CEO's Getaway Love
After a one night stand with the woman whose house Jason broke into, his life has never been the same. Like a siren's call, he can't get the nymphomaniac woman off his mind. Weeks later, while getting intel for the crew's next heist, Jason lays eyes upon the woman and follows her into a secret strip club. She appears to lead a double life. One where she's the CEO of a multimillion company and her father's golden child. The other side of her life is that she owns a strip club and is extremely erotic. Can Jason learn to live with her as she is? Will he put his pride aside to be with the woman? ... especially when his crew is hired to kidnap a woman who turns out to be the love of his life.
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Chapter 5
Weeks had passed, and I hadn't seen the woman since that early morning of the Van Kline Jeweller heist. She had been in my thoughts constantly and snuck her way into my dreams. I usually found myself waking up with my body covered in sweat and a rock-hard boner. I tried to stop thinking about her, but it didn't work.
I was mesmerised by her beauty. Crazed by her taste. Longing to hear her voice. Captivated by her smell and possessed by her touch.
"Jason... baby." The woman called and walked over to me. She was naked like the way I first met her, and her light blue hair softly blew in the wind.
"I miss you." She stated and was instantly in front of me.
"Help me find you. Please." I begged as she climbed on top of me and bent down to place her lips against mine.
Honk. Honk.
The sound of a car hooting snapped me out of the daydream. I looked back at the art gallery I was parked outside and stared at the crowds of people as they walked past. At this point, it was a habit to always look for the woman when I went out into public. I always mistook women with light blue hair for her. I hoped fate would let me see the woman again.
The crew had been hired to steal a collection of paintings from the art gallery. The gallery itself wasn't famous but supported a local artist whose work some rich woman wanted. Wen said the artist refused to sell the collection, which is why we were hired to steal it.
I was tasked to survey the outside and collect data on how the foot traffic flowed. Wen wanted to steal the originals and replace them with fake versions during the day. I looked in front of me, and a woman caught my attention. She wore a skin-tight black dress that showed her cleavage and stopped mid-thigh. She also wore a pair of long black heeled boots with a fluffy pink cardigan.
The woman had a banging body, but her silver-white hair caught my attention. The sunlight danced on her hair, which made it shine. She was looking away from me at the oncoming traffic, so I couldn't see her face. As she looked toward the vehicle I was in, I felt my heart skip a beat.
It was the woman that I couldn't stop thinking about.
She looked forward and crossed the street as I felt my body automatically move by itself. I opened the vehicle door and quickly jumped out to follow after her. I tried to walk as fast as I could as I crossed the street and made my way through the crowd. I pushed past people and kept my eyes focused on her silver-white hair.
"Hey! Miss! Wait!" I called and tried to get her attention. A few women looked back at me, confused, but the woman I wanted didn't seem to hear me.
"Lady with the silver hair!" I yelled and ran to keep up with her. The woman stopped and turned around to look at me as I stopped in front of her. She was so breathtakingly beautiful. She still had her diamond stud nose piercing, and her lips were a sexy dark red.
"Hi. Sorry, do I know you?" The woman asked, confused, and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"We slept together...." I replied, unsure of how to describe how she knew me.
"Oh, well, I sleep with a lot of people. If I don't remember you, you weren't that good." The woman stated and walked off with a quick spin on her heels.
I stood there frozen in the crowd as my brain couldn't understand what had just happened. My ego felt like it had been stabbed while my heart broke. I had been crazy about this woman for weeks, and now she rejected me before I could even try. I shook my head and decided to follow after her.
I noticed a blur of her silver hair walk around the corner and quickened my pace. She walked into a small grocery store. The warm air from inside the store made me feel cosy as I walked in. The smell of freshly baked bread and coffee filled the air. I had never been inside this store before, but it seemed to look modern compared to its exterior appearance.
"Why are you following me?" The woman questioned next to me. I was surprised by the small store that I didn't notice that she was by my side.
I looked towards her and noticed her arms were crossed across her chest, which pushed her breasts up more.
"I know, I'm hot, but my eyes are up here." She snapped, and I quickly looked up.
"I didn't mean to offend you. I just want to...." I started to say, but the woman interrupted.
"Get my number? Ask me out? Listen, guy, I know exactly who you are."
"You do?" I stupidly asked.
"Yes. If you want to fuck me again, all you have to do is ask, not follow after me like some obsessed fan."
"No... I..."
"Oh, so you don't want to fuck me then? Why, huh? Ain't I good enough for a second time?" The woman hissed and glared at me. I had clearly made her upset. I stared into her deep brown eyes and felt myself slowly starting to get lost.
"I can't get you off my mind. You are so incredibly mesmerising, and I wanted to get to know you better." I stated and pulled myself together. A slight blush made her cheeks turn a lovely red.
"I don't date." The woman coldly remarked, then walked off. I frowned and nodded. It was time I accepted her rejection and moved on with my life.
"So, you coming or you going to stand there looking cute?" Her voice suddenly questioned. I looked at her, surprised and confused. I thought she didn't want anything to do with me.
"I don't have all day." She added and flicked her hair.
"I'm coming." I quickly said. The woman walked off again, and I followed her to the back of the store. She opened a door marked 'Employees only' and walked through.
"Where are we going?" I asked as I followed her through the storeroom.
"To my strip club." She shrugged and walked up to a bouncer standing by a black door. He was a massive black oak and wore a pair of sunglasses even though we were inside.
"Joe, honey! Hey." The woman smiled and threw her arms around the bouncer's neck.
"Vixen, love, where have you been?" The bouncer asked and wrapped his arms around her waist. That jealously I felt when I saw her with anyone else was back.
