My Mr.Stripper Was A Billionaire Indeed!
Synopsis
To celebrate being single again, she got drunk in a club and accidentally slept with the number one stripper there, who turned out to be the most mysterious big shot in Durpen and her ex-husband's uncle. Nichole couldn't believe it. "Sebastian, how dare you lie to me about being a stripper?" "Silly, I'm Eric's uncle. Do you want to get back at him by being with me?" Sebastian took her in his arms, coaxing. Nichole found that idea quite tempting.
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Chapter 1 Does It Hurt Now? | My Mr.Stripper Was A Billionaire Indeed!
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"Does it hurt now?"
After the passionate sex ended, the man didn't leave right away but kept holding her from behind.
His warm breath brought her a tingle that spread from the back of her neck all over her.
Nichole Sullivan cringed a bit. "It still hurts..."
Although it hurt, she felt a sense of pleasure after revenge.
She finally popped her cherry, and she was pleased that she did it with a handsome, skillful, and dedicated stripper.
Indeed, after she divorced Eric Hoffmann, she lost her virginity to a manwhore.
Her two-year marriage was over when Eric brought his pregnant mistress home.
"I can be more gentle."
After Sebastian Cowell said that in a charming voice, he flipped over and pressed down on her again.
When his strong testosterone hit Nichole, who had just calmed down, she had her heart racing and her cheeks burning in an instant.
She reached out and pressed her hands on his sturdy pecs. "Well... I'm tired. Can I get some rest now?"
Sebastian slightly raised his good-looking eyebrows. "Sure. I'll wash up."
When he got up, there was a fresh mint scent in the air.
Knock! Knock!
Just as he got out of bed in a bathgown, there was a knock on the door.
Nichole's heart skipped a beat as she wondered, 'It's still early. Who could it be? The police? I'm not that screwed, am I?'
Nichole was nervous while Sebastian had already gone over and opened the door before he quickly closed it.
When he returned, he had a bag in his hand, on which was the logo of a certain low-luxury women's clothing brand, Boxvern.
"Sorry that I tore your clothes last night. Take this as a compensation for you."
Sebastian put the bag on the coffee table and turned toward the bathroom.
Nichole was a bit surprised and touched.
She used to hear her girlfriend Marie Jenkins say how manwhores nowadays would do anything to get close to rich ladies, and for the sake of money, they would try their best to act like a simp. Nichole was quite lucky to meet an excellent stripper who was not only incredibly handsome and skilled but also extraordinarily gentlemanly for the first time she had special service.
"Thanks!" After realizing what he was doing, Nichole thanked him and hurriedly asked, "How much did it cost? I'll pay it to you."
"Don't bother. It's to compensate you."
After the man nonchalantly replied, he went into the bathroom.
Nichole looked at the bag in shock. She was sure that it was Boxvern, whose clothes cost thousands of dollars for a set, and the man just gave the clothes to her for free.
She pondered, 'This stripper is quite... unconventional. Does he think I'm some rich lady? Is he adopting a long-term plan to get my money? Or are these fake goods?'
The sound of water in the bathroom sounded, interrupting Nichole's random thoughts.
His tall figure was reflected on the frosted glass. Although it was shadowed, it caused infinite reverie.
The thought of the passionate sex they had just now made Nichole blush harder.
Although the liquor she took last night gave her the guts to make this reckless decision, she sobered up at that moment and regretted what she had done as she recalled all those trivial matters she was having.
She couldn't believe that she slept with a manwhore while she was drunk to get back at her ex-husband.
Holding in the pain that was tearing her apart, Nichole got up with great difficulty and took the clothes from the bag, which contained a white chiffon shirt and black suit pants.
The set was in the same office lady style as the one she wore last night, and it matched her size.
Nichole froze and looked at the bathroom again.
She didn't expect the stripper who just served her to be so both considerate and skilled in bed, which made her like him even more.
Not daring to overthink it, Nichole quickly got dressed. She took out her wallet from her bag, put all the cash she had at the moment, which was 160 dollars, on the bed, and quietly slipped away.
The sound of running water in the bathroom came to an abrupt end, and Sebastian walked out with a bath towel around his waist.
One could see his straight and long legs at a glance, as well as his firm, powerful pectoral and abdominal muscles. His facial features were distinctively handsome, and his jawline was so sharp that it looked like a hand-carved masterpiece.
When he saw that there was nothing on the bed but a stack of cash, he immediately stopped smiling.
He wondered, 'How could she run away just like three years ago?'
