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Chloe “Are you insane?!” Stella’s scream echoed through the apartment, making me wince. “Why are you yelling?” I said, holding my towel tightly around me. My hair was damp, and I had just taken a warm shower to clear my mind. I really needed it after last night’s madness “Why am I yelling?!” she shouted, sitting up on the bed. “How could you accept a drink from someone in a club? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?” I sighed, rubbing my temple. “The bartender gave it to me, okay? Besides, I was already drunk by then. I didn’t know what I was doing.” “This is why you should never go to a club without me! I understand this was your first time, but there’s one rule every woman must follow if you want to stay safe.” I frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed as I pulled on the clean, presentable clothes she had lent me. “What rule?” “Never, ever drink anything that isn’t made in front of you. Don’t even think about trying something different unless you’ve seen people drink
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Chloe “Where is your stupid friend?! Does she think she can hide it any longer? How dare she even think of doing that!” My heart dropped. Stella and I locked eyes, both wide-eyed and frozen in shock. I felt suffocated, it was as if the air in the room was closing up around me. I couldn't breathe as my mother-in-law's words echoed in my ear. “I know she is there with you.” She continued, her voice loud. “She left her phone here, so give the slut the ph—” Without a word, Stella hurriedly ended the call, her shaky fingers fumbling with the screen as she hung up. She clutched her chest, taking a step back. “Shit. H-how does she know?” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Was I right? Is she really a witch?!” I wasn’t listening. My thoughts were racing. Does she know? Does she know I cheated on her son, and slept with another man? My eyes darted around the room, and a chill ran down my spine as panic clawed its way through me. Was I followed? Had Logan sent someone a
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Chloe Slam! Something struck the side of my head, hard. My vision blurred as I staggered back, a sharp pain spreading through my skull. The sound of shattering glass rang in my ears as the vase crashed to the floor, breaking into a hundred jagged pieces. I barely registered the warm, wet sensation trickling down my forehead until I saw it—drops of red splattering against the cold tiles. Blood. I blinked, my head throbbing, before slowly looking down at the growing crimson stain on the floor. “Woah, Mom,” a voice drawled lazily. “Your aim is better than before. I almost didn’t see it with how fast that throw was. Your personal trainer is really good.” I slowly lifted my gaze, my pulse pounding in my ears. Sitting comfortably on the couch, completely unfazed, were two women. My mother-in-law and Layla, my sister-in-law. My mother-in-law was casually admiring her nails, while Layla was smirking like she had just watched something mildly entertaining. “Really?” my mother-in-law
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Chloe I walked upstairs, one hand pressed against my throbbing forehead. At least it didn’t hit my eye, I thought dryly. That would’ve been a whole new level of pain to deal with. Lucky me. All I wanted now was to get to my room, shut the door, and block out the world, even if just for a moment. But as I reached for the door handle, it swung open before I could touch it. Amelia. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a smug, knowing smile curving her lips. The kind of smile that said I’ve won. I stiffened, my eyes flickering past her, scanning my room, or at least, what used to be my room. It looked different. Slightly rearranged. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. Logan had given Amelia exactly what she wanted. She was in the master bedroom now. I inhaled slowly, trying to swallow the anger rising within me. All I wanted was to slap that smirk right off her face. Amelia leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “Now do you see how worthless you are t
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Chloe “That dickhead. How dare he say that?” I sighed as Stella slammed her hand on the table, making the silverware clatter. I took another sip of my hot chocolate, letting the warmth spread through me. For the first time in a week, I felt calm. Unlike my best friend, who looked like she was about to flip the entire table over. “That motherfucker,” she spat, her dark eyes burning with fury. “He really told you to stay away from me? Me?! Like I’m some kind of bad influence?” I set my cup down, looking at her with amusement. Well, to be fair, Stella was a bad influence. Just not in the way Logan thought. Stella turned to me so fast that my drink almost spilled, but I caught it just in time, gulping it down before it could slosh over the table. “Wait,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “Is that why you haven’t been answering my calls for a week? Because that fucker doesn’t want us to be friends?” “Amelia was monitoring me like a hawk. She wouldn’t let me be alone for even a second. I
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Alexander “Name your price for the land. Any price, name it, and it’ll be in your account immediately. If you value your life, you’ll agree.” The line beeped, the abrupt sound echoing in the silent office. I stared at the phone in my hand, my grip tightening as a cold wave of disbelief settled over me. She hung up. She actually hung up on me. She didn’t ask who I was. She didn’t ask what I wanted. She didn’t even pretend to consider my offer. She just hung up on me. I didn’t need to look up to see the expressions on Leo and Thomas’s faces—they were as stunned as I was. “What just happened?” Thomas finally blurted out, his voice hesitant, as if he himself couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. “Did she just hang up on you, sir?” I exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening. This morning, Thomas had finally managed to track down the phone number of the landowner. For some reason, he hadn’t been able to retrieve any personal details, it was just the number. No name, no h
