《I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper 》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

Logan Needy moans echoed through the walls of the hotel room. I took a slow sip of my wine, barely paying attention to Amelia, who was sprawled out on the bed beside me, her legs spread wide, her fingers disappearing between her thighs as she pleasured herself like a desperate whore. “Fuck,” she gasped, arching her back, her breath hitching as she circled her clit, her other hand palming her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, her body trembling with each slow stroke she gave herself. “Logan,” she moaned breathlessly, dragging out my name. “God, I’m so wet. I need you.” I didn’t look at her. My mind was elsewhere. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop hearing Chloe's voice. "You are a monster." I ran a hand through my hair, scowling. Chloe had looked me straight in the eye today, her gaze filled with a hatred I had never seen in her before. I should have brushed it off like I always did. But for some reason, I co

Chloe What was going on? No, seriously. What the hell was happening in front of me? Was I dreaming? Had I hit my head on the way here? Or had the horniness finally fried my brain cells beyond repair? Because this couldn’t be real. Why would he cook for me? Even Logan had never done that. Was he trying to impress me? Because if he was, well… it might just be working. I watched as he moved through the kitchen effortlessly, his sleeves rolled up as he reached for ingredients. The way his fingers gripped the knife, slicing through vegetables and onions easily was distracting, but not nearly as distracting as the veins that flexed with every movement of his forearms. Was it normal for a man to look this hot while cooking? Honestly, at this point, I had no idea if I wanted the food or the man. And even though my stomach was protesting against my judgment, every fiber of my body agreed that the man would be better. I wanted to push everything off the counter and pounce on him, and—

ChloeI struggled to catch my breath, my face flushing red. My body still tingled from the aftershocks of what had just happened.I looked down at him, my gaze hazy with lust. I had never felt this way before, like my body was no longer my own. The most surprising part was that we did it on the counter. The damn kitchen counter. Where people eat.This was reckless, insane, and completely different from what I was used to. Yet, my body still buzzed, and ached for more. I had never felt anything like this before.With Logan, sex had been… nothing. It felt like a chore, and a duty to fulfill. He had never gone down on me like this before. His hands were always cold, his touch mechanical. He never kissed me or made me feel good. And when he did take me, it was never about me, it was about his own pleasure. I had learned to lie still, take what little I was given, and pretend it was enough.But this man had touched me like I was something to be devoured, like he had been starving and I was

Chloe"You, unfortunate, stupid woman. What have you done?"The voice yelled. I blinked, my vision blurry, and slowly forced my eyes open. I couldn’t feel my body anymore, I hadn’t eaten in two days. Even the nurses had stopped trying to convince me."I'm talking to you!" the voice snapped again. "Can't you hear me? Did you lose your tongue like you lost that child?"I flinched, instinctively recoiling. “M-Mother…” I reached out without thinking.A hard slap stung across my hand, and I gasped.“I’m not your mother, you bastard.” She hissed.I bit my dry lips and I stared at Logan’s mother. Her eyes had never held kindness towards me, even right now, she is staring at me with disgust.“She has the nerve to speak,” Layla, my sister-in-law scoffed from behind her. “She should be hiding in shame. Who loses a child and still dares to look anyone in the eye?”“She’s nothing,” his mother continued, stepping closer. “You lost the next heir to the White family. Do you even understand what you’

Alexander I stepped out of the bedroom, towel in hand, dragging it lazily through my damp hair. I was shirtless, sweatpants slung low on my hips, the hem of my boxers peeking out. The door clicked shut behind me, and the two voices that had been echoing through the hallway fell silent. Joshua and Leo stood stiff as statues, eyes pinned to me like I’d grown a second head. I didn’t need to hear their thoughts, their faces said it all. Shock, curiosity, judgment. Pretty much the usual. I headed toward the kitchen, but Joshua stepped in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" “Considering this is my house, shouldn’t I be the one asking why you’re still in it?” Joshua narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice, and tilted his head toward the closed bedroom door. "Don't play dumb. I know your games, Alex. And they don’t work on me. Leo told me everything. Are you seriously going to pretend to be a stripper?” I glanced at Leo, who was scratching the back of his head like a kid cau