Strip For Me (Reverse Harem Serial Book 1)

by G. Bailey

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Copyright ©2017 by G.Bailey.

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  List of G. Bailey’s books-

  The King Brother’s Series-

  Izzy’s Beginning (Book one)

  Sebastian’s Chance (Book two)

  Elliot’s Secret (Book three)

  Harley’s Fall (Coming soon)

  Luke’s Revenge (Coming soon)

  Her Guardians Series-

  Winter’s Guardian (Book one)

  Winter’s Kiss (Book two)

  Winter’s Promise (Book three)

  Winter’s War (Coming soon)

  Her Fate Series-

  (Her Guardians Series spinoff)

  Adelaide’s Fate (Coming soon)

  Adelaide’s Trust (Coming soon)

  Adelaide’s Storm (Coming soon)

  Saved by Pirates Series-

  Escape the sea (Book One)

  Love the sea (Coming Soon)

  Save the sea (Coming soon)

  Strip for Me Serial-

  Part One

  Part Two

  Part Three (Coming October)

  Part Four (Coming November)

  Part Five (Coming December)

  Part One…

  One night. One divorce. One too many drinks and one very hot man make a bad combination.

  It was only meant to be one night to celebrate my long-needed divorce, but when I find out that I'm actually pregnant by the hot man I met that night, it turns out I'm not as free as I wanted.

  When I finally manage to track down my hot one-night stand, it's only to find he lives with his three other friends.

  And they want me to move in.

  **This is a Reverse harem serial**

  18+

  This is part one of a five Part serial

  Dedication.

  To my part-demon friend Chesca, may you find your own strippers.

  “The unexpected moment is always sweeter.”

  -Julia Quinn

  Chapter One

  Ellie

  Three months earlier…

  "Two drinks?" I ask Liz in a loud voice as she hands me two fruity looking cocktails. I haven't drunk anything in years so this is a lot for me.

  "Yes, your divorce went through! We are celebrating!" Liz shouts over the music of the club. I laugh and silently agree with her, I'm finally free. I got married when I was eighteen and it was the stupidest thing I ever did. No one is old enough to get married at eighteen and actually know the person they are marrying. Sure, it might have worked for someone else, but not for me. For me, it just ended up in tears, my tears not his.

  No, his tears were lost somewhere inside of the secretary he was fucking. Why is it always the secretary?

  I quickly drink the two fruity drinks and look around the bar. I haven't had sex in four years, four years of watching my husband snoring next to me and only staying with him because I thought I loved him. Hell, I have no idea what love is. The closest I think I've came to seeing it is my parents who have been married for twenty years. Even then, I think they just basically ignore each other and that’s how they have gotten so far without trying to kill each other.

  "Come and dance, you’re twenty-six and you need to get laid!" Liz pulls my arm and voices my inner thoughts. It's a sign we have known each other way too long.

  I let Liz pull me to the packed dance floor, the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies filling my senses. I remember why I didn’t like these places now. It's funny how you miss something that you didn’t actually like. I don’t think I will be missing my ex-husband any time soon though. If I start to, I'm going to get Liz to hit me on the head with something heavy until some sense is knocked back into me.

  I move my body to the music, my top and skirt sticking to my back with the heat of all the bodies. I'm glad my hair is up in some complicated bun that I had done at the hairdressers. I don’t know many clips are in it but I know it’s going to take forever to get them all out. It only takes a minute or so of dancing before I feel hands sliding down around my waist. Liz was right, she bet that I would be hit on straight away. I'm not stupid enough to think I'm not attractive, but I'm nowhere near as stunning as Liz is. Pulling together all the courage I have, I turn to see the most attractive man I have ever seen.

  Sinful blue eyes, golden skin and golden short hair. This man should not be dancing with a girl like me, he looks like he should be dancing with a supermodel or something.

  I let him pull me closer, our bodies swaying to the music and I find out that he can really dance. I let him control the movements, following the music to a beat. I don’t think I have ever seen a man able to dance like this, I feel like we’re halfway to having sex and he hasn’t even kissed me yet.

  One of his smooth large hands slides up my back and to the back of my neck, holding me in place as he moves his head next to mine.

