Trapped in a web of secrets and seduction, Anabel's life is a delicate balancing act. By day, she's a devoted granddaughter; by night, a sultry stripper. But when her sugar daddy demands more, Anabel must confront the true cost of her deception. Will she find the strength to break free, or will the weight of her secrets destroy everything she holds dear?
ONE
Anabel
I curled my fingers around the pole, smiling as I looked at the patrons of the club inching forward as I shook my ass at them.
I lived for this. I loved this. My life might be a mess but this was where it all made sense. I loved how the men looked at me with their roaming, devouring eyes as if they couldn't wait to get their hands on me and get more of me.
We all knew that wasn't ever going to happen but I loved the attention all the same as they made me feel like I was a goddess they would like to worship.
I felt appreciated in here as if I mattered and was more than what I really was.
I loved the attention and how sexy they made me feel. I loved the way the men looked at me and groaned in ectasy and I did more moves because of that. I curled my finger tighter around the club as if I had my legs wrapped around the length of a man and leaned backwards, my brown hair tilting forward to show my pretty neck.
I began to slide up and down the pole, as if I was riding a dick. I imagined myself saying that. I moaned softly in tune to the background music playing softly in the club. I released one of my hands from the pole and let it wander down to my core, and stroked myself with it.
The men went crazy as they watched me finger myself as I danced. I did this, turning them on and smiling as I did. Hot Haven was an upscale bar for the richest people in town and only business owners, heirs and wealthy tycoons could afford it.
This were men who controlled moves and commanded respect in the outside world but in here, they were a bunch of horny teenagers thinking with their penises rather than the genius brains the rest of the world knew them for.
I loved that I made those high men act like beasts. I loved that I was part of those who knew this part of them that was hidden to the rest of the world. Of course, I wouldn't breathe a word about this to any soul. I had signed a non-disclosure form before I took this job. I was not even to think about the clients after leaving the club, much more talk of them.
I tuned back to the men and the dance. I shifted my panties through the low skirt I was wearing and pushed my finger in so deep I could swear I felt impaled by it. I fucked myself hard with my finger, moaning loudly as I enjoyed myself and entertained them.
Some of the men had lost it and were pushing themselves off the chair they were seated on and inching forward. I could see the frustration on their faces that they couldn't go beyond that. Some had their hands on their trousers and were teasing themselves through the clothes. It was no doubt that they had huge erections and I was glad that I had done that to them. I was filled with pride. I wasn't the best erotic dancer in hot haven without a reason.
I teased them further, shaking on the pole as if I was having an orgasm, teasing them further and increasing their torture knowing that they couldn't touch me. The club had a strict code for protecting her employees. I was a stripper and not a prostitute and would never be pimped out to any client regardless of how much he offered to the management.
I stopped and let go of the pole the moment the music stopped and bowed to them, my legs as stable as the roots of a tree and the look on my face as cool as anything else as if I hadn't been fingering myself crazy a moment ago. The crowd cheered, going crazy and my smile got wider, soaking up all the attention.
I knew what it was that turned them on more. It was the reality that I could turn the whole room and still remain impassive after my performance as if it was just that. They loved the twist, the challenge and I did more of that whenever I was on stage. I had no doubt that my bonus tonight would be fat as well.
I looked over the crowd and my breath caught in my throat. That was when I noticed him. That was where it all began. That was when my life changed and became the mess that it was, a mess that I would do all over again if I had the chance.
I was never affected by clients as I preferred to think of them as faceless beings whose shouts and groans encouraged me on stage to do better so I could earn more. This time, it was different. I looked at the man and for some reasons, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He couldn't keep his eyes off me as well and it seemed like he was boring holes into my soul. The show was over and some of the patrons already had their minds on other things, talking to one another about a business deals and something else - after all, they were here for the connection as well - but this man still had his eyes on me.
He looked at me like he would love to suck me all over, lick me like I was a candy made especially for him and fuck me all hard and rough till I orgasmed truly.