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Alexander I watched her. I wanted to study her body. To learn every curve, every spot that made her shudder. I wanted to hear her moans when I pushed her past the edge, to feel the way her body clenched around me as she begged for more. I wanted to know how many times she could cum before she forgot her own name, and everything else. She would never run from me again. I would make sure that whenever she came, the only name on her lips was mine. My hand slid up her thigh, pushing her dress higher. She met my gaze, her pupils blown wide, hazy with need. I grabbed the fabric of her dress and dragged it up over her head, leaving her in nothing but her underwear before tossing it somewhere across the room. I took her in. White lace. It was simple and innocent, yet it nearly shattered my control the moment I saw it on her. She made me want to lose control. I hated it. But fuck, I wanted her. “Y-you—” she stammered. I pulled her flush against me. “You don’t remember my name, d
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Chloe I am fucking horny. No, worse than that. I am aching, throbbing, and shamelessly horny. The kind of horny that makes your thighs clench together for even the tiniest bit of friction. The kind that leaves your panties soaked, your skin flushed, your breath coming out in these tiny, pathetic gasps. And the worst part? The absolute worst part? This fucking man knows it. Oh, he knows. And he’s enjoying every damn second of it. I don’t know what’s more infuriating, the fact that he’s been teasing me this entire car ride, knowing I’m losing my mind, or the fact that I like it. I barely remember getting into the car. Didn’t care to ask why his supposed sugar mommy had given him a luxury ride with a private driver. Didn’t give a fuck about anything except the growing ache between my legs. His fingers drag slow circles along the inside of my thigh, never going where I need him to. Every time I shift, silently begging for more, he pulls away, only to do it again. I grip his wri
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Logan Needy moans echoed through the walls of the hotel room. I took a slow sip of my wine, barely paying attention to Amelia, who was sprawled out on the bed beside me, her legs spread wide, her fingers disappearing between her thighs as she pleasured herself like a desperate whore. “Fuck,” she gasped, arching her back, her breath hitching as she circled her clit, her other hand palming her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, her body trembling with each slow stroke she gave herself. “Logan,” she moaned breathlessly, dragging out my name. “God, I’m so wet. I need you.” I didn’t look at her. My mind was elsewhere. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop hearing Chloe's voice. "You are a monster." I ran a hand through my hair, scowling. Chloe had looked me straight in the eye today, her gaze filled with a hatred I had never seen in her before. I should have brushed it off like I always did. But for some reason, I co
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Chloe “Six minutes.” I muttered to myself. The time was driving me insane. I had never wanted time to slow down so badly in my life. How was I supposed to do this? I wasn’t seductive. I wasn’t the type of woman who made men lose control. I was a housewife, a woman who had spent years being ignored, dismissed. The last time I had tried to seduce Logan, he had laughed, insulted me, and then fucked Amelia in the next room just to make sure I heard it. That night had destroyed any illusion I had about myself. If I couldn’t seduce a man like Logan, what made me think I could seduce him? A deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Are you just going to stand there?” he mused, lounging back in his chair like a king waiting to be entertained. “Is it so hard for you to seduce me?” I looked up, meeting his gaze. He was already watching me. He knew I was struggling. And he was enjoying every second of it. Was this some kind of revenge for last time? For how I had thrown myself at him i
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Chloe “Touch what’s mine, and I’ll personally send you to hell.” His words sent a sudden heat between my legs. What the hell? I had no idea my body could react like this from just a few words. Or maybe it wasn’t just the words. Maybe it was the way he towered behind me like a personal bodyguard, ready to cut down anyone who touched me. Maybe it was the way his hand gripped my waist in a possessive way, maybe it was the way he growled those words so close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. Anytime I was near this man, my sex drive just shot up. What kind of ridiculous sex appeal was this? It wasn’t normal. “You fucking bastard!!” Otis’ furious voice snapped me out of my daze. He jerked his head up to glare at the man behind me, only for his entire face to drain of color. He looked like he’d just seen the devil. "So confident before. Cat got your tongue now?" “I…. I—” Confusion flickered through me. That reaction was strange. And not just that—the whol
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I’ll personally send you to hell
Chloe The bass pulsed through the club, vibrating through me as I moved to the beat. The VIP section was dim, flashes of blue and purple lights streaking across our skin as we danced. I swayed my hips, my fingers trailing up my curves before sliding into my hair, letting it fall down my back as I rolled my body to the music. Mia twirled beside me, her hands in the air, her laughter spilling out as another girl grabbed her waist and spun her around. A redhead in a leather mini skirt pressed against me, her body moving in sync with mine as we laughed together. “Damn, girl,” she shouted over the music. “You sure you don’t do this often?” I shook my head. “First time.” Mia slid an arm around my shoulders, holding up a shot glass with her other hand. “Well, you’re a natural.” She tipped the glass back, downing the liquor before handing me another. “Come on, drink with us, birthday girl.” I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s not my birthday.” She shrugged. “It is tonight.” I took the
