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Alexander I was the kind of man who lost interest in things that weren’t relevant. Sometimes, I did it on purpose. Other times, it just happened. My mind had a way of shutting out unimportant people and things before I even realized it. It was a subconscious filter, eliminating anything or anyone that wasn’t worth my time. And the moment I laid eyes on the average-looking man in front of me, my brain did exactly that. Shut him out. They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but let’s be honest, sometimes, you could. Some covers were just boring and unappealing. And this man? With his practiced smile, his weak handshake, and the way he carried himself like he desperately wanted to be acknowledged? I didn’t even need to read past the first page. My gaze shifted past him, landing on the woman standing behind him. I raised an eyebrow. What ugly eyes. I didn't mean it in the literal sense, some might have even found them pretty, but to me, they were unpleasant. Something
Last Updated : 2025-02-23I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I’m going to kill this bastard
Logan Eight years ago My head pounded, my vision blurred, but I didn’t stop reading. I forced my eyes to focus on the text, trying to absorb the words, but the moment I read them, they slipped from my mind. At some point, the letters began to blur together, and it only made my headache worse. Tomorrow was my last exam, and if I failed, I’d lose my scholarship. Without the scholarship, I wouldn’t make it to the next semester. And if I didn’t make it to the next semester… I’d lose everything I had worked for. I’d be done. To make things worse, the subject was the one I hated the most. History. I mean, who on earth actually liked history? It was like being forced to gossip about dead people from centuries ago. My own life was already a mess, I didn’t have the time or energy to care about someone else’s from a hundred years back. I exhaled, flipping to the next page, forcing my brain to absorb the formulas in front of me. The prestigious school I attended didn’t care how hard I wor
Last Updated : 2025-02-24I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper A queen in a golden cage
Logan "Logan, if the boy’s family doesn’t forgive you, they’ll press charges. And you can say goodbye not only to your life at this school but to your entire future. Joshua’s parents have power with the authorities. They can ruin you. Why would you do something you are not supposed to do? Do you think you are something now that you go to this school? No, Logan you are still a poor orphan with nobody backing you up. You are nothing." The words echoed in my mind as I walked into the girls’ dormitory. Luckily, it was school hours. The hallways were empty. No one saw me slip inside. Not that I cared. None of it mattered right now. I knew she didn’t attend classes during exams. Chloe preferred to study alone, locked away in her room. I remembered her room number. It wasn’t hard to find. I turned the handle. It wasn’t locked. So I stepped inside. As expected from a school this prestigious, the dorm room was grand. It could easily fit seven people at once, yet she had it all to herself.
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Logan Present time I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. Why? Why was I remembering this after all these years? I didn’t know why something I had long forgotten suddenly resurfaced. The moment the words left Alexander’s mouth, it was as if every feeling I had spent years burying came rushing at me. It made me uneasy. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t deny that Chloe had done a lot for me. She had cared for me. She had fought for me. Even though, in the end, she had admitted she never loved me, that it was all pity. That she had only stayed because I was a poor orphan who had no one. It was all a game to her. "Mr. White, are you daydreaming? How disappointing." Alexander indifferent voice cut through my thoughts like a blade. "It was just a simple question," he continued lazily. "You did say you were happily married, didn’t you? So it shouldn’t take you this long to respond." I lifted my gaze. Alexander sat in his chair like a god, completely at ease, as if he had a
Last Updated : 2025-02-24I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Cat got your tongue?
