed since the life-altering events, and the heavy weight of it all slowly began to lift as the days moved forward. Alex had barely left Chester's side since the day of the shooting. Her hands had trembled with fear each time she helped him with his recovery, but her love for him—and her determination to rebuild what they had—kept her focused. The villa, once a symbol of everything they had lost, now felt like the place where they would reclaim their future. Chester was finally home from the hospital, and though he was still physically weak, his spirits had lifted as Alex devoted herself to caring for him. The weeks of sleepless nights had taken their toll, but now there was a quiet sense of hope.Chester’s mother had taken grandson into her care, ensuring that the baby was well looked after while his parents focused on healing. Despite everything that had happened, Alex was thankful for her support. Her son was safe and happy, his innocent giggles filling the house, a re
The air was thick with tension as Chester, Liam, and their team of private investigators, accompanied by a few trusted officers, made their way toward a secluded hideout on the outskirts of the city. The location, a decrepit warehouse in an industrial district, was a place few people knew of. It was the perfect setting for Madeline’s final, twisted plan to be carried out—one that would forever erase Alex from Chester’s life. Madeline’s stepbrother, Alfredo, had been watching her every move for months, disgusted by her manipulative nature and knowing she was capable of anything to get her way. He had despised Madeline for years but had always kept his distance, too scared to confront her. However, seeing the depths of her cruelty and how she had plotted Alex's’s death, he could no longer stand by and do nothing. Alfredo had reached out to Chester in secret, providing him with the coordinates to the hideout where Alex was being held captive. He was finally ready to help Chester end Ma
The panic spread like wildfire through the city as news of Alex’s abduction reached the public. Chester's influence had rippled across the entire country in an instant. The billionaire businessman, once seen as a distant figure in the world of luxury and power, was now a man in turmoil, his every move driven by the desperate need to save Alex. Using his connections, Chester called in every favor he could. Within hours, every seaport, every airport, and every border was locked down. The entire country was on high alert as authorities scrambled to trace Alex’s whereabouts. Interpol had been notified, and the police had begun working alongside private investigators, all racing against time to prevent Madeline’s twisted plans from coming to fruition. As Chester sat in his penthouse, eyes glued to multiple screens, tracking the progress of the search, he felt the weight of the situation pressing down on him. His mind raced—Alex was being smuggled out of the country, and there was no time
Chester’s mind raced as he and Liam sat at the front of the sleek black car, the streets of New York blurred outside the windows. The tension between them was palpable, the quiet hum of the engine barely cutting through the weight of the situation. "I can't afford to alert Madeline," Chester said quietly, his gaze focused on the road ahead. "She’s playing this game too well. We have to keep everything under the radar. If she suspects we’re on to her, she might move Alex again." Liam nodded, his expression grim. "Agreed. We’ll use private investigators. They can follow the trail without raising any suspicion. No need for police, now. We need this to be clean." Chester clenched his fists. His frustration was barely contained. He didn’t care about anything else anymore. His world had become a desperate chase to find Alex, to bring her back from the nightmare she was in. Every second that passed without her made the reality of losing her even more real. --- Meanwhile, in a dark and s