Alexander
“How much for the night, handsome?” I’d heard plenty of absurd things in my life. After all, people had a knack for saying stupid things without thinking, as if words just spilled out of their mouths before their brains caught up. But those things had never once gotten a reaction out of me. I was far too busy, too indifferent to care about people that didn't matter. And they never crossed the line—they never dared to. They cherished their lives. But never—never in my damn life had someone said those words to me before. Never have I had those degrading words thrown at my face without a second thought. Never had a woman looked at me like I was a piece of meat, as if she wanted nothing more than to have her way with me. The audacity. The sheer audacity. Does this woman have a death wish? The corner of my mouth twitched in annoyance. She looked up at me and smiled—a bold, infuriating smile that made my jaw tighten. She didn't even seem to care about the way my eyes darkened and my arms tightened around her. Was she bold or crazy? “So, what do you say? Would you spend the night with me? I’ll make it worth your while.” She said seductively, her words were likely meant to sound enticing, but they grated on my nerves. Yeah, definitely crazy. I didn’t respond. Instead, I tilted my head slightly, studying her with disinterest, before I let her go. Her body hit the floor with a thud, and she landed unceremoniously on her ass. I brushed my shirt as if her mere touch had dirtied the fabric. My gaze flicked downward, and I stared at how pathetic she looked. Familiar, my foot; I would never know a woman as pathetic as she. What a waste of time. How could I have thought, even for a second, that I knew someone like her? A woman so crude, so uncivilized? I wasn’t close to any woman, to begin with, and certainly not someone who reeked of desperation. I turned around and towards the exit. To hell with Leo's bachelor party. The entire club felt suffocating now. I strode out without looking back. Thomas, my secretary, was already waiting by the car. The moment he saw me, he stepped forward and opened the door, bowing slightly. Without a word, I slipped inside. But just as the door was about to close, something—or rather, someone pushed Thomas out of the way and shoved me further into the car. I blinked, startled, when she slid in beside me and slammed the door shut behind her. I looked at her in shock, unable to believe what was happening. The same crazy woman had forced her way into my car, ignoring my boundary like she owned the space. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I said, glaring at her. She tilted her head, her messy hair falling into her face, and gave me a wide grin. “What do you think?” Her words threw me off for a moment, but before I could respond, she leaned toward me. The smell of alcohol wafted off her, and I instinctively leaned back, keeping as much distance as possible. She didn’t seem to notice or care. She placed one hand on the car door beside me, effectively trapping me against the seat, and smirked, her face far too close for comfort. “I want a strip show.” Huh. My gaze darkened. “What did you just say?” “I said, I want a strip show,” she slurred, her grin widening. “Can’t you hear me, or are you shy? You don’t need to be shy; you do it all the time. I understand, I’m the prettiest client you’ve ever had, but you don’t need to get starstruck because of me. I'm still human, you know.” For a moment, I just stared at her, disbelief coursing through me. Was this woman serious? Did she just mistake me for a... stripper? Me? I looked her up and down, trying to process what she had just said. My mind raced, and anger bubbled to the surface. Who did she think I was, and why the hell did she think she could get away with something like this? Does she want to meet her marker sooner than expected? “Get off.” I said, my voice dangerously low. “Who do you think you are talking to—” “A Greek god,” she interrupted, pointing a slightly wobbly finger at me. “You’re a Greek god. Look at you! Perfect jawline, perfect suit, perfect everything.” She sighed dreamily, her eyes half-lidded from the alcohol, before leaning back just slightly. “So, let's spend the night together, just you and me. I will pay you well.” My jaw tightened as I leaned forward slightly. “If you don’t get out of this car in the next five seconds, I’ll personally throw you out.” She flinched then smirked, “Oh, I like the angry ones. Adds to the charm.” My jaw clenched tightly, I had reached my limit with this nonsense. I’d tolerated her drunken rambling, her ridiculous advances, and now this. Enough. I moved to push her off me, my hand reaching for her arm, but before I could act, she was faster. Much faster. In one swift motion, she pulled me down and climbed onto my lap. I froze. The stupidity of this woman was beyond anything I’d encountered before, but that wasn’t what stopped me. No, it was the way she looked at me, her blue eyes locking onto mine, it made my breath hitch in my throat. Those eyes. Why the hell did she look so familiar? I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think. It was like I was in a trance. And then she leaned closer, her body pressing into mine. A warmth I wasn’t familiar with spread through my body. It wasn’t the heat of anger or irritation, but something that unsettled me more than I cared to admit. Her sweet scent drifted toward me as she leaned in, her lips brushing dangerously close to my ear. My hands instinctively gripped the edges of the chair, and my body tensed. “See? You want me too. Your dick is pressing into me.”Chloe Shameless are many words. Shameless is your husband cheating on you with the maid. Shameless is when they grope each other like rabid animals, like you’re nothing more than a ghost haunting the walls of your own home. Shameless is the way they laugh, touch, and linger around the house without even the decency to pretend you exist. Shameless is when your family looks at you, shrugs, and says, “Deal with it.” But this... this wasn’t shamelessness. This was something far uglier, something so disgusting it made shameless seem like a compliment. This was a new level of humiliation, a new depth of degradation. “What did you just say?