All Chapters of Married to a Stripper: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amber was sprawled on the sofa, wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, watching Pretty Woman. She had a glass of champagne in one hand and a plate of strawberries beside her, a wedding gift from the hotel. She dipped a strawberry into the champagne and took a bite, her expression unreadable as she focused on the film.Ryan walked into the room, still wearing his tuxedo shirt and pants. He stood by the sofa, watching her for a moment before speaking.“You really think this is your story, don’t you?” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You want to be the hooker who finds the prince, but I’m not the idiot in that movie. I’m not some dumbass like that guy.”Amber slowly turned her head toward him, her gaze still on the screen. She didn’t seem fazed, taking another bite of her strawberry without a word at first.“You’re talking about me now, Ryan?” she said with a hint of amusement. “I’m not some movie project for you. Don’t bring your fairy tale crap into this.”Ryan clenched his jaw

yan stood rigid near the edge of the grand ballroom, the crystal tumbler in his hand trembling slightly as his grip tightened. The soft strains of a string quartet and the murmur of polite conversation were nothing but background noise to the fury roaring in his ears. His gaze was locked on the dance floor, where Amber moved with effortless grace.She looked breathtaking in her emerald gown, the silk clinging to her curves as though it had been painted on. Her hair fell in loose waves down her back, catching the golden light of the chandeliers. But none of that softened the fire in Ryan’s chest, because she wasn’t alone.Nathaniel’s hand was on her waist, pulling her closer than any dance required. His smile was smug, his every move deliberate as he guided Amber around the floor. She threw her head back, laughing at whatever nonsense Nathaniel was saying, and Ryan felt his blood boil.He clenched his jaw so hard it ached, the veins in his neck taut with the effort to keep himself in ch

Amber let out a playful giggle as she made her way towards the door, but before she could leave, Ryan's anger boiled over and he grabbed her arm forcefully."Do you think this is a joke?" he growled, his eyes dark with desire.Amber was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, but before she could react, Ryan pressed her against the wall and hungrily kissed her.His hands roamed her body, pulling down her dress to expose her bare breasts. "I've been wanting to taste these since the moment I laid eyes on you," he moaned, devouring her nipples with hot kisses and teasing bites. Each flick of his tongue sent shivers of pleasure through Amber's body as Ryan explored every inch of her eagerly.Amber tried to protest, but her words were lost in a moan as Ryan's hands squeezed her bottom, lifting her up and grinding her core against his rock-hard length. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "I've been so fucking hard for you... I can't stand it anymore." With that, he roughly unz

Amber’s voice was steady, but the sharpness in her tone couldn’t be ignored as she took a step back, creating some space between them. She crossed her arms, a defensive posture, as if she were trying to shield herself from the intensity of the moment. Her gaze never wavered from Ryan’s, her eyes cool but piercing.“You said it was a mistake,” she began, her words measured. “And I agree with you. Believe me, it won’t happen again.” She gestured between the two of them, her hands moving in the air like she was drawing a line in the sand. “This is a business. A contract. I’ll fulfill my role, and that’s it.”The coldness in her voice surprised even her. She hadn’t realized how far she’d pulled away emotionally until she heard herself speak. But this was the only way to protect herself. To make sure she didn’t get too caught up in whatever it was that was still simmering beneath the surface.Ryan’s expression darkened for a moment, his gaze hardening as he processed her words. There was s

Ryan arrived home earlier than expected, the weight of the day still clinging to him as he stepped into the quiet house. A faint melody drifted from the terrace, pulling him in like a thread he couldn’t resist following.“Amber?” His voice was low, deliberate.As he pushed open the glass door, the sight before him stopped him cold. Amber was on the terrace, mid-pose, her back arched, her legs taut, her body sculpted by the snug shorts and fitted top she wore. The late afternoon sun kissed her skin, making her seem almost otherworldly.She turned her head sharply at the sound of his steps, her chest rising as her eyes widened. “Ryan? What are you—”He didn’t let her finish. His gaze was heavy, his jaw tightening as his eyes swept over her, lingering longer than necessary. His grip on the doorframe tightened, the line between frustration and something far more dangerous blurring in his mind.“We have a garden party,” he said, his voice rough, thick with an edge he couldn’t mask.Amber s