"Daddy kept me busy at the company. Did you miss me?" She giggled in his arms. Joe chuckled and nodded.
"Good, cause I missed you." She winked and placed a kiss on his cheek. Joe opened the door and let the woman walk in. I tried to follow after her, but he stepped in front of the entrance and blocked the way.
"This is a private club. You aren't a member." Joe firmly stated.
"I, uhm, came here with the woman," I replied, but Joe shook his head.
"Members only."
"Oh, Joe. Let him in. He's been following after me." The woman's voice piped up from behind Joe, who stepped aside and glared at me as I walked past.
The woman smiled and grabbed my arm to pull me closer to her.
"Welcome to 'The Break.' The club is for anyone to get a break away from their partners or the stress life causes." The woman explained as I looked around.
The strip club's interior was mostly white and decorated with purple LED lights. Platforms with a pole in the middle were surrounded by white leather couches. There was a bar stocked with alcohol and managed by a male bartender in the corner. More bouncers stood around in the club watching over the women in case a client decided to try to take advantage. Many men sat around enjoying the dances the women put on, and I was surprised to see even women were tucking money into the bras of the strippers.
Sexy music played loudly, and lights flashed. The vibe felt really good. I watched as a stripper walked up to the woman I was with and smiled happily.
"Baby, get that fine ass over here." The woman next to me stated and pulled the stripper closer. I watched as they pressed their mouths together and full-on French kissed one another. I froze as I watched the exchange. The woman, whose name was Vixen, according to Joe, smacked the stripper's ass after pulling away.
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9.5
My boyfriend, Jefferson, convinced me to give up my Yale scholarship for him. He was my secret, my escape from the shame of my mother's past, and I threw away my future for our love.
Then, at a gala, he publicly announced his engagement to Aubrey Carroll-the girl who made my high school years a living hell.
He trapped me in his mansion, forcing me to become her personal servant. She tortured me daily, culminating in her brutally killing our dog, Charlie, with a garden trowel.
When her friends arrived, they joined in, stripping me half-naked and live-streaming my panic attack for the world to see.
The man who once promised to protect me watched as they destroyed me.
But as I lay bleeding out on the floor, it wasn't an ambulance that arrived. It was the private security of Alexzander Stevens-my estranged, billionaire grandfather.
He revealed I was his sole heiress, and now, we were going to make them pay for every last tear.
9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.
8.1
Terminally ill.
Betrayed by her husband.
Abandoned by the only family she had.
Ariel died with nothing... and no one.
But fate gives her a second chance.
Reborn three years before her death, she walks away from the man who ruined her life-and takes back everything they stole.
Her love.
Her identity.
Her power.
Now, the cold billionaire who once ignored her can't take his eyes off her.
The brother who abandoned her starts to regret.
Too late.
Because this time, Ariel isn't the woman who begs.
She's the one who makes them kneel.
8.8
Elizbeth married the wealthy heir Carlton Wilkinson to save her grandfather's life's work.
But on their wedding night, instead of a loving husband, she faced a cold tyrant. He forced her to sign a brutal prenup, stripped her of all family rights, and banished her to a dingy guest room.
He was convinced she was just a pathetic, gold-digging liar.
When a catastrophic pain attack drove Carlton to smash his own head against the wall, Elizbeth rushed in to save him using her specialized acupuncture. She risked her life to calm his spasming nerves.
But the moment he woke up, he nearly choked her to death. He threw her against the wall, bleeding and bruised, accusing her of using cheap parlor tricks to poison him.
The next morning, his greedy relatives openly mocked her cheap clothes, waiting like vultures for Carlton to drop dead so they could steal his fortune.
Elizbeth was humiliated and terrified, but she soon discovered a classified secret.
Carlton was a former Delta Force operator slowly going mad from an undetectable weaponized biotoxin. The poison made him paranoid and violent. He would rather die in agony than accept help from a woman he despised.
Begged by his desperate grandfather, Elizbeth knew she had to cure him in the shadows.
At 1:00 AM, she slipped a heavy, odorless sedative into his water and sneaked into his pitch-black bedroom to begin the detox.
But as her silver needle hovered over his skin, a massive hand shot out and pinned her violently to the mattress.
"How much did they pay you to poison me?" he hissed in the dark, his eyes wide awake and blazing with murderous fury.
9.2
Arla was supposed to marry Clinton Freeman, the perfect fiancé who had promised to love her and protect her five-year-old son.
But instead, the cold steel of a dagger pierced her chest.
As she collapsed onto the freezing basement floor, she watched her adoptive sister Blair laugh.
"Look at her," Blair sneered, kicking her son's small, blue, lifeless body.
Clinton stood there, calmly wiping the bloody blade on a pristine handkerchief.
In her dying moments, the horrifying truth became clear. Her fiancé and her adoptive family had been plotting all along to steal her massive trust fund.
To break her, they had secretly tortured her child. Clinton had watched Blair pierce the little boy's arms with sewing needles, rewarding him with candy to keep him silent.
Arla's lungs burned with the taste of copper and ash.
She couldn't understand why the family she trusted could be so monstrous, or why they had to brutally murder an innocent child just for money.
The darkness swallowed her whole, drowning her in suffocating hatred and absolute despair.
Then, she gasped for air.
The concrete floor was gone, replaced by the silk sheets of a hotel penthouse suite.
Arla had been reborn to the exact night six years ago—the very day Blair first dragged her son into the dark attic.
This time, she picked up a solid silver letter opener, ready to burn them all to the ground.
9.7
I died with blood pooling and betrayal.
My fiancé never loved me-he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone.
But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest.
This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal-a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation.
They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back.
They have no idea I've already won.