All Chapters of His Stripper: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

OLLIESince leaving June wasn't an option, getting his father off his back was what Ollie was going to do.For years, he hadn't had to deal with his father as he was a negligible threat. But now, his father was about to become a direct threat to June and Ollie wouldn’t allow that. He wouldn't wish his father on his worst enemy, let alone June.Getting information about his father wasn't hard work. He'd lived with this man for the first eighteen years of his life. Though, he didn't know all the details about his father's shady business, knew enough to blackmail him.He’d called his father to meet him here, and the old man had gladly accepted. Ollie had expected that—his father would latch onto any opportunity to interfere in his life.He ascended the stairs, heading toward the private room he'd booked. His jaw tightened with each step, knowing his father would provoke him until he snapped which would lead to a fight. That was why he’d booked a private room in the first place.When he op

OLLIEHe and June hadn't said another word after they left the boutique. She looked beautiful, breathtaking even. She was the kind of beautiful that made the world fade away and time slow down. She was mesmerizing like that.He’d wanted to tell her that. To say aloud that she was anything but ugly. That she could never be, not in a thousand lifetimes, be anything less than extraordinary to him. But then he hated that his reassurance might sound patronizing, so instead, he swallowed his words and let silence stretch between them.For the hundredth time, his gaze drifted to her, drinking in every detail like an artist committing a masterpiece to memory. He couldn’t not look at her. Her dress hugged her curves in a way he adored. Her hair was tied into an elegant updo that revealed her delicate jawline.It wasn’t the dress that made her beautiful, though. It never was. Fancy clothes didn’t enhance June’s beauty; they simply existed alongside it. He’d seen her in unflattering clothes, in o

OLLIEWithout a second thought, Ollie let his legs took him towards June. He reached her side in moments, his arms sliding around her waist. She didn’t respond, didn’t even flinch. Her wide eyes stared ahead, vacant, as though she were lost somewhere far beyond the room they stood in."June." He gave her a light shake to pull her from wherever her mind had gone. When she didn’t respond, he tried again, this time louder. "June."She jolted, and her eyes darted wildly, scanning the room as though to make sense of her surroundings. Finally, her gaze landed on Ollie. She stared at him as if he were a stranger before recognition flickered in her eyes, followed by a wave of relief."Ollie." Her voice trembled as if he could make everything right. And he decided right there that he would, whatever it was."What is it, June?"June swallowed hard, her lips parting as if to answer, but no sound came out. Her gaze darted nervously to the floor. She seemed to fold into herself, her hands tremblin

OLLIEThis was the first time the progression of a project didn't elate him. Ollie was always eager to quickly get over a project and move to a new one but it wasn't the case for this one. Because they would also mean letting June go and Ollie wasn't ready for such. Hell, he'd never be ready.He weaved through the crowd, his feet taking long strides towards June.His lips curled into a gradual smile, forming without his permission as he caught a glimpse of her brown hair. The fake dating had just started, and Ollie already couldn't help himself. As if he had been able to help himself before when it came to June. He'd lied about it being a show for David while it wasn’t for him. He needed to feel her, to touch her, to breathe her. He needed everything that was June.His smile faltered as quickly as it had formed, and his heart dropped into his gut. Standing too close to June, while speaking words he couldn’t hear was the last person he wanted near her. He'd warned his father to stay awa

JUNE"So this is what will keep it from getting worse?" Ollie asked, his tone half-curious, half-amused, as June dabbed the ice pack gently on his palm.June chastised herself internally. Why had she impulsively invited Ollie in again?"Yes," she mumbled."Ah. I could have done it myself.""If you’d waited it could’ve gotten worse." She raised her head, words tumbling out of her defensively. When a skeptical smirk tugged at his mouth, she rushed to defend herself. "A friend of mine got her hand amputated because she waited too long. It was scary." June lied through her teeth.Deep laughter rumbled through his chest, filling the space. When she shot him a glare, he cleared his throat. "I see," he said, but it was clear he didn’t buy her story."You can leave now," she said, burning with embarrassment. Something must have possessed her then, but now, she was back to her senses.As June dropped his hand, Ollie’s finger wrapped around her wrist. "Keep applying the ice. I wouldn't want to l