  His soft lips trail up my neck, across my jaw until our lips meet. The man only brushes his lip across mine until I push back with my own. He only needs that little encouragement as he takes my lips in a passionate embrace and his hand finds the back of my head. I moan a little when he pulls me harder against his toned body, every hard part of him pushing against me. The man smells like alcohol and mint at the same time. It's intoxicating.

  "Come back to mine?" He asks in a whisper, a whisper that promises a night full of passion. Something I cannot ever remember having and something I really want, even with this hot stranger. I have only ever slept with one person in my life and I want to explore. What’s better than a hot stranger to do that with?

  "Yes," I whisper back close to his ear. I have to stretch up on my tip toes to get close to his ear but he keeps us swaying to the music as I do. He is so tall compared to me. The man takes my hand and we walk out of the dancers. I briefly catch Liz's eyes by the bar, she winks at me and gives me a thumbs up. At least I don't have to message her to let her know I'm leaving. The man wraps his arm around my waist as we get outside and the cold air hits me. My very small glitter top and long tight black skirt aren’t doing much to keep me warm. The man, whose name I don't know, takes his jacket off and wraps it around my shoulders as we walk the twenty or so steps to the taxi rank.

  "We don't know each other's names," I say, hesitating a little outside the taxi door the man holds open for me.

  "Andre, yours?" He asks. Andre's voice is deep and sounds so much more seductive outside the club.

  "E
llie," I say and he smiles before he presses a gentle kiss on my lips. The man can kiss, that’s for sure.

  "Make your choice, Ellie," he says as he moves back. I choose to get into the taxi.

  Chapter Two

  Ellie

  Present day…

  "Is that? Am I?" I mumble out as Liz pulls the little white stick out of my shaky hands. I can’t even say the word that is spelt out on the stick.

  "You're pregnant," she says with a shake of her head. Pregnant.

  I’m pregnant.

  "Holy ducks," I say and stand up. I can't be pregnant. Well I can but I can’t believe the first time I have crazy wild sex with a stranger I end up pregnant. I knew it was too good to be true, no way did I get lucky enough to have the perfect night and walk away scot free. We used protection, so how the hell did this happen?

  I guess I know condoms are not 100% effective but I still can’t believe it. The word pregnant keeps running around my mind.

  The place we had sex was a hotel and I snuck out when he was in the shower the next morning. I can't say it wasn't a good night, as it was but that was three months ago. I haven't seen him since or even tried to look for him. Now I'm having his child and my life is sounding like something out of a bad tv program.

  This cannot be happening.

  "First thing first," Liz says putting the stick down on the bathroom sink and comes over to me. She places her hands on my shoulders and I look up at her eyes. Her blue eyes just remind me of Andre’s. My baby might have his eyes.

  My baby, that’s a weird thought that fills me with tiny flutters of hope and an unexpected amount of love. I’m having a baby, I think as my hand moves to my stomach. I see Liz’s eyes watch my movement,

  "Do you want this baby?" She asks me gently. I know why she is asking, my life is far from perfect and it’s the worst time in my life to be having a baby.

  My life is in ruins at the moment. My divorce went through fine but my ex-husband still found a way to screw me over. I let him have the money we had saved and the expensive cars, if I could have the house. The house I received in the divorce was burnt down last week. The firefighters and police believe it was done on purpose and they arrested my ex. I doubt they will be able to press charges, my ex-husband is a lawyer after all. If he set fire to my house when I was out, he would have planned everything. Every detail would be gone over to make sure he couldn't get caught. He also cancelled the house insurance before I could change the name on it. The bastard just smiled at me as he was taken in for questioning and our eyes met across the police station. At least he is in my past now. I didn’t even want to keep the house, I was going to just sell it, but all the things I had in the house meant a lot to me. The childhood pictures and letters I had from my nan were lost. The only thing that I was glad got burnt was my wedding dress.

  So now I have no money, no home and as I used to work in accounts at my ex-husband’s firm, I have no job.

  Being pregnant is just the icing on the bloody cake.

  I can’t help the worry that takes over, how am I going to look after a baby?

  I'm currently sleeping on Liz's sofa in her studio apartment. It's not ideal but I really don't have anywhere else to go. I have applied for a few jobs this week but they would be mad to offer me a job now that I'm pregnant.

