Chloe
My heart stopped. Mark?
My fingers flew to my neck before I could stop them, I touched the place right where Logan had gripped me a few days ago. I’d covered it carefully with makeup. I was sure I had. But did Alexander notice?
He glanced down at the faint bruise before his gaze darkened. My pulse pounded in my ears.
I coughed and quickly rose from his lap, ignoring the lingering pleasure as his c**k slipped away from my c**t. My knees almost buckled, but I forced them to stay steady.
“Alexander,” I said, trying to sound composed. “Don’t forget the rules. What happens to me is none of your business.”
His jaw clenched, but he didn’t interrupt. He just watched me.
“You’re just a stripper, and I’m just a married woman who wants an affair. Nothing more. I don't want anything bey
