All Chapters of The Billionaire's Stripper Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sitting on the stool placed in front of the kitchen counter where Kairos is busy thinly slicing a white truffle for the fresh tagliolini pasta that he decided to cook for my dinner. I was biting my lips the whole time I was watching him move around the kitchen skillfully. All those veins on his hand as well as his long finger would rope him to different gigs as a hand model in a commercial if he wanted to become one. "You were staring at me for quite some time. There is no way those gazes as for this pasta," he told me as he tossed in the white truffle to the pan and then he started to swirl it around just by lightly shaking it. "Of course, it's not for the pasta. We both know that you are way mouth-watering than that tagliolini regardless if you toss in some thousand dollars truffle or not," I said making him chuckle. I rested my elbow on top of the granite counter and my chin on top of my hand. "Are you seriously flirting with me when you are e sore that you can barely walk? Don't

It took me some time to pick up a bag that would match and complement my all-white dress. I needed a pop of color in my outfit so I settled with a green Bottega Veneta. "I swear I am almost done," I said to Kairos as his footsteps neared, and erasing the distance between the two of us slowly filled my ears. Smiling from one ear to another. I slowly turned around just so he could have a proper look at my outfit. "Do I look like the perfect Missus Lancaster?" I playfully wriggled my eyebrows at him after I asked that question. Kairos carefully scrutinized me with his eyes from my head down to the intricate details of my green heels that I needed to change from black after I chose my bag. The smile on my lips faded as my eyes settled on his face and I got to read his expression—his lips were pursed in flat and he couldn't keep his eyes glued to me. "There's an emergency in the office. We need to stop by there for an hour or two before we can continue with our plan for the day," he to

I didn't bother treating the wound on the side of my lips and instead spent the last ten minutes being drowned with my thoughts. Staring at the ointment on my lap. I was reminded of how disappointed Nicholas was as he stared at me because I thought so lowly of myself. Just when I was about to close the first aid kit after I put the ointment back inside of it. A small voice urged me to take it with me. I contemplated but in the end, that so-called small voice won. The Spencer's mansion became a ghost town. I couldn't find their traces, not that I wanted to see them. We are mad at each other and we might end up screaming like uneducated people if we ever see each other again. Just when I was about to pull one of the double doors in front of me to leave their mansion. I felt a presence standing behind my back. The woody scent of his perfume plays with my nose. "Niklaus," I said his name and slowly turned around. He took another step closer to me. His eyes were stern and cold, almost

His hands rested on my waist the whole time we were on our way to his office. A few meters away from the door of it is his secretary's table. She stood up the moment Kairos halted his steps. She must have been working for him for years because it feels like she knows Kairos like her favorite book, every detail of it. She knows what he wants and needs just by glancing at him. "Your usual, Mr. Lancaster?" She asked. Kairos shakes his head at her before he turns to me. "Is there something that you want? Drinks or food perhaps? Are you hungry?" His fingers were restless, caressing my waist and I struggled to keep a straight face because it tickles. "I-I am fine with anything," I told him, and then when I caught his secretary grinning at us her cheeks reddened like she was embarrassed to see us being lovey-dovey with each other. I finally thought of what I wanted. "Hibiscus tea with pomegranate pearls. I'd like to have that in Venti," I told her. She nodded her head and listed it on her

"Welcome to Silverio Stones, Kairo," said a man who looks like any Korean idol with his prominent Asian feature and two blocks with bangs hairstyle, even his black turtle neck and gray trousers plus a dainty Christian Dior chains scream nothing but kpop idol culture. His set of deep dimples made him the charming and cute type of handsome rather than the sexually appealing type of handsome. After he greeted Kairo with a simple nod and smile. His eyes naturally drifted to me and he popped a smile on his lips, his eyes almost closed at that. I feel like we're in the same bracket of age but for some reason. I feel like making him my baby. He is adorable and, weirdly, I am praising some man who is in his mid-twenties with the word adorable but that fits him the most. "Rory Spencer, it's nice to meet you," he said and he offered me his hand. I find myself sighing out of relief because this only means one thing. This is our first meeting and I don't have to guess what kind of dynamic it is