All Chapters of The Masked Stripper is my Wife. : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Loretta Monday mornings in the office were usually quiet, but not today. The air was buzzing with gossip, whispers in all corners. My name wasn’t being mentioned directly, but I knew I was at the centre of it.Everyone was talking about the sudden fallout between Mr Prescott and Mr Harris. A legal battle, the contract withdrawn, millions on the line. Some colleagues even had the guts to corner me, asking what exactly happened at that dinner to make our boss take such a drastic step. I gave no answers, just tight smiles before heading for the elevator.I went up to my floor and opened my office door, only to find Logan already there waiting.“Good morning, Logan,” I said as I dropped my bag on the desk and sat down.“What did you do that made us drop one of our biggest suppliers?” he ignored my greeting and went straight to the point. “Do you realise what that will cost the company? How hard will we have to work to find a replacement? I don’t think you understand the mess we are in ri

Loretta It has been two weeks working in the same office with Mr Prescott, it has not been easy with how bossy and how much of a jerk he can be, but that’s not the hardest part of working with him. It is how we can’t stop stealing glances at each other, or how his eyes linger on my body when I am in his presence. Or the slight deliberate touches that send shivers down my spine. I am not the type to act desperate or horny for a man’s touch or attention, but lately, I find myself craving his touch much more these days. In these weeks, Logan and I have grown closer, we have gone out for drinks with Tonia, and it seems we are going to turn it into our routine whenever we decide not to work at the club.My job has made it difficult for me to work at the club in weeks, I close later than usual on Fridays and I usually spend my weekend resting and preparing for the new week. The last time I was at the Club, Mr Prescott did offer more money to have me which I politely declined. Marcus sai

Asher PrescottI never imagined Loretta and I would be sharing a bed this soon, though deep down I always knew the moment would come when I would finally taste her. Watching her drenched from the rain, her clothes plastered against her skin, every curve outlined, sent a surge of desire through me. And when she walked back into the room wearing only her bra and pants, she was temptation itself. Yet beneath the heat of wanting her, there was a strange sense of recognition, like I had known her before, though I couldn’t place where.I never forget the faces of women I have been with, yet something about her body in just her bra and pants felt strangely familiar, it felt like we had been intimate before. I headed into the bathroom for a quick shower, peeling off my wet trousers and shirt and hanging them to dry. I stepped back into the room, dressed only in my briefs.I was about to return to my seat when I noticed Loretta trembling beneath the blanket. Concerned, I moved closer to her.

Asher Prescott I walked to the bedside, and she was still sleeping and snoring softly, even in sleep, she looked so breathtaking. For a moment, I caught myself wondering how someone could look so fragile and yet so stubborn at the same time.The memory of her words and her actions from last night came rushing again, the way she mentioned my name, to put me back in my place, I went straight back to nothing more than her employer, like what just happened or almost happened. It boiled in my chest, the anger keeps fueling when I think about it cause no woman ever made me feel like that, used and discarded at will. My phone buzzed, and it was my driver letting me know he was outside, I glanced back at her sleeping form one last time. She looked peaceful, unaware of the storm still brewing in me. I couldn’t bring myself to wake her, I do not want any awkward conversation or action. So I scribbled a quick note and left it on the bedside table, “My driver is waiting outside, he will tak

Loretta The music hit us the second we stepped inside, I held Tonia’s hand as she dragged me inside. The dress I was wearing clung to me like a second skin, very short with the shimmer catching every bit of light, calling attention to me, I liked the way the room seemed to notice when I walked by. “Damn, girl!” Tonia squealed over the music, “I knew that dress was perfect, look at you stealing the spotlight already.”Logan grinned, looping his arm through mine, “I told you she would own it, if anyone tries to mess with you tonight, they will have to go through me first.” He winked, clearly enjoying the way heads turned as we moved deeper inside.I laughed, tossing my hair back. “Relax, Logan. I can handle myself.”“That’s the spirit.” He raised an approving brow. “But don’t blame me when half the room is tripping over themselves just to offer you a drink.”“Please, you need some serious hot fuck to get Mr Prescott off your mind, look out for any potential specimen,” Tonia said wink