The Stripper Alpha

atter how many drinks I downed, the memory of being left standing at the altar alon

ast bitter drop without remorse. Tonight, there

ride-to-be, or the polished princess. Who follows ever

ne different, some

osen precisely for its anonymity. No on

ked from beside without even looking a

. I turned slowly, plastering on a sweet smile for the ma

refill, hoping he'd take the hint, because I don't

ht want a company since

him off.. He froze under my gaze, his confidence disappearing as

shudder away j

d every excruciating detail of that day the whispers, the stares, the pity in

d of me. I was done trying to be a good person and at

proached the woman with bright pink hair standing

xpression unreadable, bef

d as we entered a secluded room bathed in soft blue light. The atmosphere was warm, almost hypn

aid, handing me a silk mask. "Close

onto the plush lounge chair. The mask slid ove

breaths slowed, counting each inhale a

a pre

ugh me. I couldn't see him, but the air seemed

y for your se

ated in my chest, stirring something I hadn't felt in a long t

h I wasn't sure

of my heartbeat. His hands found my back, warm and deliberate as they grazed

rounded. But his hands moved with such skill, his

s thi

hest brushing against my back. I could feel the heat of his body,

. When his hands skimmed my shoulders and his breath ghosted o

sti

. I could feel his eyes on me, even through the mask, a

The feeling was too mu

e sharp line of his jaw. His breath hitched, and

r of it, I pulled him down

rm, moving against mine with an intensity that left me breathle

g me closer, I felt my heart race, desi

ity crashed back in. My fingers m

o see this person that ignited

es, and the room lit up just as

t me, shock and recognition mi

t are you

d clutching my chest as

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