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. I wasn’t sure if it was fury or disbelief shaking me. Amelia, the woman my husband claimed he couldn’t live without, smiled like a predator toying with its prey. Her lips curved into a cruel smirk as her eyes swept over me, cold and condescending. She looked at me the way someone might look at something sti
Chloe How had it come to this? How had we fallen so far? Why wasn’t anything going according to plan? I was supposed to be married to the love of my life, have children for him, be the perfect housewife. That was how I was trained, that was how I thought it was supposed to be. So, why? Why was the man I had loved for a long time doing this to me? Once, I had loved him with everything I had. Logan was my first love. My only love. We had been everything to each other as teenagers. I had been willing to sacrifice everything for him. Even when my father threatened to kill him if I didn’t leave him, I had to push him away to save his life. I still remembered the look in his eyes when I coldly rejected him, shattering both our hearts. I hated every second of it, but what choice did I have? My father would have destroyed him. And then, five years later, everything changed. Logan had returned, no longer the poor orphan boy I’d fallen for, but one of the richest men in the country
Chloe “I want a div—” A sharp pain exploded across my cheek before I could even finish. The force of the slap sent me sprawling to the ground, my knees scraping against the floor as I fell. My head pounded, my vision blurred, and my cheek throbbed and I tasted the metallic tang of blood on my lips. I wanted to cry, but I refused to let the tears fall. I pressed my forehead against the cold marble floor, trying to steady my breathing. “Put your head up,” a voice barked, cold and venomous. My chest tightened as I hesitated, but the command was not a suggestion. Slowly, I lifted my head, my eyes stinging as I looked up. My older brother, Richard, stood above me, his face twisted in disgust. His sharp features, so much like my own, bore down on me. “Repeat what you just said,” he ordered, his voice quiet now, but that made it even more dangerous. I swallowed hard. I had never gone against my family before. I had known what I was walking into when I came here—known the kind of pe
Alexander The air reeked of alcohol, sweat, and desperation. People swayed on the dance floor like they were possessed, women grinding against men as if their lives depended on it. Voices rose over the music as they flirted shamelessly with every man. Men who craved attention, surrounded by women who wouldn’t normally even look at them if they met outside, were happy and excited at the chance of touching a beautiful woman, even if what they wanted was to suck their pockets dry. How pathetic. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs and closing my eyes, letting out a slow breath. What the hell was I doing here again? This place wasn’t my type of scene. The flashing lights, the chaos, the cloying perfume that hung heavy in the air. Annoying. Yet, here I was, sitting in the private section like a king presiding over a court of fools. I opened my eyes and scanned the crowd lazily. Then, out of nowhere, a woman walked toward me, her hips swaying deliberately, a glass of wine in
Chloe I swayed my hips, moving to the beat like a crazed woman. The music pulsed through my body, and I let myself get lost in it. I shook my body, my hair whipped around my face, my dress flowing with my movements, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I was smiling. The people around me clapped, clearly enjoying the energy I brought. I laughed as the women I'd joined on stage moved together with me like we were old friends. We danced like we owned the stage, like this was our moment, and nothing else mattered. I spun around, my arms raised high above my head. This was so fucking fun!!! But not everyone was happy. I caught the irritated expressions of a few men in the crowd, their gazes flickering over me in disdain. No doubt they would rather have someone sexier, someone who fit their fantasies, dancing on stage—a perfectly sculpted, half-naked woman. Certainly not someone like me. Like hell I care. Fuck them all. They get what they get. Greedy little cunt