Sebastian grabbed his phone from the bedside table and dialed a number. "Help me check a girl. I need all her information."
"What? You need to check a girl? Am I hearing things, Mr. Cowell?"
Sebastian ignored his assistant's shocked tone and hung up right after he gave his brief instructions.
However, the crimson stain on the bed caught his attention.
He was stunned to find out that it was her first time.
Chapter 2 Make Up for What I Owed You | My Mr.Stripper Was A Billionaire Indeed!
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Nichole had just walked to the entrance of the Hoffmanns' villa when she saw a pile of familiar things cluttering outside the doorway.
It was all her stuff there, including her suitcases, clothes, skincare products, books, etc.
She didn't come back after finalizing the divorce papers yesterday and could only come today to get her things, but she didn't expect Eric to throw her stuff away in such a hurry.
Clenching her fists, Nichole went into the living room with great fury.
Her ex-husband Eric and Rosalind Skinner, who was pregnant, were sitting on the couch, watching TV while being all mushy-gushy.
Seeing her come in, both of them stopped smiling.
Rosalind held her belly and got up. "Nikki, I'm sorry to have your stuff..."
"Stop calling me Nikki!"
Nichole interrupted her with a fake smile. "Don't act like you're so close with me. If we were really that close, I would've beat you up and your baby as well."
"Nichole!"
Eric was so pissed that he stood up in an instant.
He held Rosalind's arm and glared at Nichole viciously. "Come at me if you're mad. You're not supposed to yell at a pregnant lady!"
Nichole sneered inwardly. 'Wow, how nice he is to his dear lover! While we were married for two years, he rarely came home and whenever he did, he was so gloomy and aloof to me. So I guess he does know how to care about a lady, but he just didn't bother to care about me. Well, it's all over now, so whatever. I won't waste my time on such a jerk.'
"I'm lecturing my cousin on my aunt's behalf, and that's none of your damn business."
After Nichole said that grumpily, she turned to pack her belongings.
"Hold on!"
When Eric suddenly saw what was on Nichole's neck, his gaze darkened.
He strode over and grabbed the shirt she was wearing to yank it with force.
The two buttons on top of her shirt were crumbled off, and the hickeys on the fair skin above her breasts were instantly revealed.
Rosalind feigned a shocked look and shouted, "Yikes! Nichole, what's the thing on your neck?"
In her eyes was malice and smugness that she failed to hide.
"Eric Hoffmann, you're such a bastard!"
Nichole was so furious that she trembled lightly. She covered her shirt with one hand and flung the other one fiercely at Eric's face.
Smack!
The slap caught Eric, who was in a daze, off guard.
"Bitch!"
Gritting his teeth, Eric pulled Nichole's hand and forcibly dragged her upstairs before he brought her into the bedroom.
Bang!
The door was slammed shut, and Nichole was thrown onto the bed ruthlessly.
"Slut!" Eric gritted his teeth as he walked toward the bed and asked, "You just got divorced, and you couldn't wait to sleep with that guy, could you?"
Nichole quickly reacted and sneered in her heart.
Her sleeping with some guy was just Eric's made-up story.
She had thought her newly-wed husband would take her to himself on their wedding night two years ago.
Unexpectedly, Eric, who was very drunk, ruthlessly threw a bunch of photos in her face. "Nichole, you're a slutty bitch! You claimed to keep your chastity for me, but you've long since slept with another man!"
Those photos were all intimate photos of a man and a woman.
Nichole didn't even know who the man in those photos was, but that woman's face looked exactly the same as hers.
They even shared the same very small red moles at the corners of their left eyes.
No matter how hard Nichole explained it, Eric simply didn't listen to her, and with a virginity complex, he hadn't touched her for two years after their wedding.
Nichole merely found what happened between them ridiculous.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Eric clenched his hands hanging down at his sides into tight fists. "Nichole, have you never loved me? Is that why you were so calm during the divorce, and why you couldn't wait to sleep with your hook-up buddy?"
"That's right! I've never loved you!"
Nichole said without hesitation, "I loved that guy in the photo from beginning to end. Is that enough for you? If so, get lost now. Don't get in the way of me packing!"
With that, she got off the bed.
"Well! Very well!"
Eric's eyes reddened as he roughly pressed Nichole's shoulders and pressed her down on the bed.
"Since you enjoy sleeping around so much, then now that we're not related, can you sleep with me too? We're divorced anyway. I have to make up for what I owed you for the past two years!"