All Chapters of I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ChloeI never imagined I’d be here, sitting on the kitchen counter. Kissing, no, being kissed by Tristain. My best friend’s brother. The boy who used to steal my hair ties and tease me about my handwriting. Now, the man whose hands were gripping my waist, pulling me into him like he’d been waiting years for this moment.His touch was firm, and his lips tasted like cinnamon. I clung to his shirt, stunned by what was happening.It felt good. The kind of good that drives a woman crazy, the kind that makes women fall in love without even meaning to. And even as he deepened the kiss, even as his hands roamed with the kind of urgency that made my body respond, something in me pulled back.Something felt wrong.The surprising part? It wasn’t because of Logan. The man who wore my ring didn’t even cross my mind. What truly stopped me, what twisted inside my chest was Alexander.The man I swore would only ever be a physical escape, the one I promised myself I wouldn’t get attached to. And yet,

Logan The door opened, and I stepped inside.If my house was big and beautiful, this place was built for royalty. Everything around me screamed power.I glanced at the artwork on the wall and swallowed hard. That painting, there was only one in the world. It was created by a popular artist, and was worth billions. I’d read once that people offered entire estates for it and still got turned down. And here it was, hanging casually in a hallway just like another decoration.“Mr. Logan.”The voice pulled my attention. I turned toward the living room and saw him.Alexander King.He sat in the armchair like it was a throne, one leg crossed over the other, his chin resting on his knuckles. The way he looked at me wasn’t curious or amused, it was pure boredom.Behind him stood two men. I recognized one immediately, Leo, the vice president of King’s Corporation. The other had softer features, almost beautiful. He looked like the younger version of Alexander. That had to be his brother, Joshua

Chloe Twelve years ago I held my mother’s hand tightly, my tiny fingers wrapped around hers. In my other hand, my ice cream was already melting, dripping over my fingers. It was chocolate, my favorite. She hardly ever let me have sweets, but today, she said it was special. She hadn’t said a word since. I glanced up at her. “Mom, are you okay?” I asked softly. “You haven’t said anything today. Did I do something wrong?” She blinked, as if I’d pulled her back from somewhere far away, and looked down at me with a tired smile. “Of course not, Chloe. How could my lovely child do anything wrong? I was just thinking about something.” “Oh.” I smiled back. “What are you thinking about?” She kept walking, but her voice was distant. “I’m thinking about what will happen now.” “Huh? What do you mean by that?” “Chloe. You know I love you, right?” I grinned, swinging our joined hands a little. “Of course, Mother. You love me the most in the whole wide world! You work so hard to take care o

ChloeI licked my dry lips and shook my head, trying to quiet the thoughts rising inside me.Mind your business, Chloe. That voice in my head was stern today. I wasn’t exactly in a position to throw stones from my glass house. The last thing I needed was to draw attention, especially not with these crazy people.I looked down at my food, picked up my fork, and was about to take a bite when my stomach turned. I froze. The metal of the fork hit my lips, but I didn’t move any further. The nausea was back again.Shit.I put the fork down and covered my mouth with my hand.From the head of the table, my father raised an eyebrow. “Is the food not to your taste?”I swallowed thickly, forcing the bile back down. “No, sir. It is. I’m just… not feeling well.”His frown deepened. “Then go to the hospital when you have the chance. Nothing can happen to you now. You're still useful.”Useful.As expected.I lowered my head and nodded, pretending I hadn’t just been reduced to an object with a purpos

Chloe “Let’s make another deal,” I said. Richard raised an eyebrow, a flash of amusement curling at the corners of his mouth. “A deal?” he echoed, laughing under his breath. “What could you possibly have that I want?” I took a deep breath. My hands stayed at my sides, even though my fingers twitched. “An opportunity,” I said, locking eyes with him. “To make Father proud of you.” That caught his attention. “Go on.” “Last week,” I continued, “my mother-in-law had a brunch with her rich friends and I overheard some useful information and investment that their sons are trying to get into.” His eyes lit with intrigue at my statement. “If you leave Annabelle alone tonight, I’ll tell you everything.” There was a pause, long enough for me to hear how loud my heart was pounding. I thought for a second I might throw up or pass out. But I didn’t move, because Richard thrived on fear. If you gave him any, he would use it to his advantage. He stopped right in front of me and bent his he