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Stripping the CEO Shades of Quinn
Shimmering sweaty bodies who craved the worst cruelty of torture were bound to the confinement of handcuffs, their silhouette the most mesmerising sight for people who got off on sadism and masochism. They twisted their arched bodies beneath the dark grey lights, their cries muffled by the balls restraining their lips. Not that their screams of pleasure could pierce through the walls anyway; the rooms were as soundproofed as the identity of the club patrons which had been protected for years. Until a certain young man had found his hands on the database in the guise of registering to join the club. Well, his best part of programming was getting rid of bugs, that and hacking into systems of high corporate organisations which had dared cross him, and helping them decrypt and filter their information according to his idea of what would be important to them. Everything had been going in accordance with his plans, until Luca had detected that virus lurking around the club. There wasn't
Last Updated : 2022-05-27Stripping the CEO Floral
Clara adjusted her sunshades as she rolled her box away from the airport terminal, her slender body clad in a bright yellow summer dress which rode down to her ankles, her exposed arms glowing with the natural tan she had acquired from hours of working on the farm.It had been good to be home, but it felt even better returning to the setting sun of Manhattan which didn't signal the end of a busy day. People briskly made their way past her, hurrying to catch the next flight. If it were a weekend, people like Andre would only be preparing for their night ventures at the club. Thoughts of him reminded her of the message he had left just before she boarded a flight; precise and detailed in informing her that someone would come to pick her up at the airport. She was smiling again as she thought of him, which was virtually all she had done since that gesture of reconciliation between them. He had called every evening to ask how her day had been and without making any pretence, she had be
Last Updated : 2022-05-28Stripping the CEO Ravenous
"More wine?" Clad in dark tailored pants whose colour matched the T-shirt with the top two buttons open, and holding a bottle of red wine which he held towards her, Andre looked every bit the seductive chef who lured people with the both kinds of food.Both which were appetising and made Clara feel that surge of uncontrollable urge to ravish them all the time.Andre made a hell of an amazing cook, a discovery which surprised her as well as it turned her on even more. Dinner had been like a private cocktail party with the perfect ravioli and grilled chicken, and she had of course cleared her plate, eating so much that her stomach felt the impact.She shook her head, her eyes mirroring the kind of satisfaction they always had after rounds of sexual sessions with him. "No, can't take anything else." A familiar teasing smirk graced his beautiful lips as he brought the bottle closer and poured for himself, twirling the glass cup in between his fingers. "You can't taking ANYTHING ELSE, su
Last Updated : 2022-05-29Stripping the CEO Grand Comeback
The best part of soap operas were the plot twists; especially the unexpected ones. For her, it was the part where the lead character returned after a long time to take back what they had lost. She enjoyed it the most when the lead made a grand comeback, the type which held every attention captive and lured it into revolving around them. Clara Lynn had decided that if she were to be a heroine in a fictional tale, she would make choices that would lessen her predictability as much as possible, while at the same time keeping the audience on their toes. Because it was all she could think of, she discarded the idea of wearing the accessories Andre had gifted her at the last minute, choosing a pair of skin embracing thigh high platform boots which boasted of confidence and dripped a spicy sauce of sexiness. Cladding her body was navy-blue power jacket which extended to the thighs, its buttons matching the champagne gold zip running from the top to the bottom of the boots. Perhaps she
Last Updated : 2022-06-02Stripping the CEO Pep Talk?