I wouldn't have noticed him if I hadn't been looking around the club. He wasn't white and was seated in far corner of the club, twisting a glass of whisky in his black hands as he fixed a lusty state at me.
His eyes smiled at me when he realized I was looking at him. He had a naughty grin on his face and my heart started beating in my chest. He seemed like someone who could fuck me till I lost my composure and cool. He stared as if he would like me to come to that corner where he was so we could put that little theory to test. Oh boy, I groaned.
That really made me feel hot without a doubt. I wanted to jump his bones and it took me a lot of effort to not stare back at him as if I wouldn't mind fucking him in front of all these people if only he would have him.
He had this confident aura around him that must have come from being rich and knowing he could have anything that he wanted. It must be really good to be rich. I had no doubt that this man wanted me. He was hot and I was burning hot for him.
This was crazy. I had never done this before. I had never felt like this for a client before. I wondered if I had turned myself more than was needed on the pole and that was why I was reacting to him.
There was nothing special about this man. He wasn't the first man to look at me like they would like to eat me raw. They all did and I shouldn't be bothered about him. I was overreacting and yes, that was it.
I cleared my throat and looked away from him before I started blushing. I would hate to turn red here and have everyone see me look like a tomato. I would break my long-lasting record of being a professional and impassive record if I did that.
And for what? For a man I didn't know. He was just like the other clients, even though he had a gaze that threatened to pull me into the darkness with him.
I bowed one last time to the crowd and left the stage. Everything that had happened there after I was done dancing had been in a minute but with the way I was breathing hard, it felt like I had been climbing a mountain for the past seven hours.
I made my way to the dressing room and found Sean waiting for me at the door. I sighed, tired of this usual drama. Did we have to do this every night after my gig when he knew I would be tired?
"Sean, I'm not in the mood for this tonight. Please?" I begged, waving my hand at him as I tried to pass by him to the room.
The other girls were in different rooms dancing for the clients or serving drinks so I knew that no one would be coming or going into that room anytime soon. I didn't have an excuse to get out of Sean's way.
Unfortunately, he was also the manager of the club so I had to humor him even though I was bored with his nightly meetings.
"I also don't want to do this but you make me do this every night.
You give me no choice as well. Aren't you tired of doing this, Anabel?"
I hissed silently at him. Gosh, he was annoying with his leery smiles and looks. He was one of the reasons I hated that I was working at a strip club.
"No, Sean. Aren't you tired of doing this every night?"
"Are you sure you want to do this with me?"
I chuckled.
"Are we threatening each other now? You have seen that you can't cajole me and you think that I will be moved if you threaten me?"
He expelled a harsh breath. "Why would I threaten you?"
I nodded. "I'm glad that we have cleared that out of the way. I just wanted to remind you that you can't fire me if you have been thinking of doing that?"
He looked at me with a smirk on his face. "It seems someone is getting her ego growing."
I shrugged, not bothered by what he said. I wasn't going to be threatened into doing what I didn't want to do and made into being afraid when I didn't have to.
"She has the right to." I replied him."
He looked at me with his eyes wide in their sockets. "You do?"
I nodded. "Yes, I have the right to act like I'm a special employee in this club.
You can't act like we all don't know that I'm the dancer who takes in the most profits.
I'm an asset to the club and you can't sack me because of some personal differences.
I bet you would have a lot of explaining to the management and you don't want that."
He snorted.
"I'm tired of your pride, Anabel."
I laughed.
"What am I if not for my pride? A girl has got to take some pride in who and what she does."
I had heard a lot about Sean. He had slept with almost all the ladies in the club and that disgusted me. I was a dancer and not a prostitute.
I didn't know what made him think the ladies in the club were for his pleasure. He might have had the opportunity of being in bed with the other ladies because they were afraid of him but I wasn't going to be like that.
I wasn't going to stoop myself that low and I wasn't going to let anyone treat me as a slut.
