Semua Bab I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chloe Six minutes. I had six minutes to make this man come. Last time, it was his game, and rules. But now it was mine. The only difference was I was more confident than before. This time, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and how I should take it. The look in his eyes only fueled me. That arrogant smirk, as if he was daring me to impress him. I kissed him passionately. He responded instantly, like his mouth had been waiting for mine all day. There was a tension in the way he leaned forward, as if he was about to forget the rules and claim me the way he always did. But I pulled back before he could, my lips brushing his. “Don’t get carried away now, Alexander,” I whispered, breathless. “Or have I won?” His lips curved, and he gave me that hungry look. “I haven’t touched you yet, have I?” Yet? I raised a brow, heart thudding. I leaned in again, my lips brushing the shell of his ear as I whispered, “Touch me, and you lose, remember?” Then, I traced the outline of his ear wit

Chloe My heart stopped. Mark?My fingers flew to my neck before I could stop them, I touched the place right where Logan had gripped me a few days ago. I’d covered it carefully with makeup. I was sure I had. But did Alexander notice? He glanced down at the faint bruise before his gaze darkened. My pulse pounded in my ears.I coughed and quickly rose from his lap, ignoring the lingering pleasure as his cock slipped away from my clit. My knees almost buckled, but I forced them to stay steady.“Alexander,” I said, trying to sound composed. “Don’t forget the rules. What happens to me is none of your business.”His jaw clenched, but he didn’t interrupt. He just watched me.“You’re just a stripper, and I’m just a married woman who wants an affair. Nothing more. I don't want anything beyond that. I'm just using you because I'm sexually frustrated and you are good at this.”He just looked at me, as if he were seeing through every word I threw at him. His expression remained calm, and I hate

Chloe I opened the door slowly, and stepped in. My mother-in-law and her circle of well-polished witches were still seated, laughing, eating, and gossiping like royalty. Their daughters-in-law perched beside them like loyal pets.All eyes flicked to me. My mother-in-law’s sharp gaze zeroed in first.“Where were you?” she snapped.I blinked, the lie already forming in my throat, but before I could open my mouth, Fiona’s sharp-tongued spoke first. “She was probably crying again in the restroom, like the last time.”My mother-in-law rolled her eyes. “You never change, always crying, always looking pitiful, as if we’re mistreating you. Do you want people to start gossiping that you have a terrible in-law family?”I shook my head. “No, ma’am.”She tsked. “If you must cry again, do it properly. At least make sure no one’s watching next time. Now grab a plate and eat. You’re making the table look uneven.”I was relieved. It could’ve been worse. If it had been Layla instead, she would’ve int

Logan“…No, the PR angle is off. I don’t care what the legal team says, we need to put—”“Ah, why did you push the cup?!” Chloe’s voice cut through the tension in the room.I froze, and my head snapped toward the kitchen, and before anyone else could react, I was already running. My employees followed after me. When I reached the kitchen, it was in chaos. Chloe stood by the counter, her hand clutched to her chest, her expression a mix of shock and pain. Beside her, Lucy was crying, holding her own hand as shards of broken porcelain lay scattered across the tile.“Mr. Logan,” Lucy sobbed. “She—”“Move,” I snapped.I didn’t hear the rest. I pushed past her like she wasn’t even there and reached Chloe.“Let me see it,” I said quickly, guiding her hand under the cold water tap. The skin was red but not blistering, thank God. I cradled her fingers gently, moving them slightly to see the damage. She winced.“Did it pour anywhere else?” I asked, lifting her chin. “Your arm? Your chest?” My

Chloe I let out a long sigh of relief, leaning my head back against the bathtub. “Ah….this is so nice.”A week had passed since that day, and thankfully, Logan had been too busy trying to resolve the crisis at his company to focus his attention on me. He was home even less than usual, his absence felt like freedom. Even his overbearing family had stopped circling around me like vultures.Tonight, I finally managed to slip away from everything. No in-laws. No watchful eyes. No husband treating me like his possession.So, I did what any woman starving for freedom would do, I ran away to my best friend’s place for a good old-fashioned sleepover. Some fun, junk food, and a movie marathon, just like we used to back in high school.I stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around my body, water dripping down my back. There wasn’t an extra towel for my hair, so I let it hang loose, damp strands clinging to my shoulders.“Stella?” I called out, but there was no answer. I frowned, my v