The Billionaires Stripper

Groaning I turn over in bed, reaching out to pat the side next to me to find it empty. Stretching, I slowly open my eyes to realize that yesterday's events weren't just a dream. Sighing I get out of bed and make my way to the kitchen where I hear people talking. Walking in I find Jack making breakfast with my brother sitting in one of the chairs. "Alex?...what are you doing here?" I say taking one of the seats. "I figured you were here." He says. "And mom was worried." "I didn't call him..." Jack immediately says when I look at him. Unfortunately, Jack and Alex knew each other and it made it harder to keep Jack in the friend zone since he was also good with my brother. "Does dad know that you're here?" I ask. "No, he probably thinks I'm at my friends' place or something." He tells me. "Here you go," Jack says, placing a plate in front of me. "Thank you." "So what are you doing here?" I ask Alex. "Well, mom said to bring you that" He pointed at a black duffle bag on the co

Breathing a smile finds itself on my lips, my eyes still closed, I stretch my arms out. I just want to stay like this forever, it feels good. Wait. My eyes fly open to see a white ceiling, looking to my side I adjust to the brightness coming from the open curtains. Immediately sitting up I look around the room and everything is white and I notice that I am completely naked under the sheets. Ugh fuck. I groan into the pillow as I remember last night's events. Getting to my senses I get out of bed, looking at the floor I don't see my clothes. Where the fuck are my clothes!? They're nowhere in sight. Ugh! I grab the gray sweatshirt that goes all the way to my thighs. My stomach grumbles when I smell something good. Leaving the room I follow the smell to the kitchen where I see a bare back in just sweatpants.He was busy with what he was making on the stove to even notice me as I took my time to shamelessly look at his back. My brows furrow, noticing some red claw marks on his bac

I was going through some files when the door to my office flung open. "You should get a life." My best friend and pain in the ass Xander says."What do you want?" I ask not even sparing him a glance."I'm here to save you from yourself." He says. "Let's go out tonight."Sighing, I look at him. "I have some work to do."Taking the seat in front of my desk he says with a sigh. "Look it's been two weeks now and you can not still be hung over that one night stand."He just had to bring her up. I wouldn't say I was hung over her but yes I still couldn't get her out of my head. After that day she left my apartment, it was like she disappeared into thin air because I never saw her again, and trust me I have been looking for her but now I was slowly starting to give up. I guess you can’t find someone who doesn’t want to be found. I didn’t care if this made me look desperate but I liked and wanted to get to know her more, so as someone who's always determined I wanted to find her and at leas

Hands trembling, I fold them to my chest as I lay in a ball position on the bed. I was sweating like hell even though I felt cold and was shaking, my muscles hurt just wanted to lay where I was and not get up. I can do this. The chant that has been in my head for the past hour now, telling myself that I don't need the drugs, I can survive this on my own even though the last thread to that thought was slowly shattering. I have lost count of how many days I have been here. Sean has made sure to dope me with drugs that I can't get away from, crack and heroin being some of them. The security watching me is tight and any escape attempts have only gotten me in trouble. Yesterday was the only day Sean let me go outside as his way of showing me that I can get an amount of freedom if I continue to do what he wanted and it was also my only chance of escape. So when I saw that guy again at the mall I took my chance by running from my guards and going to him but that attempt failed. I just

I was lying on the bed when the door opened, and Sean walked in.Coming to sit at the foot of the bed, he takes a long puff from his cigar."How are you doing cupcake." He asks.Ignoring my unresponsive attitude, he continues to say. "Tonight, I have a job for you." He tells me. "You'll be entertaining an important client."Surprised and scared, I sit up to face him."What do you mean?" I ask."I have been offered good cash for my finest and best." He tells me.A nervous laugh escapes my lips. "What do you mean? I never dance for anyone.""Well, this client is different." He says. "And I am still disappointed in you, so you might as well pay for your mistake because it cost me."At this moment, my heart was racing. Was he finally tired of me letting others see me? I can't let this happen. I have to find an excuse to avoid this.Laying back down, I mumble."Am tired,"Chuckling, he says. "Then don't show it." With a quick inhale from his cigar, he lowers it into the ashtray. His tight g