For the first time over the past few weeks, Andre found himself in a position where his intentions were in question. No office project irrespective of the amount of money it earned him had ever made him as excited as he had been preparing this position for Clara. But the unforgettable look in her eyes didn't nearly match his excitement, pouring cold water instead on the fire which had been burning fiercely in him, putting a halt to the thrill of doing things he'd thought would make her happy behind her back. Was he missing something? Wasn't this what she had always wanted? The beauty of rhetorical questions was that they never answered themselves, and lacking the patience to discover the cause of the problem later, Andre halted in the middle of the hallway and like Clara had done that morning, turned to the opposite direction and took brisk steps towards the elevator, the white jacket which made a clean outline of his wide shoulders flying as he took long calculated strides, the
Last Updated : 2022-06-03Stripping the CEO Upholstery
Her new office was a masterpiece. From its expansive size to the originality Incorporated into the design of each flooring, wallpaper, lightening and furniture, it was akin to being in an official presidential suite. Clara was astounded even before she stepped into her office; the reception itself had first caught her in awe with the calligraphic inscription above the door, 'Clara Lynn, Fashion Design Technician.' It was a moderate sized room which had been recently renovated as well and held small tables and moveable seating in a stylish, elegant way. Adjacent the reception was Jessica's office which was labelled in her name as Clara's personal assistant, exuding the same clean professional energy which couldn't even enable anyone see her position as anything less than serious business. Then there was her office which was designed and furnished to taste, its elegance matching that of a Queen with glass bookcase for documents and the latest design of the company's invention place
Last Updated : 2022-06-06Stripping the CEO The VIP
Brenda and Sophie dropped by during lunch screaming down her office. Well, Sophie was doing that all by herself while Brenda focused her quizzical eyes on Clara, and at the first opportunity they got to be alone started questioning her about Andre and the position.She definitely didn't have the opinion that Clara had got the office because of her involvement with him, but she wasn't pleased with the undefined status of their relationship. Which Clara understood perfectly, but on the other hand, had already chosen to give it time, and so quickly deflected the topic and picked a safer conversation. After they had left, she spent the rest of the day preparing questions for the interviews and making notes of the things she would need to begin the project. By the time the golden hand of the clock signalled the end of the work time, she dismissed Jessica, having made the decision that the younger girl would only work overtime if it was absolutely necessary.She didn't want to repeat the
Last Updated : 2022-06-06Stripping the CEO Mind Games
"Safely arrived with the VIP, over." Clara bit deep into her nails, her eyes still unsteady as it roamed through the window, the position her head had been in since she was escorted into the limo. On each side of her were security agents communicating from time to time over the earplugs stuck in their ears.Just how the fuck had a funny romantic call taken an action note?The car halted in front of Andre's building and the door was opened from one side. She watched as two female agents came down first and did a sweep of the environment, her body fidgeting in fear. Why had she been followed? Andre seemed to know a lot more than she did. "Ma'am, it's safe to alight now." One of the female agents who acted like the leader said to her, gesturing with her hands. Clara swung her small purse over her shoulder and placed one wobbly foot in front of the other, sucking in a deep breath as they led her into the building.Seemed as though she suddenly became invalid whenever she came to Andre's
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Stripping the CEO Epilogue: Ethereal
With each step Clara took towards the doors, she wished there wouldn't be any more surprises because her heart had taken too much of it. Yet as she stepped into the private room which catered to private performances for VIP members, she knew that her wish wouldn't be fulfilled and her heart might just find a way to keep from exploding. It was the room where she had reconciled Adonis with Andre, the foundation of the secret relationship she had started with her boss, boyfriend, and business partner. Including a hell of everything else he was to her. Yet everything from the arrangement to illumination wasn't the same, nor was the mood set by the soft music which blared through the speakers. '...'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections...' John Legend's 'All of Me' had never sounded more emotional, that beautiful voice invoking to her mind memories of the man she had fallen in love with, who stood in the middl
Stripping the CEO Epilogue: Déjà vu
Fuck, her palms joined together of their volition even before she registered that she was clapping, a tear forming in her eyes as the lights went off again. She wasn't even aware of the masked female concierge who came into the room till she perceived an enchanting feminine cologne and darted her eyes towards the direction of the third party. She and the mood she had been cast into already occupied the seats of the first two parties. "Good evening, ma'am. I'll be serving you tonight." She bore a tray of glass and a bottle of wine in the other hand. "A glass please." Clara muttered, suddenly aware of how patched her throat had become with dryness. A cold flute was soon in her hand, and she perceived the unique aroma before bringing it to her lips. It tasted sweetly sinful and smelt like soft sensuality although the alcohol level was only a background complement. Clara's eyes immediately went to the wine bottle with amazement clouding them; it bore an Italian name she couldn't
Stripping the CEO Epilogue: Masterpiece
'I want your body on mine, forever.' A whisper, an imploration, a fucking vow. *** The theme tonight was ethereal. When the car halted in front of the X-Clusive and the chauffeur opened her side of the door, Clara Lynn stared at the tall building which now served as headquarters for another branch in Las Vegas as her Christian Louboutin rhinestone heels stepped on the floors. "Thanks, Will." She muttered to the chauffeur who replied in a similar polite fashion and shut the door, stepping into side with her. Some things like Andre's security following her around hadn't changed over the past one year, especially since their relationship had become public knowledge. But rather than the team who announced the presence of paranoia and made her friends uneasy at events, the slightly older man who doubled as a chauffeur escorted her to public functions. Once the gossip magazines had taken it upon themselves to get pictures of the hunky man opening doors for her, with captions which s
Stripping the CEO Sailed Ship...Yatch
"This is impressive, Clara. I must admit, it's better than I imagined. We're definitely onboard." Literally, they had been onshore for more than four hours because Mr. Holmes apparently included her in her vacation plans for the day, and though she had kept glancing at her watch for the first thirty minutes, Clara hadn't been able to deny that the man did know how to enjoy himself. An ex workaholic in the business world who had decided to take a break as he was fast approaching forty, Holmes was looking for lucrative businesses to invest in so he could enjoy his rest while making money as well. It was a solid plan, and for the first three hours, Clara listened with interest as he talked about his plans for the future and even found herself laughing when he made a joke about wishing to get married to a smart woman who could match his ideas. Like her. A statement which she took care to laugh unnecessarily loudly to, just before making her own joke about already being engaged.
