His Stripper의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

JUNEAnxiety twisted in her stomach, tightening its grip, when she got to Ollie's house. It felt like her nerves were on overdrive, buzzing so loud she could barely think straight. She’d shown up fifteen minutes earlier as being punctual was stated in the contract. And she didn’t want to piss off Ollie by making him wait for her arrival. Besides she wasn’t exactly looking forward to this night so she wanted this over with.Ollie’s housekeeper greeted June with a warm smile, one that felt almost too kind given the circumstances, and ushered her inside. But June couldn’t summon the strength to return the smile. The housekeeper led her down a long, dimly lit hallway before pausing at an expansive bedroom door and opening it. “Mr. Ollie will be with you shortly,” she said with a gentle voice before stepping out and closing the door behind her.The room was an extension of Ollie’s personality. A blend of old-world charm and masculinity. Deep vintage curtains hung from the windows and a mass

OLLIEOllie had brought his damnation upon himself.June was his ruin, and he’d sealed his fate the moment he crossed that line with her. He shouldn’t have made that proposal, shouldn’t have allowed himself to entertain the idea of having her.Sex had never been something he cared about, but the thought of her being touched by anyone but him had ignited a possessive rage in him. So, he’d made the offer, and now, he regretted it. Or did he?The moment he slid out of her, he knew there would be no turning back. Nothing else could compare. No one else could fill the space she’d carved into him and into his mind. He had hoped the sex would push her out of his thoughts, make him forget about her once and for all.But it did the opposite, and in the worst way. Every breath, every soft gasp was now etched into his brain, looping endlessly. He could still feel her beneath him, and the way her body had responded to him so beautifully.He clenched his fists as the memory came rushing back, the

JUNEJune shouldn't spend this much reminiscing about that night. But she couldn't help it. Every moment from that evening spiraled around her thoughts in vivid images.The way he'd touched her. The way he'd held her. The way he'd soothed her with his words.Her mind lingered on every single detail of that night. Truthfully, June hadn't expected from her first time. She had prepared herself for the worst, bracing for one of her many nightmares. But it had been the best night of her life.Now, she wished it hadn't been so perfect, she wished she had something bad to say about that night. Because at least, she wouldn't be stuck replaying it in her head, obsessing over every single touch.The sky outside was unnaturally bright today. The air felt different—sort of soothing. The atmosphere was warm. She felt extra light and warm inside, but she wasn't about to admit it was because of the sex that was supposed to be anything but romantic.As she neared the entrance of her apartment unit, a

JUNEA crease formed on Ollie's forehead as he stared at the large cone sign spinning atop the ice cream shop. “This is where you want to come?” he asked with surprise in his voice.June bobbed her head slowly, trying to temper her excitement, though it felt like there was a party going on in her stomach.“Taking ice-cream is what you’ll like to really do?” Ollie crossed his arms as he asked.“Yes,” June said, trying her best o not sound eager.When his expression didn’t change, uncertainty began to creep in. Was she pushing her luck by asking him to come here? After all, he’d done so much for her already today. Guilt prickled at her.“You know what? Let’s just go back,” she said, turning on her heel.“Why?” Ollie’s hand shot out, his fingers gently curling around her wrist to stop her.She avoided his gaze. “I’m not feeling it anymore.”“Liar,” he said simply.Her head snapped up, and she fought the urge to roll her eyes. How did he always manage to see right through her? She blinked

JUNEThe twins nodded as she turned and walked briskly in the direction Ollie had disappeared. Her pulse quickened with every step, the faint sound of her shoes on the tiled floor echoing in her ears.Why was she doing this again? What would she even say to him? she swore she wasn’t always this reckless.Rounding a corner, she spotted him slipping into a restroom and followed after him. At the door, she hesitated, her hand poised mid-air. Then, drawing a shaky breath, she knocked. Once. Twice. Then a third time.When no response came, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.Ollie tilted back his head slightly to meet her eyes, addressing her with chillingly empty eyes. It was as if he was looking through her, not at her."What are you doing here?" he asked in a dark, devoid-of-warmth voice that sent cold tremors down her back. She had never heard him sound like this before."I… I didn't mean to intrude,” she stammered, taking a tentative step forward. “I just...you left...and I sa