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PICKING UP WHERE EVERYTHING IS LEFT OFF. SYNOPSIS OF BOOK 2 BILLIONAIRE'S STRIPPER DOLL: Tobias Ashford, the self made Billionaire, slept with Hazel Cameron, an unusual Stripper in a drunken night and now she was fixed on making him take responsibility for stealing her virginity.

Crying wasn't going to solve anything. Checking around she only saw a cheque of five billion dollars and a note vividly explaining how tight and good she was in bed got her all flared up, the person had written that note like she was nothing but a dirty whore who should be grateful for a generous tip. Paying her off for a night stand was bad but making her look like a slut was the least she could contain with, that son of bas**rd should be lucky they never met gave to face and also for the fact she had no idea who he was or she would have taunted him to death and told him how much of a fool he was, the nerve of that b**ch.

She said: “If you are looking for me to ask for a tip for that night, I can give it to you, I am very poor and have no money so you take this place and go home. I’m busy studying, if nothing else we’ll end the conversation here. I hope we won’t meet again, I was drunk that day, you were drunk too, so don’t care about each other, just like two strangers.” Basil looked at the five dollars in his hand with angry eyes, he was the richest man in T city and needed her money? What about a tip after a one-night stand? She was fed up with real life, he angrily stepped forward and said: “There’s something wrong with me coming to find you.”

We also didn't turn on the light for effect. I curled myself to Zach with my head resting on his chest. He held my hand while one of his hands was behind me. "I can't believe he just did that for the sake of money," Zach said, disagreeing. "If I were that guy I'd rather be poor with her than be rich without her," Zach commented while shaking his head. "You also can't blame them if they prefer money for the one night stand, Zach." The man in the story was in a hurry and when they went to Vegas I guess? To gamble and find their luck, there was a rich man who liked his wife. And he offered big money for a one night stand.

Vivian’s POV It's been a month since the one night stand with a total stranger and my shocking breakup with Sam. I had not healed completely, but I had no choice but to continue living. My mom kept asking me about Sam, hoping to help us with our wedding. I could tell how happy she was to see her little girl get a man who could protect her and stay with her forever. And the happiness in her face just stopped me from telling her the truth every time I wanted to.

He asked like he was daring me to say I didn't. But how was I supposed to understand all that when he was speaking so fast? He's looking for reasons to not like me, that much is obvious. How do I explain to my parents that I came here single and now I'm suddenly married to a freaking billionaire? “If you would please speak slowly, then it would be appreciated,” I say, faking a smile. And it was clear he heard the sass in my voice because his lips formed a frown as he stared at me, clearly not appreciating the tone.

Her mind struggled to process what was happening, but the drug was too strong. She pulled her phone from her bag and made a call; “Hello, she's ready for you. Do whatever you want with her.” She said, smirking. Unbeknownst to them, a few floors below, Landon Malcolm was celebrating a deal that would solidify his status as one of New York's youngest billionaires. His friends, always eager for a good time, had spiked his drink, urging him to let loose for once. "Come on, Landon, just one more!" his friend, Ty, laughed, pushing another glass into his hand.

The flickering flames cast shadows that dance over our skin and the fake crackle from the logs mimics what’s happening between my legs. This is a seduction meant to prove our desire for each other transcends the auction. That is both intriguing and…depressing. Because, again, this is only a one-night stand. Never to be repeated. Perhaps that’s the reason for the carte blanche I’m giving—and which he’s taking advantage of. Or… Maybe I’m totally off base and something different is at play here. Rather than joining me on the bed, he tears his gaze from me and turns away.

Lisa stood there, confused and quite surprised at everything Branden had just said. "You...you're the one who brought me here that night?" She stammered out in disbelief. Branden nodded in response. "Yes, I am, from the club downtown. Some lunatic was trying to take advantage, so I intervened and brought you somewhere safe." Lisa's head spun as the memories all came running back. This powerful billionaire had been her rescuer that fateful evening. Branden, sensing her confusion, he reached out for her shoulders, "It's alright, dear; you were quite intoxicated; I'm just glad I was there to help.”

The rest of the night passed so fast, and it was the morning of my father’s wedding. I stood beside him as he beamed with joy. I had never seen him this happy since the incident, and I tried not to ruin it. I stood behind him as the best man, and the bride walked towards him. My eyes settled on the brunette behind the bride, and I held my breath. She looked so familiar, just like the girl from yesterday, but I wasn’t so sure it was her just yet. As soon as she stood beside me, we made contact, and she gasped, confirming that she was indeed my one-night stand from last night.