Stripping the CEO Onboard
Andre Quinn was exhausted a few minutes after four in the evening when the hostess who served him another cup of herbal tea announced that they had arrived New York. It was the quickest journey he'd ever made to and fro his hometown, and that was a considerate setting of new record because he had never felt comfortable in the empty expansive mansion since his mother left. His mother. He was still coming to terms with how everything had unfolded, and was getting used to the idea of not mentally referring to Marie as 'the bitch' as he'd done for more than two decades. Even before he was legal enough to think the 'b' word. But giving himself a mental break over the past month had cleansed his spirits to a large extent. Apart from spending more time with his girlfriend and going on a drive with her sometimes in the evening, he had also mustered the courage to place a call to Thailand twice. And even when he'd heard Viscount's voice in the background on one of the occasions, he
Stripping the CEO A Team
Within twenty-four hours, Clara had succeeded in making headlines in office group chats which almost equated Andre Quinn's in international gossip magazines. Virtually every fucking person, including her subordinates turned to CCTV cameras and historians who documented her every move so as to analyse them later. And because her boyfriend thrived on being so damn generous it hurt, he rode the elevator down to her floor during lunch break and walked into her office amdist the obvious scrutinising eyes and fingers waiting for crumbs of information about them. He fed it to them; hot cake and ice cream to wagging tongues, and even offered them a dessert by staying in her office for thirty minutes after instructing her shocked assistant to hold her calls. And in the sweetness of his endless generosity, he gave them a ticket to their next meal when he finally came out of her office with his hand gently grazing her back, his eyes concentrated on hers as she told him about the meeting s
Stripping the CEO Scandalous
"Thanks, babe." *** Clara Lynn was a myriad of forest greenness. Vibrant and arrestingly charming in an army green suit whose skirt was designed to accommodate a slit that currently rode up to her thighs, she revealed an ample amount of eye-catching skin which glowed in creaminess beneath dark panty hose. Adorned with tiny jewelry of nephrite which complemented her skin as perfectly as the bright rays of the sun currently streaming through the open blinds, she had elegance and opulence revolving around her even before she began the meeting. And in addition to her silver blonde hair styled in tiny curls with waterfall braids to create a delicate look which complemented her glass make-up perfectly, she naturally drew attention to herself. However, irrespective of the awareness that she was captivating, Clara didn't make the mistake of being arrogant enough to think she owed it all to her physical appearance. Because over the last twenty-four hours, she had been placed at the cen
Stripping the CEO Game Over
Andre understood what he hadn't said, and stared at the brown envelope with emptiness in his eyes and heart. He... Just needed a rest, a vacation. Marie cleared her throat as Viscount checked the time by the wall clock. Interesting, only twenty-five minutes had passed and twenty-five years worth of anger had been poured out within that short duration of time. "I... I didn't come with Anthony today to mock you, I'm sorry that I'm by his side despite the enmity between you two. I... I will end it with him if our union affects you. You're the most important person to me, baby..." "Becky?" Tony seemed genuinely betrayed and stunned and sad at the same time. Andre didn't know how to feel about any of it. Too many things had happened and his mind could only absorb little at a time. He couldn't give them his blessing because it wasn't in his place and watching his mother with a man who had been like an older brother to him wasn't exactly a sight for sore eyes. She was at least eleven y
Stripping the CEO Poker Game
"Dre..." Marie had started crying, quiet sobs spreading through the quiet room, her lean fingers pressed against her lips to stiffen the cries. But Andre didn't let that deter his continuation of that unpracticed speech. "Why don't you go ahead and pick the one you're the most beautiful in. Oh, you wouldn't know if you don't watch it. Should I play one for you...?" That was the point where Viscount's control snapped, and he stood with a force which made Clara's eyes dizzy for a second from watching him. "You fucking sleazy bastard! You are not in a position to cast judgement on her when you don't have a freaking idea what she's been through. Vengeance? Punishment? I should be the one casting it on you and your bastard of a dad for taking the company. My father fucking killed himself because of the way he was cast out!" "What? My father and I took the company? Remind me the number of times I contacted you after you started giving me the cold shoulder, asking what had gone wrong.
