All Chapters of Married to a Stripper: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Amber walked towards Megan at the end of the night, her heels clicking against the floor. She stopped in front of her, holding out a thick envelope. Megan looked at it, then back at Amber, her expression curious.“What’s this?” Megan asked.Amber’s gaze was firm, but there was a hint of finality in her voice. “This is a goodbye gift.”Megan frowned. “A goodbye? What do you mean?”Amber took a deep breath, her eyes steady. “Tonight’s my last night here. I’m done.”Megan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You’re quitting?”Amber nodded, her expression calm. “Yes, it’s time to move on.”Megan glanced down at the envelope in her hand, then back up at Amber, a knowing look crossing her face. “Is this about the guy from last night? The one you were with?”Amber’s lips pressed together in a tight line before she spoke. “He offered me a job.”Megan’s concern deepened, and she stepped closer. “Amber, do you know what you're getting into? You don’t know who you're dealing with.”Amber gave a smal

Amber walked into the boutique, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. The air was crisp, and the lighting was soft, casting a glow on the racks of carefully curated clothing. It was the kind of place where women came to buy clothes for events that meant something—gala dinners, charity events, important meetings. Nothing like the stores she was used to."Welcome to The Velvet Thread!" a voice called from the back of the store. Amber turned and saw a woman approaching with an easy smile. Her red hair fell in waves, and she was curvy, confident, wearing a chic black dress that screamed sophistication. "I'm Sophia. How can I help you today?"Amber hesitated for a second. She wasn’t used to these kinds of places, and she could feel her usual confidence slipping. "Uh, yeah... I just got engaged," she said, her voice a little uncertain. "My fiancé is a businessman, and, well... I need some clothes that’ll fit his world. More... refined, I guess."Sophia raised an eyebrow but didn’t s

Ryan couldn't stop sneaking glances at Amber. Sitting side by side in the car, the air between them was charged with unspoken tension.In a low voice, just loud enough for her to hear but quiet enough to keep the driver oblivious, he said, "Oh, right. I forgot to give you this at home."With a subtle movement, he slid a small turquoise box toward her. Tiffany's. Her heart skipped a beat as her fingers, slightly trembling, lifted the lid. Inside was a delicate platinum band adorned with a brilliant, round-cut diamond encircled by smaller sparkling stones, radiating timeless elegance.She took it out and slid it onto her ring finger. Ryan looked at her and said,"Now the charade is complete." He spoke more to himself, as if trying to grasp the reality of it.Amber simply nodded, unable to say a word.Ryan spoke next, his voice steady. "We still haven’t discussed our story. Let’s keep it simple and clean. We met at a hotel some time ago—you worked there. We won’t mention the name to avoi

Amber sat on the sleek leather sofa in Ryan's penthouse, staring blankly at the towering glass windows that framed the Chicago skyline. It was a beautiful view—one she had never imagined she would have—but it only made her feel more out of place. The penthouse was luxurious, immaculate, but it felt strangely empty.For the first time in what felt like forever, Amber had nothing to do. There were no deadlines to meet, no customers to serve, no bills to pay. She had lived in chaos for so long, in the small trailer park where she had grown up, and even when she worked at the strip club, there was always something. But now, everything was still.She sighed, glancing around. The quiet was deafening.Ms. Gladys, the housekeeper, had greeted her that morning with a warm smile and had quickly become a kind of comfort for Amber. Ms. Gladys wasn’t pushy, but she was always there when Amber needed a chat or a cup of coffee. But today, Amber felt an unfamiliar loneliness creeping in.Her mind wan

Ryan had barely landed when his phone buzzed with a message from Tom: Good luck with your stripper... try not to have too much fun 🍆😆Ryan rolled his eyes at the message, irritation rising within him. Without a second thought, he typed back: You sound like a kid. I won’t even bother replying. Goodbye, loser.The moment he sent it, the shift in his mood was instant. The easy camaraderie and warmth he had felt with Amber on the plane were gone. Reality hit him hard, and what had felt like a connection now seemed like a distant memory.Ryan glanced over at Amber, his face cold. “Let’s go.”Amber froze, shocked by his abruptness. She thought they had come to some understanding during the flight, that they had reached a certain rapport. But now, his tone, so detached and sharp, felt like a slap in the face.As she picked up her trolley, she couldn’t help herself. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? Two personalities in one?”Ryan looked at her and laughed,