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So this is what I get for thinking that my good intentions would outweigh my terrible decision-making skills—ending up in a perverted stranger’s hands.Fuck.If I knew this blonde motherfucker had only helped me to satisfy his blue balls, I would have stayed seated on top of Konstantin’s lap.He was stern, cold-blooded, and definitely had the certainty of murdering me the moment I was out of this mansion written on his face. But hey, at least I would be sure he’s not about to force-feed me with his cock.Or in all honesty, I would have given him my entire permission.The mansion was now surrounded by fog, and I couldn’t see anything. Given how we drove all the way up mountains and treks just to get here earlier, I figured there’d be no neighbors to hear my plea as well. The house was isolated as fuck.“Let me go, you dirty motherfucker!” My screams were muffled as Josh tightened his grip over my lips, almost forcing my head onto the wall. I could feel my tears collecting at the corner

“Hi, I’m Lisa’s manager,” The blonde man in his tight suit, flushed red face probably from the booze he’s been drinking all night and that oddly—probably fake gold watch, introduced himself.If I was sober and not in the utmost need of help, I would definitely laugh thinking how someone like him would be a believable manager. But no, this is a slut dancer group we’re talking about. So perhaps an alcoholic would be a fit guardian of all those sick girls.I subtly took a peek at Konstantin Morozov’s reaction. He still doesn’t know who I am, just that I’m a dancer and he’s at a party, so he’s getting what he was invited for. A lap dance is not a big deal when it comes to experienced sluts and I should be appearing as one.“I need you backstage right now.” He orders. My brows raised from how much command was in his tone. Probably from trying so hard to be ‘my manager’ but I did ask him for help so however this situation should turn out, it’s going to be my fault.It was quick but it didn’

“I’m a really bad dancer, just so you know that.” I stammer as I try to keep up pace with the bald man in a suit. “Like, really bad. I might kick your boss in like—on his chest.” I added and he stopped in his tracks to turn around, lowering his black glasses only to sarcastically raise his brows at me.“Really? At a lap dance?” He asked and I swallowed the lump in my throat to try and breathe well. “It’s totally possible.” I arrogantly replied. Great. This is just great. A personal escort to my doom. I just hope the awkward dance moves are about to be part of the charm.I could feel harsh lasers piercing the back of my head and I slowly turn around to see the Mayor’s daughter fuming with an employee beside her holding a box of tissues. If that is not a bad omen, I don’t know what is.God, she must be freaking angry. I’m going to be lap dancing on top of the man she’s desperate to be with.After the employee stated it was Kokstantin who requested me, it was clear that staying a thousa

Blending in has never been my strongest suit, especially when it involves pole dancing and psychopaths. I was taught to dance by world-renowned professionals from all over the world, but not this—no, not this. As much as my father wanted me to seduce men, which would mean dancing like this in a nurse costume would be a good start, but no, he never had someone teach me this.So I blended in, or so I thought.“Damn, girl. You got accepted here with those moves? Their standards are low these days.” one of them whispers as she does a split in front of some old men who I recall I last saw on the government news.“Oh, come on. I’m trying my best here.” I mumble behind the mask. It’s not very easy knowing someone from afar is staring at you with blood-red eyes which will be the color of the liquid that will be coming out of my body if I get caught. So as much as I abhor myself for this, I dance my heart out like the bitch I was raised.I’m running my hands all over my body as slutty as I c

Apparently, escaping from the clutches of dangerous men has been my new normal these days. This time from someone exceptionally good-looking. Perhaps if he’s not threatening to blast my head away with a bullet, I might actually consider seducing him.I could feel his hot breath fanning my cheeks and I instantly took a step back when it was beginning to pull out some liquid in me that shouldn’t come out. “I-I . . . I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” I stutter, forcing a smile at him with shaky breaths. Crap, crap, crap. I have got to go. I need to run far from this place. But I can’t get out of here without pulling something out of the Mayor’s daughter.“Where are you going?” I was whipped around when the nicest girl on the table hoisted me by the arm and turned me to the Mayor’s daughter, who’s still crying, but this time, confusion was etched on her face. She’s probably a little shocked as to why her murderously attractive crush is suddenly interested in the girl who ruins other peopl

Staring down danger over a tea party is a great reminder that life loves throwing curveballs when you’re least prepared. But on the bright side, I think I’m finally sure he’s six-foot five.I swallow the lump in my throat as those muddy, red eyes penetrated through my very being, sending electricity shooting down my spine. I could see the way his gaze swept over me even with the man in front of him still speaking to him. It’s like he was weighing my every secret. It’s scary, I want to look away, but I can’t. As they say, the most dangerous connections are the ones that make your skin crawl in fear and your body to heat in arousal.“Evangeline . . .” It’s both disgusting and confusing. I can’t believe he, a total stranger, would be able to make me feel so small under that lethal gaze. “Evangeline . . .” My heart hammered wildly. My hands, trembling despite my efforts to keep them steady, clenched into tight fists on the new dress my father paid for. Is he seeing me do that? Does h