"You look so fucking sexy with your mouth wrapped around my cock," Ryan groaned, increasing the speed of his thrusts into my mouth. I moaned at his praise as I widened my mouth. And a split second later, he filled my mouth with his warm release. I smirked as I gazed up seductively at him and licked the remnants of his cum off my lips. +++ Ophelia Alvarez is a helpless third-year college student during the daytime and a bottle girl at a strip club by night. She resorted to such a controversial occupation because she has to pay for her cancer-stricken father's chemotherapy treatment. When billionaire CEO, Ryan Torres offers her a juicy proposal to be his exclusive sex slave, she has no option but to accept it to ease her Dad's medical expenses. A lot of wild sexual escapades happen between them, and they eventually part ways, albeit in a terrible manner. When fate has them meet some years later, will it be enough to get her to forgive the cruel, and arrogant billionaire, for abandoning both her and their unborn baby in a pool of blood, three years ago?
Ophelia's POV
"Lia, can you bring two bottles of beer to table 17? It seems Sir Arnold wants to have a little chat with you," Ava Castillo, my best friend, and a co-bottle girl at the strip club said to me as she stepped into the dressing room.
I sighed in frustration on hearing the name of the club's most valued patron and one of the numerous old men who had proposed to be my sugar daddy from the first day I started working at the "Sex in a bottle" strip club.
"Okay, I'll go now," I feigned a smile at her, to which she nodded as she walked up to me and stood at my back with a calm mien.
I looked into the mirror and mentally cringed as I took in my sultry outfit which consisted of a tiny black leather short, with half of my ass cheeks exposed, and a leather bra, which had a luscious amount of my soft boobs exposed.
I slowly ran my fingers down the leather strap which was joined from my shorts to my boots and sighed again. The make-up I had on my face made me look like a whore and honestly, I felt like one even though I was merely a bottle girl at the club.
Right from when I was five years old, I had always wanted to be a chef at a Michelin-star restaurant but the universe had other plans for me as my mum died barely a month after I clocked ten, and that sudden grievous occurrence took both my dad and me off guard and our peaceful and harmonious lives went spiraling downward as dad started indulging in bad vices and decisions.
He became a chronic chain smoker and an alcohol addict. Not to mention how he used half of his settlement fee which was paid to him after he was laid off from work to gamble and you bet me, he lost and about half a million dollars went down the drain just like that.
But he still managed to save a reasonable amount of money which he would use to send me to culinary school and that was the only reason I still felt happy with him.
I thought I would attend culinary school, graduate at the top of my class, talk my dad into getting a loan for me with his connections and then open a five-star restaurant but my sixteen years old dream never came through.
A day before I was supposed to take the entrance examination into culinary school, my dad suddenly had a life-threatening seizure and was rushed to the hospital. On getting there, he was resuscitated and we were given the heart-shattering news of his diagnosis.
My dad had stage three and stage four of both lung and liver cancers respectively.
He finally got the reward of smoking and drinking alcohol like a well.
There and then, I knew my dream to be a chef was as good as dead. I had to devote my time to taking care of my ailing Dad. It wasn't as if he had any other family apart from me anyway, and just like that, I, Ophelia Alvarez gave up my passion to be a chef and got myself registered in a cheap-ass university, training to be a teacher.
"Lia, Ophelia!" Ava's voice drifted into my ears in form of a high-pitched tone and jolted me out of my reverie.
"Yes, what's wrong?" I tilted my head sideways with confusion washing over my face to ask her.
In response, she scoffed, "What were you thinking so deeply about?"
"Nothing much, I was just mulling over how blissful my life is and how proud my mum must be watching me walk half-naked, and serving drinks to old perverts in a strip club. She must be so elated and proud to have a whore as a daughter," I muttered, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Ophelia, we both know that you are everything but a whore. I mean, you and I both, aren't doing this just because we want to. We are only doing this because we have to and we don't have connections and the qualifications to get a respectable job elsewhere. Your mum would understand everything. Stop beating yourself too much over this. Everything will be fine, Lia. You are supposed to be the optimistic and mature friend between the both of us, why are you suddenly so dejected?" Ava turned me to face her as she interlaced our hands together.
I smiled at her and shook my head. "I don't know either. I just feel very miserable today. I checked my savings balance and realized that I've barely saved one-third of the required amount for Dad's surgery which is in a month. What am I supposed to do when the time comes? Will Dad also die and leave me alone? Am I a good daughter? I can't even do anything for my dad," I full-on started crying as I said the last word, I didn't care that I had spent almost two hours on my makeup. I just wanted to let it all out.
My frustration and distress.
"Lia, I can help you with that. I already told you several times and you told me you don't want my help. Why don't you? I'm sure we can save more than enough together for his surgery before the due date. Let me assist you, babe," Ava sighed, gently squeezing my hand.
I shook my head and with the back of my hand, I cleaned my tears off, "No, it's fine. I'll be fine. I can do it. I'll ask Rodrigo to allow me to work overtime, starting tomorrow. I can't bother you, Ava. I'll be selfish to do that," I politely declined her offer, which made her roll her eyes in a mixture of exasperation and frustration.
Ava was also like me and I mean, she was motherless and had a scumbag as a father. He'd beat her up and forcefully take the money she made from the club whenever he was in one of his foul moods and gamble everything away. So, I knew better than to bother her for money, even though I was sure she'd give me if I said the word.
I didn't want to be a burden to anyone, especially not to my best friend.
"But always remember that I'm here for you whenever you need me, okay?"
