I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper

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, and I let myself get lost in it. I shook my body, my hair whipped around my face, my dres

ined on stage moved together with me like we were old friends. We danced like we owned the stage, l

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everyone

me in disdain. No doubt they would rather have someone sexier, someone who fit their fantas

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little

sion. My eyes scanned the room for my target. Somewhere out ther

chest man or someone who reeked of power. No. If I was going to ch

omeone with th

. No one caught

n my knees as I bent forward, catching my breath. A s

he perfect little doll in the glass house, a

own you and you belong to me. Yo

damn mind? A divorce

I'll have no reason to keep p

y? Why must I act like their pawn? What gave them the right to use me

ling motherfuckers, selfish pricks, arrogant assholes

drink." A dee

fell perfectly across his forehead, and a body that could probably make anyone weak in the knees. His muscles straine

lly looked down on me and decided to help me o

guy. I knew I co

that revealed straight, white teeth

ying to maintain a seductive look. "Maybe, but I'm

logne wafting toward me. "Then what must

gh my face, and gave him a coy smile. "Okay, since you're good-looking," I said, trying to sound flirty but probably j

led, "Sure. I'

, let'

mplished. Tim

ing look with him before smiling politely at me. This bartender wasn

warmly. "We have a special

er poured me a drink. I picked it up, sniffing it

ing smile. "Don't worry. You'll like it.

have to a

glass back and drank. The flavor burned my thro

efilled my glass, but I kept drinking. Each sip made me war

ned in, his breath brushing against my ear. "So," he said, his

I nodded before I could even think. "

ce called out from across the room. "Ot

ustration. "Shit, watch over her. Don't let her out

ntion slipping from him almost instantly. My body s

ped in, one of my favorite

energy, and before I could stop myself, I

to someone, and I didn't bothe

he beat, swaying my hips and letting the music take over

yself in the rhythm, until

fro

I turne

mbled, almost falling on my ass, but he w

er seen. His dark hair was perfectly tousled, his sharp jawline looked like it had b

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d. That's w

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mind blank except for one ove

g, my hand shot out, grabbing his

I slurred, the words tumbling out o

d, and those piercing eyes locke

dn't

and I was goi

self a stripper to s