The CEO’s Stripper

Episode4

"If you don't obey me jasmine, I'm gonna tell Ella about all you do at the clubhouse including a video as a proof." He said, and suddenly played a video of me on his phone. I was dancing on the pole half naked! I had almost collapsed on my feet.

I struggled to keep my stand and I felt tears pricked at the back of my eyes. Why did I have to encounter such a person?

"W-Why are you doing this?" I asked shuttering a bit. I didn't want to shed tears in front of him, I didn't want him to see how weak I was.

"It's simple, Jasmine. It's obvious I want you. Get in the car, let's go." He ordered. My eyes widened in horror.

"W-What! I can't go with you this way. My sister, she's going to worry about my whereabouts!" I retorted. What's seriously wrong with this blue-eyed guy?

"Get in, Now! You don't have to worry about your sister, I'll make sure she's fine!" He uttered, making me scoff loudly. This whole thing still feels so unreal to me.

I reluctantly made my way towards his car; One of his bodyguards opened the door for me to get in before banging it shut. The blue-eyed guy finally got in the car and the driver ignited the engine driving off at a crazy speed.

The drive was a silent one until we arrived at a big gigantic gate. The gates swung open with a mechanical precision, revealing a sprawling Mansion. This blue-eyed guy must be even richer than I thought; judging by the huge mansion.

The driveway snaked through meticulously manicured gardens filled with different flowers,ranging from lavenders to roses and then daisies which led to a grand entrance framed by towering columns. The mansion itself stood proudly as if molded with wealth.

The door swung open for us immediately we got there and I saw a few people in black suits, scurried out of the house and assembled themselves at the side close to the entrance door.

I flinched when I felt a hand wrapped around mine. I took my eyes up to stare into his face as he smirked down at me and began striding towards the door with our hands intertwined. The men and women in suits bowed at us as we strode past them inside the Mansion.

Was all of that display really necessary? These blue eyes is definitely a d**k heads!

A crystal chandelier hung overhead, casting prismatic reflections across overly polished marble floors,with the air holding a faint scent of luxury, as every corner whispered tales of affluence. From the tasteful and intricate artwork adorning the walls to the polished mahogany furniture that exudes elegance.

I swallowed hard as I stared at the mansion. It was a place where luxury was not just a statement, but definitely a way of life.

"You're welcome to my home, Badass" He said with a grin plastered on his face.

"I'm not here for all of this, Blue eyes! Can you go straight to the point so I can be out of here in a few minutes?" I asked with pleading eyes even though my tone wasn't sounding as such.

He didn't say a word as he pulled me along with him to the elevator. We got In and he clicked on the third floor. Once we were there, the elevator ding and opened up for us to make our way out.

He swung a door open, pulling me inside with him. It seems to be his bedroom. Everywhere were glinting In golds and the bed was a king sized one and neatly arranged. He seems to be a neat freak.

"Why the hell did you bring me here, blue eyes?" I asked as I watched him take his seat on the seater couch close to his king sized bed.

"That's because, I want you all to myself! I'm ready to pay you up to five hundred thousand dollars per night. All you've got to do is strip and make me happy." He uttered with a smirk plastered on his face.

Once again, the amount he had just mentioned almost made me lose my footing. That money is going to take me up to four years or more to acquire, and now, this blue-eyed guy is presenting it to me on a platter of gold!

Yes, I needed the money so much; yet, I'm afraid of these Blue eyes. I barely know him.

I just didn't know the answer to give him right now. His eyes were boring into mine as I tried to process all he had said to me. 'Strip and make me happy ' these words kept resounding in my head.

"I-I barely know you. Why do you want me? What's so special about me?" I couldn't help but ask. He saw me at the club and suddenly wants me, isn't it absurd and crazy?

The moment the words left Mr mouth, he suddenly got up from the couch and took slow strides towards me. It looked a whole lot in me not to move backwards.

He stood in front of me, his hands ran down my cheeks slowly sending different sensations around my body, he placed his hand under my cheekbone and lifted my face to stare into his.

I could feel his sweet breath hovering around my face. "You're special because Frederick McDonald's wants you to be his woman and his badass stripper! Not every woman gets to be this lucky, Jasmine Locke. You should kiss my feet for wanting you." The moment he breathed these words into my face with my eyes almost bulging out of its socket, he slammed his lips on mine without any warnings.

I wished to stop him, push him off my body but, my body was saying something different. His name rang again in my head; Fredrick McDonald's the wealthiest Billionaire in Spain, currently kissing me senseless.