All Chapters of The Masked Stripper is my Wife. : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LorettaWhen I got home, the smell of fried noodles drifted through the apartment. Tonia was at the stove, humming to herself with a glass of wine balanced beside her. I dropped my bag on the chair and kicked off my shoes with a sigh.“You’re home early,” she said without looking back. “Thought Mr Big Boss would keep you chained to the desk again.”“Not today,” I said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “For once, I managed to leave on time and besides he has a meeting with a client later this evening.” She turned with a grin. “Progress, at this rate you will actually have a life again, he better increase your pay with the way he works you.” She said winking at me. I rolled my eyes and slid onto the stool by the counter. “A life that involves eating your oversalted noodles?”“Excuse me,” she said, brandishing her spoon. “This is fine dining, You are so lucky to have me.”I laughed, resting my chin on my palm as I watched her move around the kitchen. “You know, sometimes I

Asher PrescottBy the time I got home that evening, I was tired. The day had been long, and the chaos with Sarah earlier in the office still played in my head. Loretta’s calm resistance to me had unsettled me too. I wasn’t sure if she was drawing clear boundaries or simply building walls I would never be able to cross again. I dropped my jacket over the arm of the couch and loosened my tie. The house was quiet except for the faint sound of movement coming from the kitchen, I figured Charlotte was cooking. She normally timed dinner for when I got home, but it sounded like she was earlier than usual tonight. She usually waits until I am home because she knows I prefer my food fresh.I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked it. Grandma had called earlier again today, and I had promised myself I would return the call. If I didn’t, she would worry, and when she worried, she asked too many questions. I wasn’t ready for questions I couldn’t answer.I sighed, slid the phone back into my

LorettaThe drive home was quiet, I had my bag on my lap and my folder on top of it, I felt like flinging it out the window, all the work I had prepared, all the research, all the notes, none of it had been used.I kept my eyes on the window, I didn’t want to look at him. Then I felt his hand brush lightly against my arm, my body tensed before I slowly turned to him.“What do you want, Mr Prescott?” My voice edged with irritation.He studied me for a few seconds before speaking, “I just wanted to ask if you are okay.”A bitter laugh slipped out before I could stop it. “Okay, asked me to come with you, told me to prepare the documents, to be ready for questions. And then ten minutes into the meeting, you dismissed me like I didn’t belong there. So tell me, why did you even ask me to come?”He frowns, his jaw tightening slightly. “I didn’t want any confrontation, Loretta. You saw the way Elena was acting from the moment we sat down. She clearly wasn’t expecting that I would show up wit

LorettaI knew that whenever I avoided Mr Prescott at the office for too long, he always came here to look for his rebound or should I call the office Loretta his rebound?He was sitting in his lounge when I walked in. I went straight to the pole to do my thing. But tonight, the look from Mr Prescott was different. He kept staring into my eyes throughout my dance, he didn’t even glance at any other part of me.I walked straight to him and sat on his lap, doing my lap dance. I didn’t want to waste much time so we could get on with whatever decision we had to make, and I would know my fate. Was he really willing to offer that amount of money to sleep with me, or was he just bluffing to get me into his bed?I traced my finger on his shirt and circled it around his nipple. “You know, I have been thinking about your offer for a while now,” I said into his ear.“What about it? Are you considering it now?” he asked.“It’s a huge amount of money for just a night, and since it’s just a one-n

Loretta The meeting had taken longer than expected. The office was almost empty when I walked back to our floor to pack my things and close for the day.I cleared my desk and sat on its edge, waiting for Mr Prescott to return. I was going to give him a piece of my mind for that stunt he pulled in the meeting, almost making me look like a fool in front of everyone.I squeezed my thighs, remembering how his cold fingers had felt on me. The office door opened, and he walked in.I marched straight toward him. “You had no right to touch me like that, especially when there were people around,” I snapped.“But you enjoyed it,” he said smoothly. “I only touched your thigh, and you were already wet for me. If you weren’t, I would have stopped at just caressing your beautiful legs.”“That still doesn’t give you the right to touch me. I have told you before, I am not your toy,” I said, trying to sidestep him and leave.He stepped in front of me. “I haven’t given you permission to close for the