"Okay," I nodded with a grin.
"You look hideous, Lia. Your make-up has been smudged with mascara. You're not by chance planning on going out to serve your loyal customer while looking like that," Ava feigned an aghast expression, and this time, it was my turn to roll my eyes.
"I would if I could to get that man away from me but I sadly can't because I need money," I muttered as I plop down on the chair in front of the mirror to redo my makeup.
"We both know that man will always have heart-eyes for you even if you were dressed in the trash. So, that statement of yours is impossible," Ava laughed, and I just snorted as I retrieved my makeup supplies from my cosmetics bag.
"Fuck, I almost forgot I had a client to attend to," Ava squealed with wide eyes.
"Bye, I gotta go now," And with that, she sprinted out of the dressing room, leaving me to stare at my distorted appearance in the mirror.
+++
"Flower, you are late," Mr. Arnold, "my most loyal customer" and the most respected patron of the club smiled at me as he outstretched his hand to take mine into his with a lustful smile playing at the corner of his wrinkled lips.
Mr. Arnold had to be well over seventy but he had lied to me that he was sixty-two years old. Even though he lied, his wrinkles spoke for themselves.
"I had an emergency," I feigned a remorseful countenance as I gingerly slipped my hand into his aged one.
"Oh, it's good you're here now. Pour me a drink and sit on my thighs," He patted his wobbly legs and I internally cringed as I gazed at his crooked, brown teeth on display and the way his lips seemed to slack at the corners as if he had lost proper functioning of them.
I bit back the laughter that bubbled in my throat and smiled at him as I poured the liquor into the beer mug, "I'd love to sit on your lap but sadly I have another emergency to attend to. But don't worry, Mr. Arnold, when I'm done with my affairs, I'll join you in your private room for the rest of the night," I winked at him, and I watched in amusement laced with disgust as he smiled back at me and nodded his stiff and big head in understanding.
"Alright, flower. I will hold you to your words and wait for you," He delivered a harsh smack to my ass and grinned at me.
I suppressed the urge to deliver a befitting slap on his face with anger bubbling inside him as I smiled through my teeth at him before I took the empty beer bottle with me to the backroom.
Fuck it, I hated my life.
Inhaling deeply, I nodded as I gazed into his sexy grey eyes, "Yes. I will be your fake fiancée, Roman." He smirked, "Perfect. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me, doll." +++ One day, Sofie Diaz comes home, and is given the horrendous news of her engagement to the CEO of a reputable business corporation, who is thrice her age, by her greedy parents. Infuriated, she goes to a bar to drink her frustration away. There, she meets a sexy stranger. One thing leads to another, and Sofie ends up having a one-night stand with him. The next morning, the man, Roman Giovanni, who Sofie later realizes is one of the richest CEOs in America, makes an absurd proposal, for her to be his fake fiancée for a hundred days to fulfill his grandmother's wish, for him to get married. Ignoring her logical reasoning, Sofie accepts his proposal on a whim as she'd rather fake being engaged to a hot billionaire than be the wife of an old ogre. What happens when this arrangement of theirs blooms into love spiced with a generous dash of passionate sexcapades?
"I n-need it deeper, p-please fuck me harder," I moaned, with my sweaty back squished against the bathroom walls. Bruce gazed up at me, his grip on my waist tightening, "Say no more, kitten," He muttered, before pummeling into my wet pussy with sweet, long thrusts. Fuck, how had I waited so long to have Bruce's powerful cock inside me? Now that I finally had it, I never wanted to be apart from it. +++ Nora Simpson is a final year anatomy student at New York state university. She is your typical virgin nerd who always has her nose buried in a book, and has never had a boyfriend since birth. Meanwhile, Bruce Castillo is the hot newly transferred professor in her faculty. When they meet, sparks fly and a wild fire of lust ignites in their respective hearts. What happens when they end up accidentally locked together in the elevator overnight? Will Nora cave in to her untamed lust or will she graduate college with her virginity still very much intact?
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
For seven years, Claudia allowed herself to live under Eddie's shadow. She thought that devoting herself to him would eventually win his heart, but it turned out to be nothing more than wishful thinking on her part. When they finally cut ties, Claudia did not argue or ask for any compensation. Instead, she chose her peace and left without looking back. She never imagined that Eddie would suddenly appear on her wedding day, furious and wild-eyed. He glared at her groom and declared, "I was here first!"
To outsiders, Aileen was the adopted daughter of the Jefferson family, dismissed and scorned by all. Yet, in the underground racing world, she thrived as the dark rose, savoring the thrill and speed of night races. But her life took a new turn when Derek returned home, leading to a passionate night that diverted Aileen from the Jefferson family's path. Derek, the ruthless heir to the Jefferson legacy, tactfully steered the family's ambitions. Despite his control, he found himself captivated by Aileen-his adopted sister, business partner, and an exceptional racer-drawn to her enigmatic allure.
For the sake of their company, Atasha Rae was forced to marry the known heartless billionaire, Lorcan Amadeus. But it only took her a week as his wife because later on, he suddenly wants a divorce immediately. So as he wished, she signed the divorce paper even after admitting to herself that she was somehow starting to fall inlove with him. Heart badly wounded, she ran away from his life. Until she discovers that she's pregnant with his child and as a result, she ends up with no choice but to keep it a secret. Out of Lorcan's awareness, she's keeping a secret that would lead him to an overflowing regret. Because for a week of their fallen marriage beyond repair, she's carrying the billionaire's heir.
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.