All Chapters of I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Alexander I had seen beauty. More than most men could dream of. I had lived with it, been surrounded by it. Expensive masterpieces hung in my gallery, paintings worth billions crafted by the world’s most talented hands. I thought I had seen it all. But nothing compared to the sight before me now. She was on my screen, naked, her body laid out like a forbidden offering. Her skin flushed, and between her thighs, fuck, her clit was swollen, slick, dripping wet. The most breathtaking sight I had ever seen. I wanted to bury my mouth between those trembling thighs and devour her like she was the only meal I’d had in years. Ever since the first time we had sex, one taste had left me ravenous, like a starving beast. God, I had never been tempted this badly. I finally understood the saying. The most forbidden things are always the sweetest. I had never wished for anything. Why would I? I had everything a man could own. But now, I wished she were here. On my bed, naked, tied, and sprea

Chloe I stood under the shower, scrubbing harder than necessary, as if I could wash the entire night off my skin. I hadn’t slept after what happened, how could I? I’d spent the night staring at my door. I couldn’t wait to leave the house and go back to Logan’s. His family might be terrible people, but I’d choose them any day over mine. I turned off the water and wrapped the towel tightly around my body. I took a breath, opened the bathroom door, and froze. Richard was sitting on my bed. I jolted backward instinctively, one hand gripping the edge of the doorframe. His eyes met mine, then slowly roamed down my damp figure, lingering far too long before returning to my face. I was shaking, but I forced myself to stand straight, and sound normal. “W-What are you doing here, brother?” He smiled and crossed his legs. “I came to check on my sister before she left, of course.” I swallowed and nodded, keeping my distance. Richard glanced around the room, before smiling. “Ah… it’s

Chloe Every head turned toward me. Layla blinked in surprise, her lips parting slightly before she recovered, raising one perfectly plucked brow. “Oh?” I ignored her, walking toward the old man still on the floor, my heels echoing sharply against the marble. Layla’s boyfriend still had the man’s shirt clenched in his fist. I stopped in front of them, my gaze dropping to his grip. “Let go,” I said calmly. He didn’t let go. In fact, he looked amused, like he was waiting to see what I’d do next. I took a breath, stepped in, wrapped my fingers around his wrist, and shoved his hand away. He stumbled back and landed flat on his ass with a surprised grunt. Gasps echoed through the store at the sudden turn of events. Layla shrieked. “Bryce!” She and her friend rushed toward him, flustered and frantic. But I didn’t spare them a glance. I knelt beside the old man, brushing dust off his shirt as I leaned in. “Are you okay, sir?” He looked up at me with a bright, disarming smile. “I’m

Alexander The moment the door to my office shut, his voice exploded into the room.“Son! I’m back!”I barely had time to react before my father lunged forward, arms open like he actually expected a hug.I stepped aside.He stumbled slightly from the momentum, and I caught his elbow without looking, steadying him with one hand.“I can see you’ve developed more than one life, Father,” I said, dryly, before letting him go and walking toward my desk.He huffed behind me, adjusting his wrinkled shirt and brushing invisible lint from his shoulder. “Well, it’s not like I was expecting a hug from a heartless brat like you,” he grumbled, flopping into the chair across from mine. “But you know, it’s been three years. You could at least pretend you missed your old man.”I sighed and raked a hand through my hair.“When did you get here?” I asked.His eyes sparkled. “Last night.”I narrowed mine. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”He shrugged. “Why would I? I’m a grown man. I can travel where I w

Chloe “This dress has only two pieces in the world,” the store manager said. “It was gently crafted and designed by the famous Chen Lily herself.” Her words slid into one ear and out the other. I stared down at my hands, blinking slowly. My fingers twitched slightly in my lap, and I wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or fatigue. The soft scent of expensive fabric, and perfume filled the VIP suite, but it all felt distant. That thought was still clawing at my mind, refusing to leave. “Chloe? Are you okay?” a voice called softly. I felt a light tap on my hand and looked up, startled. Joshua was watching me, concern etched in his eyes. “You’ve been out of it for a while,” he said. “Did something happen?” I blinked at him, then at the store manager standing nearby. I licked my lips, trying to gather my thoughts. Come on, Chloe. Calm down. Don’t act strange. I forced a small smile. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.” Joshua smiled gently and gav