Chloe I slid the picture across the glass counter, pushing it toward the woman. "Here, can you get something like this?" She leaned in, studying the picture closely. My heart pounded as I waited, silently praying for the answer I wanted. But then, she straightened and gave me a polite smile. "I'm sorry, ma’am, but we can’t make the exact same ring. This piece was customized by an expert. We don’t have the capacity to replicate it exactly. Maybe you should try another shop." I pressed my fingers to my temple, a headache forming. This was the fourth jewelry store that had told me the exact same thing. After leaving the cafe, I’d spent the entire day searching, going from one place to another, hoping someone could duplicate the wedding ring. But no one could. I swallowed hard. If I couldn’t replace it soon, someone in the house would notice—especially my mother-in-law. And if she found out… I exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the counter. She wouldn’t only going to s
Last Updated : 2025-02-24I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I could still save this marriage
Chloe I handed the driver the fare, but he simply shook his head. "Don't worry about it, ma'am. You need it more than me," he said with a sympathetic smile before driving off. I stood there, blinking. Wait… what? What did he mean by that? Did he think I was broke? Well… okay, that was technically true, but I could still pay for my own damn ride. So why would he— I paused. Was this because I said I was picking something out for my husband’s mistress? I groaned, rubbing my temples. That was just a joke! I only said it because he was being nosy and making assumptions. But no, he just had to turn it into a pity party. As if I was some helpless, pitiful woman who couldn’t even afford a taxi ride. Unbelievable. Shaking my head, I shoved the money back into my purse and turned to face the department store. It was massive—just like every other King Department Store across the world. I’d never really been a fan of shopping for clothes. Not because I didn’t like them, but because… w
Last Updated : 2025-02-26I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper What was going on?
Chloe You are insane. Totally insane, Chloe. Save this marriage? Why would you even think something like that? Are you fucking dumb? I shook my head, trying to force the thought away. What the hell was wrong with me? I knew better. I knew Logan would never love me again. He would never look at me the way he used to. To him, I was nothing more than a wife in title. I was a trophy to parade around when it benefited him. So why… why was I still trying to fix something that had already shattered beyond repair? I sighed, running a hand down the blue dress I had just tried on. It was elegant and modest, with delicate embroidery tracing the hem and sleeves. The material hugged my waist perfectly before flowing down into a graceful A-line skirt. I turned to leave the dressing room, ready to show Logan if he approved of what I was wearing when I heard hushed voices outside. "Did you see her? Why would someone like him be married to someone like her? I can't believe it. He is way too go
Last Updated : 2025-02-28I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper The scorpion and the frog
Alexander I took a slow sip of my whiskey, letting the familiar burn slide down my throat. My expression remained indifferent as I stared at nothing in particular. Someone was talking, but I had long since tuned them out. A loud smack against the table snapped me back to the present. The impact made the plates rattle, and I lazily lifted my gaze to see Joshua glaring at me, his hand still pressed against the table. "Let me guess, you zoned me out again," he said. I took another sip of my drink and hummed. "Correct." Like I said, sometimes it wasn’t intentional, sometimes my mind simply decided what was worth listening to and what wasn’t. And, as usual, Joshua fell into that category. He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "You're a lost cause, Alexander. Sometimes I think God blessed you with a perfect face and a genius brain, but he completely skipped the part where he was supposed to give you emotions. You have zero EQ." He turned to Leo, who was sitting beside
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Alexander I stepped out of the bedroom, towel in hand, dragging it lazily through my damp hair. I was shirtless, sweatpants slung low on my hips, the hem of my boxers peeking out. The door clicked shut behind me, and the two voices that had been echoing through the hallway fell silent. Joshua and Leo stood stiff as statues, eyes pinned to me like I’d grown a second head. I didn’t need to hear their thoughts, their faces said it all. Shock, curiosity, judgment. Pretty much the usual. I headed toward the kitchen, but Joshua stepped in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" “Considering this is my house, shouldn’t I be the one asking why you’re still in it?” Joshua narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice, and tilted his head toward the closed bedroom door. "Don't play dumb. I know your games, Alex. And they don’t work on me. Leo told me everything. Are you seriously going to pretend to be a stripper?” I glanced at Leo, who was scratching the back of his head like a kid cau
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I was a whore for this man
