All Chapters of His Stripper: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JUNEOf course, it was business. She looked away quickly before Ollie could catch any flicker of emotion on her face. What were you expecting, June? A date? Please. Stop setting yourself up.“So what’ve I got to do with that?” she asked, slumping back into the seat.“Good question,” he said and offered no explanation.June pursed her lips and didn’t bother pressing further. If he didn’t care to tell her, she didn’t care to know.They did not say another word to each other again until Olive pulled over in front the restaurant whose exterior was with aged brick walls spoke luxury, and polished brass awning. The place screamed exclusivity, the kind of venue that didn’t just serve food but offered an experience.Under different circumstances, she might have admired its grandeur. But knowing she was about to sit through who-knew-how-many hours of dull business chatter, June could hardly muster the enthusiasm to appreciate it.Her hand gripped the door handle as she prepared to step out. Be

JUNE"June, are you done?" Isabella’s cheerful voice filtered through in light and airy manner, contrasting sharply with the tension in the room."Yes, I'm coming," June called back stealing one glance at him before stepping past him and opening the door.Isabella greeted her with an enthusiastic grin. "You remember my sister I told you about?"June tilted her head slightly, nodding slowly. "Yes?" The truth was, she vaguely remembered Isabella mentioning her sister, but the details were hazy at best."She’s here!" Isabella’s excitement practically radiated from her as she grabbed June’s hand and tugged her toward the green field. "I told her about you.""Really?" June asked in surprise."Yes." Isabella’s voice was brimming with eagerness.A pang of guilt twisted in her heart. It hurt that Isabella was starting to see her as a friend while June was only here because of Ollie."She should be somewhere here," Isabella said, scanning the horizon as they neared the sitting area. Her gaze da

JUNEJUNEJune hadn’t realized how much she needed those words until Ollie said them to her. It was like a sudden exhale after holding her breath for far too long. She hadn’t known how desperately she craved someone to see her—really see her—and acknowledge the effort she poured into everything. To tell her she wasn’t just a pretty face or a body to look at. That she mattered. That her work mattered.She’d told herself those things before, sure, but it never quite hit the same. Coming from Ollie.Now the downside was it solidified her feelings for him in a way that felt terrifying. It wasn’t just a small crush anymore, wasn’t some fleeting admiration she could sweep under the rug and prayed it goes away. It scared her how it kept growing stronger every time.But the fear didn’t stop her heart from chasing it anyway.Yes, it was like digging he own grave. But how could she stop? How could she when he looked at her like she was the only one in the room? Or when he cupped her face with hi

OLLIEHe and June were finally back on track, and for the first time in what felt like forever, life felt right. For once, there were no walls between them, and for that Ollie was glad.At this moment, he found himself staring at a photo of June in a wedding dress. She’d told him how Isabella had pestered her into trying it on and all he could think about was how grateful he was to Isabella for insisting.He’d been sitting there for who knew how long, trying to find the right words to capture how she looked, but nothing seemed to do her justice. Stunning? Too simple. Beautiful? Not quite enough. Exquisite? It didn’t quite capture the depth of emotion he felt. He went through a mental list of every possible adjective, but nothing came close to the perfection that was June. So he eventually settled on one.“You’re smiling?” Landon’s voice held a note of disbelief, pulling Ollie back to the present.His lips instinctively fell into a neutral line. He hadn’t even realized he’d been smiling

June woke up with a big smile, mirroring the same one she had on her face nestled against Ollie’s chest after he’d fucked her senseless. The soreness between her thighs a big evidence, the scent of desire and sex still lingering in the air. The scent of Ollie on the crisp bedsheet caressed her nose as June buried her face into the bed. She couldn’t help but inhale deeply. With her eyes closed, she reached out to her side. When her hands couldn’t find him, she peeled her eyelid open. The bed was empty. Knowing just one place he could be in the house, she slipped out of the bed and huddled out of the room. Just like she’d predicted, he was there. In the study room. Ollie was perched behind a polished mahogany desk with a laptop in front of him, the leather chair beneath him creaking gently. She could smell his favorite coffee in the air. He was so focused on what was in front of him, that he didn’t even notice her. June watched him for a bit before saying “God, you’re such a w