Love Unbreakable
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
A Second Chance With The CEO After Divorce
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces
Mated To Big Brother-in-law
A Return To Love's Madness
Unforeseen Temptation: Spoiled By The Aloof Magnate
When Love Comes Late
Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love
My name is Chloe, and ever since I was born I never imagined that my life would take an unexpected turn.
Working as a striper in Gold peak club. I am still astonished at how I got there. Although it not a life that I chose for myself, but I needed to survive.
I've been criticized by friends and families, each of them with thier point of view but I needed to back my adult self up with finances, so I paid deaf ears to their shenanigans.
Before I became one, I despised all those who did this job, this was because of how i was brought up. To me they were ladies who tarnished their image and self worth, by selling themselves to viewers, dancing half naked I'm the eyes of men. But when i had nothing and when all doors were locked ,this job which i depised so much opened all close doors for me so i embraced it.
what i love more about my job is that me being a stripper doesn't mean i sell myself to men ,but that's what people get wrong and don't even bother listening to my explanations, not that i care anymore i love myself and what matter's is that am happy.
I finished my shift at the club and walked out into the night, feeling a familiar sense of fear rising within me. It's been happening for a few weeks now - this feeling of someone watching me, following me. I try not to look back or show any fear, but it's keeps harder and harder each day.
As I walk down the deserted street, I can feel my pulse racing. Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me, and my heart skips a beat. I turn around sharply, but there's no one there. I shake my head, chiding myself for being paranoid, and keep walking.
Finally, I reach my apartment building and let out a sigh of relief. I fumble for my keys and unlock the front door, quickly stepping inside and locking it behind me. I lean against the door, taking a moment to calm down, when something catches my eye.
There, on the wall opposite me, is a message scrawled in bold, black letters: "I'm watching you."
i sat on the ground with a loud thud ;
My heart pounds in my chest as I stare at the ominous message on the wall. My first thought is to call the police, but something stops me. I can't explain it, but I feel like there's more to this than meets the eye. I feel like I'm being drawn into something, and I don't know if I can resist.
I try to shake off the feeling and head to my bedroom, but as I pass the window, I catch a glimpse of someone standing outside. It's too dark to see who it is, but I can feel their eyes on me, watching me.
I freeze, wondering what to do. Should I call the police? Should I confront them? Or should I ignore them and hope that they go away?
As I stand there, paralyzed with fear, the person outside makes a move. I hear the sound of someone trying to force open the window, and I realize that I'm in danger. I run to the closet and grab a baseball bat, feeling a sense of power as I hold it in my hands.