Alexander “How much for the night, handsome?” I’d heard plenty of absurd things in my life. After all, people had a knack for saying stupid things without thinking, as if words just spilled out of their mouths before their brains caught up. But those things had never once gotten a reaction out of me. I was far too busy, too indifferent to care about people that didn't matter. And they never crossed the line—they never dared to. They cherished their lives. But never—never in my damn life had someone said those words to me before. Never have I had those degrading words thrown at my face without a second thought. Never had a woman looked at me like I was a piece of meat, as if she wanted nothing more than to have her way with me. The audacity. The sheer audacity. Does this woman have a death wish? The corner of my mouth twitched in annoyance. She looked up at me and smiled—a bold, infuriating smile that made my jaw tighten. She didn't even seem to care about the way my e
Chloe I swayed my hips, moving to the beat like a crazed woman. The music pulsed through my body, and I let myself get lost in it. I shook my body, my hair whipped around my face, my dress flowing with my movements, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I was smiling. The people around me clapped, clearly enjoying the energy I brought. I laughed as the women I'd joined on stage moved together with me like we were old friends. We danced like we owned the stage, like this was our moment, and nothing else mattered. I spun around, my arms raised high above my head. This was so fucking fun!!! But not everyone was happy. I caught the irritated expressions of a few men in the crowd, their gazes flickering over me in disdain. No doubt they would rather have someone sexier, someone who fit their fantasies, dancing on stage—a perfectly sculpted, half-naked woman. Certainly not someone like me. Like hell I care. Fuck them all. They get what they get. Greedy little cunt
Alexander The air reeked of alcohol, sweat, and desperation. People swayed on the dance floor like they were possessed, women grinding against men as if their lives depended on it. Voices rose over the music as they flirted shamelessly with every man. Men who craved attention, surrounded by women who wouldn’t normally even look at them if they met outside, were happy and excited at the chance of touching a beautiful woman, even if what they wanted was to suck their pockets dry. How pathetic. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs and closing my eyes, letting out a slow breath. What the hell was I doing here again? This place wasn’t my type of scene. The flashing lights, the chaos, the cloying perfume that hung heavy in the air. Annoying. Yet, here I was, sitting in the private section like a king presiding over a court of fools. I opened my eyes and scanned the crowd lazily. Then, out of nowhere, a woman walked toward me, her hips swaying deliberately, a glass of wine in
Chloe “I want a div—” A sharp pain exploded across my cheek before I could even finish. The force of the slap sent me sprawling to the ground, my knees scraping against the floor as I fell. My head pounded, my vision blurred, and my cheek throbbed and I tasted the metallic tang of blood on my lips. I wanted to cry, but I refused to let the tears fall. I pressed my forehead against the cold marble floor, trying to steady my breathing. “Put your head up,” a voice barked, cold and venomous. My chest tightened as I hesitated, but the command was not a suggestion. Slowly, I lifted my head, my eyes stinging as I looked up. My older brother, Richard, stood above me, his face twisted in disgust. His sharp features, so much like my own, bore down on me. “Repeat what you just said,” he ordered, his voice quiet now, but that made it even more dangerous. I swallowed hard. I had never gone against my family before. I had known what I was walking into when I came here—known the kind of pe
Chloe How had it come to this? How had we fallen so far? Why wasn’t anything going according to plan? I was supposed to be married to the love of my life, have children for him, be the perfect housewife. That was how I was trained, that was how I thought it was supposed to be. So, why? Why was the man I had loved for a long time doing this to me? Once, I had loved him with everything I had. Logan was my first love. My only love. We had been everything to each other as teenagers. I had been willing to sacrifice everything for him. Even when my father threatened to kill him if I didn’t leave him, I had to push him away to save his life. I still remembered the look in his eyes when I coldly rejected him, shattering both our hearts. I hated every second of it, but what choice did I have? My father would have destroyed him. And then, five years later, everything changed. Logan had returned, no longer the poor orphan boy I’d fallen for, but one of the richest men in the country
Chloe Shameless are many words. Shameless is your husband cheating on you with the maid. Shameless is when they grope each other like rabid animals, like you’re nothing more than a ghost haunting the walls of your own home. Shameless is the way they laugh, touch, and linger around the house without even the decency to pretend you exist. Shameless is when your family looks at you, shrugs, and says, “Deal with it.” But this... this wasn’t shamelessness. This was something far uglier, something so disgusting it made shameless seem like a compliment. This was a new level of humiliation, a new depth of degradation. “What did you just say?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. I wasn’t sure if it was fury or disbelief shaking me. Amelia, the woman my husband claimed he couldn’t live without, smiled like a predator toying with its prey. Her lips curved into a cruel smirk as her eyes swept over me, cold and condescending. She looked at me the way someone might look at something sti