บททั้งหมดของ I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Alexander I wasn’t the type to plan all this. Honestly, I didn’t even know what I was doing. The shopping was Joshua’s idea. He said something about surprising her and seeing her shock and happy face. When I first heard it, I thought it was a waste of time. Like I said, I wasn’t the kind of man to drag things out with dramatic gestures. I just wanted to get it over with, ask her on a proper date, take her somewhere and enjoy my time with her. But Joshua had been adamant. And the thought of seeing her face, that expression she gets when she’s caught off guard and trying not to smile was tempting. But God. They never said she’d look like this. Tempting didn’t even begin to cover it. I was this close to forgetting everything, to taking her right here on this counter and making her scream my name. The image alone made it hard to concentrate. She blinked up at me, lips parted slightly. That innocent look was ruining my entire sense of control. “D-Date?” she said, flustered. Her ch

Chloe The moment the car door opened, I sighed loudly. This had to be the longest, most stressful car ride of my entire life. Never, had I tried this hard to control myself over something. And it was all because of this man beside me. Who, for the past thirty minutes, had been casually brushing his fingers along my thighs. Skimming the fabric. Letting his knuckles graze my skin as if it was an accident. But I knew it wasn’t. Not with the way that insufferable smirk kept dancing across his lips as he stared out the window like he was innocent. My whole body was on fire, and I had to physically stop myself from grabbing Alexander by the collar and into the backseat to make him stop teasing and actually do something. But I didn’t, because I had just enough pride and I felt bad for the poor driver. So when the door finally opened and I could breathe real air again, I felt like I’d just survived a war. Alexander stepped out first. And the moment his shoes hit the ground, the men stat

Chloe I splashed cold water on my face. It hit like a slap, just what I needed to pull myself out of whatever dream I’d been sinking into. I looked up at the mirror. My reflection stared back, clear, flushed, and strange. Who is this woman? I didn’t look like her anymore. She was not the Chloe I used to be, the one who kept her head down and her voice small. The one who did everything right and still got stepped on. I sighed. The date with Alexander had gone so well, better than I ever expected. We talked, laughed, and shared little things. I learned more about him, things I hadn’t known I wanted to know. After dinner, we were headed to the car when I excused myself to use the restroom. "You’d still look beautiful." His words echoed in my head, playing on repeat. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to clear my head. What the hell am I doing? Like him? Was that what I was thinking? That I… liked Alexander? God. That wasn’t just insane, it was dangerous. I wasn’t just so

Chloe I heard them before I even realized they were talking about us. “Oh my god, look at them!” “Are they celebrities? They have to be.” “They’re giving off main character energy.” “Right? That man, he’s so hot and tall. God, I want a man like that.” “She’s lucky.” “No, he’s lucky. Look at her, she's absolutely stunning.” I blinked, glancing around to see who they were whispering about. I didn’t see anyone else close enough. A hand gently pressed on my shoulder, pulling me closer just before a man nearly bumped into me. “Sorry!” the man muttered, walking off. Someone nearby gasped. “Omg. Look at him protecting his woman. His whole attention is on her.” My eyes widened. Wait. Us? They were talking about us? I glanced up at Alexander, whose hand was still on my shoulder. He didn’t seem bothered, or maybe just used to it. But I noticed a flicker of something in his expression. Annoyance? Even in a crowd this large, he stood out. Everything about him was unmissable. Tha

Chloe People’s mouths were hanging open. Some gasped. Others just stared like they couldn’t believe what they were seeing, and honestly, they were just saying what I was thinking. Because I stood there, eyes wide, watching the breathtaking man in front of me shoot every single balloon without missing once. It might have looked easy, but the way the cart owner had arranged the setup, even hitting one was supposed to be difficult. My jaw was halfway to the ground. “Just… how talented is this man?” I whispered. Around us, the crowd cheered, people clapping. I heard someone murmur, “He’s like a walking movie scene…” Another added, “That woman beside him is lucky.” I felt a flutter in my chest. Was I? The only person who didn’t look thrilled was the poor old cart owner, staring at his popped balloons. I didn’t blame him, I was pretty sure Alexander had just won every teddy bear at his stand. Alexander dropped the plastic gun like it was nothing special and turned to me, eyes findi