In love with a stripper

"Ahh"

A low groan came from the human figure which was sprawled on the bed. The figure sat up sluggishly and subconsciously held his head because it was banging due to hangover.

He rushed to the bathroom to puke his guy out and immediately regretted getting drunk last night.

He couldn't remember much of what happened and how he returned home. His memory was very blurry as his thoughts were still disorganized. He turned on the tap and raised his mouth and then used the back of his palm to wipe his mouth.

He walked out of the restroom with unstable steps but he finally made it to the bed , burying his face into the pillow.

After awhile the door to his room opened with a creak noise and a little head could be seen peeping in " Uncle Oliver ??" A cute little voice called out.

Oliver who wasn't deep in sleep heard the voice and raised his head up. The room was a little dark due to the thick blind but he could tell it was little Chloe.

" Chloe!!" He called sitting up despite the pain in his head.

" Uncle, I can't come in. Your room is really scary" the voice came as she was standing in front of the room.

Oliver sighed deeply and came down from the bed, he walked towards the window and drew the blind to the side.

He didn't expect the sun to be so high and bright. He closed his eyes as the pain in his head became worst due to the bright light shining right into his eyes.

" Uncle?"

Oliver turned and saw that Chloe had walked in standing behind him with a smile on her face.

Oliver raised his eyebrow and knelt down in front of Chloe and rubbed her hair. She giggled and said

" Mommy said I should wake uncle up to eat, uncle didn't join us to eat breakfast this morning so uncle must be hungry" she said in a childish way.

Oliver smiled and replied her " yes uncle is hungry but uncle needs to shower because..." He lean over and whisper into her eyes.

She laughed and said " yes you do uncle"

Oliver smiled and gently tousled Chloe's hair before standing up.

"Go meet your mommy, I'll be down shortly, alright?"

"Okay!" The child nodded eagerly, and Oliver made his way to the bathroom.

When Oliver emerged, towel-drying his hair, he froze upon seeing someone unexpected sitting on his bed, engrossed in playing with his tablet. Clearly, this person hadn't noticed his entrance. Intrigued, he approached quietly, peering over her shoulder to see what she was up to.

"Hey, you little troublemaker. Didn't I tell you to go downstairs?" Oliver said playfully, startling the girl. She smiled upon realizing it was him and eagerly showed him her drawing on the tablet—a simple stick figure.

Uncle Oliver, she called him, fascinated by his prowess as an artist. Oliver, who earned a living through his artistic talents, was delighted to see Chloe's interest in becoming an artist too.

Picking Chloe up, Oliver carried her downstairs to meet Lisa, who was waiting in the dining area with a packed lunchbox. Lisa stood up upon seeing them.

"You took forever to come down here. Anyway, I'm off to meet Grey, and I've packed your lunch. But first, you owe me an explanation about the hot lady who brought you home," she teased, winking mischievously as she grabbed the lunchbox.

As Lisa's words registered in Oliver's mind, he began to recall fragments of the previous day, particularly the face of the lady in question. Though he remained outwardly composed, his thoughts couldn't help but wander.

Without further ado, Oliver settled Chloe in her chair at the table.

"Take care of our little artist here. I'll be back before you know it," Lisa said, bidding Chloe goodbye with a tender kiss. Then Lisa left, leaving Oliver alone with Chloe, ready to embark on an exciting day filled with creativity and care.

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