Chloe The only sound in the room was the ticking clock and our breathing. I wanted to say something, but it was like my voice had forgotten how to function. I just stared at him, heart pounding, words slipping away. Run away? Was that what he thought I was doing? I wasn’t even sure what I had been trying to do. Maybe I just needed air. Maybe I wanted to avoid the reality of waking up in his bed, naked, tangled up with a man who looked at me like I was both his challenge and his reward. My mouth moved before my brain could catch up. “Um… good morning, Alexander. How are you?” God, what a stupid question. He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. I looked away quickly, cheeks burning. Seriously, Chloe? This was ridiculous. Since when did I get shy? Where the hell had all that confidence from last night gone? I caught the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before he leaned in, his eyes locked on mine. “Haven’t you been fucked enough to stop that shyness?” he said, voic
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I was so screwed
Chloe"You, unfortunate, stupid woman. What have you done?"The voice yelled. I blinked, my vision blurry, and slowly forced my eyes open. I couldn’t feel my body anymore, I hadn’t eaten in two days. Even the nurses had stopped trying to convince me."I'm talking to you!" the voice snapped again. "Can't you hear me? Did you lose your tongue like you lost that child?"I flinched, instinctively recoiling. “M-Mother…” I reached out without thinking.A hard slap stung across my hand, and I gasped.“I’m not your mother, you bastard.” She hissed.I bit my dry lips and I stared at Logan’s mother. Her eyes had never held kindness towards me, even right now, she is staring at me with disgust.“She has the nerve to speak,” Layla, my sister-in-law scoffed from behind her. “She should be hiding in shame. Who loses a child and still dares to look anyone in the eye?”“She’s nothing,” his mother continued, stepping closer. “You lost the next heir to the White family. Do you even understand what you’
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Chloe I landed on the bed with a soft thud, the air briefly leaving my lungs as I gasped. My eyes snapped open and he was there. God help me. Alexander stood tall at the foot of the bed, eyes locked on me like I was the only thing that existed in his world. I didn’t know if he truly understood the kind of man he was or maybe he did, and that’s what made him even more dangerous. How many women would kill to be where I was now, to witness what I was seeing? To make a man like him touch them? Shit, his sugar mummy was so fucking lucky. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. Once it was off, he tossed it somewhere across the room. Woah, his body. He looked like he’d been carved by someone who understood beauty at its rawest. Every inch of his skin was toned, hard, and perfect. My throat went dry. My thighs clenched. And still, I couldn’t look away. His fingers moved to the waistband of his black boxers. He pulled them down, and God help me again, because he was
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Eyes on me, Chloe
ChloeI struggled to catch my breath, my face flushing red. My body still tingled from the aftershocks of what had just happened.I looked down at him, my gaze hazy with lust. I had never felt this way before, like my body was no longer my own. The most surprising part was that we did it on the counter. The damn kitchen counter. Where people eat.This was reckless, insane, and completely different from what I was used to. Yet, my body still buzzed, and ached for more. I had never felt anything like this before.With Logan, sex had been… nothing. It felt like a chore, and a duty to fulfill. He had never gone down on me like this before. His hands were always cold, his touch mechanical. He never kissed me or made me feel good. And when he did take me, it was never about me, it was about his own pleasure. I had learned to lie still, take what little I was given, and pretend it was enough.But this man had touched me like I was something to be devoured, like he had been starving and I was
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper You’re already dripping wet
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
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Have you for dessert
Chloe What was going on? No, seriously. What the hell was happening in front of me? Was I dreaming? Had I hit my head on the way here? Or had the horniness finally fried my brain cells beyond repair? Because this couldn’t be real. Why would he cook for me? Even Logan had never done that. Was he trying to impress me? Because if he was, well… it might just be working. I watched as he moved through the kitchen effortlessly, his sleeves rolled up as he reached for ingredients. The way his fingers gripped the knife, slicing through vegetables and onions easily was distracting, but not nearly as distracting as the veins that flexed with every movement of his forearms. Was it normal for a man to look this hot while cooking? Honestly, at this point, I had no idea if I wanted the food or the man. And even though my stomach was protesting against my judgment, every fiber of my body agreed that the man would be better. I wanted to push everything off the counter and pounce on him, and—
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I am fucking horny
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
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Crawl back to me
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
