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The billionaire's stripper

Chapter 2 NOT A MISTAKE

Word Count: 1047    |    Released on: 10/11/2024

of the sun, then shutting my eyes again. It looks like no work for me for the next three days. I stretched my hand further on the bed, even though I knew it wasn't

meant for their desires," she always quoted. I forced myself up as my legs felt so weak they couldn't hold me up, and I fell to the floor. Not car

heels. I placed my fingers on my foot, ready t

ave I bee

to call, but she didn't, as I already told my boss I wouldn't be available for three days, and the woman readily agreed. That's how bad the ache is. I wanted to ask for a week, but I decided against that. My boss said Veronica would take over for me, yet the said girl, who

work. Not the strip club, of course; that's in the evening. Right now, it's to the taekwondo class I had with kids under twelve to teach them the basic steps of self-defense. I never gra

ildren, who had already formed

y chorused, and I couldn'

es as I shook it off and started with the day's class. Of course, I did

te and some girls were already dancing to please

ng her hips as heads turned towar

tched my mouth and ran to the toilet to empty my already empty stomach.I heard the door ope

t," she said in a teasing man

hummed in disbelief as she walked to a cabinet in the t

had to do it to prove her wrong and to calm my racing heart.I closed the

to be pregnant, and my job is too dangerous for a pregnant woman. I don't even have enough to cater to

d in with my head bowed down as I raised it up to stare at her. She sta

traight to her face, wanting al

d as she sat on her chair, not looking like

answered with all the se

virgin among them?" I could h

th someone th

made my whole stance quiver. "It isn't the firs

or everything mam, bye," I said before walking out of the office with my head held high.I would never think of aborting

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