The Billionaire's Stripper

As Wayne Blackstone looked down at his guests from his balcony, he realized that he wasn’t really in the birthday mood. He was supposed to be down there now with them, enjoying his twenty ninth birthday and getting drunk with his friends. But instead, he was up here sulking like a jilted lover and he didn’t even know why.He had decided to have a private pool party at his multibillion dollar estate this year instead of something really extravagant. He didn’t party in all the continents like he did last year or host a game week at one of his islands; like he did for his twenty fifth birthday.He simply decided to be low-key this year and had sent out invitations to only sixty of his friends and they were currently having more fun at his party than he was. Wayne could see some of them floating around in the pool and others simply playing some games nearby. Perhaps he shouldn’t even have held this party after all. What was the point if he wasn’t going to interact with his guests?They ha

For the first time since Jessica had asked her for this outrageous favor, Rose was actually excited about carrying out the request. She wanted to strip for this man. She wanted to feel his eyes on her body as he watched in admiration as she entertained him.What the hell had been in that bottle of scotch? Perhaps it was more about the man sitting before her than the liquor in her system. She had spent less than an hour in his presence and all she could think about was the fact that she had never met anyone like him before. Was it because it was her first time meeting a billionaire? Maybe that was the reason she was feeling this way; after all money carried around a certain aura. But all that didn’t matter because she was here for a job and she fully intended to carry out her mission. She felt a tiny pang of guilt as thoughts of Victor popped into her head and her excitement died down.She wasn’t supposed to enjoy this. Hell! She wasn’t supposed to even be doing this.How would he fee

Wayne was really surprised with the sudden change in Cinnamon. One minute she was a clumsy oaf, slipping off the pole and stuff; while the next minute, she was like an irresistible temptress. He was considering putting her out of her misery and sending her home until she went down into a squat and put a hold on him.He was finding it difficult to breathe once again, but this time it wasn't due to laughter. Watching Cinnamon do her thing literally took his breath away and she had his undivided attention. He couldn't quite understand it. It wasn't like what she was doing was so extraordinary or the first time he had seen something like that.Hell, there were things he had seen Ming do in China that made him question if she was part human and something else. But here was this woman, who hadn't taken anything off yet but was blowing his mind. Even when she had been having her clumsy phase, he had still been watching her with unbridled interest.If it was someone else, he would have gotten

Rose had stopped thinking about any consequences since he had pulled her close by the waist. She was basically now on autopilot and was doing the first thing that came to her mind, and her mind told her to take off his shirt. She wanted to see and touch him. Since she was the one in charge, perhaps she would make him strip.She grabbed the hem of his shirt, expecting some kind of protest from him but when there was none; she decided to continue taking it off. He had gladly raised his hands to assist her.What a gentleman, Rose thought as she held back a sarcastic laugh.She was finally able to get it over his head and rolled it into a ball before throwing it in a direction she wasn't quite sure of. It didn't matter where the shirt landed, they could search for it later. Now, it was her turn to stare at his body in amazement.Damnnnn, he looked good enough to eat. If he did not already have a lucrative business, Rose would have suggested

Rose had been about to explain the entire situation to Wayne when door had swung open without any warning. There was a woman standing in the doorway and she had no ideas who she was. She picked up a pillow and held it in front of her body. It would have been better if she could go under the duvet, but it was deeply tucked into the sides of the bed; and they were both on top it.She would have to get off the bed with Wayne and pull it out from the sides before she would be able to seek refuge under it.Who the hell had made this bed? Had they spent all their childhood in military school? She didn’t know if anyone else was going to walk in after the mystery woman, but it was certainly best that as few people as possible, saw her in her lingerie.That door had not been locked? So if we hadn’t stopped because Wayne had seen the ring, then this woman would have walked in on us having sex? Who is she exactly?Rose could already feel her cheeks