He realized that I couldn't be swayed by threats and lowered his voice, his tone gentle as he spoke. I snorted. Maybe that was how he had gotten the email other girls. They could have been weak to resist him but I wasn't. I wasn't reluctant to fight for my respect even if others thought I didn't have one because of the work I did.
It was also possible that the other ladies wanted him but there was nothing that I wanted in Sean. He wasn't the kind of guy that I was attracted to. Not one bit.
"Anabel, come on." He began. "Just one date. That is all I ask for. I don't bite."
I snorted.
"But you would like to bite me afterwards."
His eyes sparkled as he understood what I meant and he grinned as he ran his eyes over my body. He was practically undressing me and I knew that. I acted like I didn't know to show that I wasn't bothered and interested in him one bit.
"Of course, baby. I would love to bite you in all the sweet places and make you moan all night."
I rolled my eyes.
I knew that was what he wanted and that was why I would never go out with him. He was going to move on to the next when he was done having what he wanted as if I was a trophy that he needed to have as an achievement.
"No, Sean. I'm never going out with you."
I heaved a sigh of relief as I saw the girls coming over and was glad that I would finally be able to escape.
He saw the girls coming over and hissed. "I will finally get to taste you, Anabel."
Ew. "You wish." I snorted and walked into the room, relieved that I would be finally get to rest after the night's job.
" Don't say anymore word than you already have, don't..." I stuck a finger out at him, sauntering away on my heels when a hand wrapped itself around my arm. Breathlessly he whispered, "You know that I do love you and...fine, what exactly was I supposed to do?" "Protect me and stand up for me. That is what you do for someone who you claim you love!" ************ Out to spite her ex-boyfriend after he had broken up with her on her birthday, Daphne slept with a stranger who turned out to be his uncle while trying to rebuff his words that she was unwanted by others. Was she ready for the wild chase that followed when he found out years later that she had been pregnant with his heirs and that she had been hiding the truth all this while? Faced with the ruthless CEO, known as the beast, who wasn't ready to back down, Daphne does everything possible to make sure her kids wouldn't be taken from her, but what happens when love gets in the mix of it all? Would she be able to conquer these weird feelings and give in her all amidst her scars? And with how deadly he turned out to be? And faced with her ex who still wants her back, what choice is she going to make?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
The night before her engagement, Valerie was tricked by her boyfriend and stepsister into spending the night with a stranger. After the night together, the man vanished. Later, her boyfriend accused her of cheating, revealing his affair with her stepsister. Pressured by her father, Valerie married an unconscious man in place of her stepsister. Valerie exposed the scheme, sabotaged her father's ambitions, and transformed herself. When her husband woke and chased her to the airport, she calmly refused him, saying, "It's over between us." He held her firmly. "You married me, so you must commit."
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
"We shouldn't be doing this," I said breathlessly, clutching his shirt.  "What shouldn't we be doing?" he asked, trailing wet kisses to my jugular as I bit my lips not to moan out.  "Me and you, making out," I responded, yet tilting my head to give him more access to my neck, "I'm your nephew's fiancée."  "Am or was?" He bit my neck, and my hands trembled.  "You were his fiancée," he said, his deep, husky voice sending a pleasure wave to my gaping hole, "but lost you due to his carelessness."  I moaned, feeling his hand trailing close to my anticipating cunt, "No talking of another man now," his finger brushed my clit, "You are mine now!" He growled and dove a finger in me. *** After catching her fiance in bed with another woman a few days before their wedding, Emily Waston was devastated and angry. In desperation, she walked into a bar where she had an unforgettable one night stand with a stranger. To her ultimate shock, she discovered the stranger was her fiancé's uncle. And to make the matter worse, she got herself into a tacky situation where she couldn't leave her fiancé's life completely. By working as John's live-in secretary, she began to fall in love with his uncle. And John in particular noticed the closeness between them and began to get jealous and wanted her back. How would Emily handle the desire which the two alpha relatives have for her?