  I don't have any family to turn to, they live in Scotland and I live in York. They would lose their minds if they found out I'm pregnant and wouldn’t help me.

  They still aren't talking to me because I got a divorce from who they thought was the perfect man. When I told them that I found him fucking his secretary over his desk, they said it was just a misunderstanding. They suggested couple’s therapy. I told them and my ex-husband where they could shove the therapy.

  So yeah, I can’t turn to them for help. I need to stand on my own two feet, or how ever that saying goes.

  No matter how difficult this may be, how the chances are that I’m going to be on my own bringing up a child. I’m still doing this.

  I’m having a baby.

  "Yes," I say the word and know it's completely true. I've always wanted children and I could never abort this child. Adoption is out of the question as well. I couldn't do it, hands up to the mums that can but I couldn't. This is not how I wanted my first pregnancy to be but you can’t plan life.

  "We will work something out," Liz says drawing my gaze to her as she stands with hands on her hips staring at my stomach.

  "There's no we in this Liz, I will have to find somewhere to live and a job," I say as I walk away from her and stare at myself in the mirror.

  I don't look pregnant; my stomach is flat in the skinny jeans and white top I'm wearing. It’s hard to believe there is a little baby in there, but one glance at the seven white sticks in the sink tell another story. If something says anything seven times, there is no avoiding it.

  The only reason I even thought I might be pregnant was because of my lack of periods. I haven't been sick or anything. The only difference is my tiredness, I can’t stop falling asleep everywhere. I’m lucky I’m not working I guess, but I remember the small amount in my bank account and I know I would rather be working.

  Holy ducks, how am I going to do this?

  My own brown eyes flash back at me in the mirror and I force myself to hold my chin up as I pull out my phone. I call my doctor’s and get an appointment, I need to start being responsible. Liz doesn’t say anything as I manage to get an appointment tomorrow, due to a cancellation. At least I don’t have to wait long to start sorting things out.

  "I'm with you on this," Liz says and I turn my head to smile at her. I have known Liz for what seems like forever. We went to the same middle school and high school. Then we went to the same university and we stuck by each other’s side. I should have listened to her when she told me she didn’t like my ex-husband. I still remember how happy it made her when I told her I was leaving him. Liz is a good friend, she stuck around when a lot of others didn’t and I won’t forget that. I will always be there for her.

  “Look this is a three-month baby, it’s on some mum’s website,” Liz offers me her phone and there’s a little picture of a fetus. It kind of looks like a baby, maybe a small alien one. There’s a load of information underneath the picture and I remind myself to read it all later on my own phone. I hand the phone back to Liz who smiles.

  "I need to find him, the baby’s dad," I say, and she nods in understanding.

  "He could be an asshole who wants nothing to do with you or the baby, you okay with that?" She asks. I hope he isn't but she does make a fair point, I don't know anything about the man other than his name and how good he is in bed. I don’t even know his last name, I mentally cringe at how bad that makes me sound.

  "Let’s just hope he isn't," I say and my hand slides down to my flat stomach. It's hard to believe there is a baby growing in there.

  My baby.

  Chapter Three

  Ellie

  "How are we going to get the hotel to tell us anything about Andre?" I ask Liz as we stand outside the hotel he had brought me to. It's in town and its one of the most expensive ones. I know he must have some money to be able to afford a room here, I Googled the room price one night when I was bored and found out the rooms go for over six hundred a night. The hotel is in one of those old buildings but it’s been beautifully restored. It mixes the old with the new in a classic way. There’s a massive fountain just outside, with a statue of mermaid that has water pouring out her hands. The hotel is called Mer Hotel and I’m sure it has something to do with the old- looking mermaid statue.

  "I am going to and you are going to act pretty," she says and I laugh.

  "Act pretty? How do you do that?"

  "Bat your eyelashes, squeeze your chest together with your arms, you know- that kind of stuff," she says and I laugh when I see her do a funny eyelash bat.

  "I'm going to pretend you didn't just imply that I'm not pretty on my own," I say with a fake sniffle and she laugh
s with me. I need the laughter to get over my nerves. I move my hand to my stomach and remind myself why I’m doing this. It’s for my baby. The doctor’s appointment went well and I already have a scan booked. I really hope Andre wants to be involved and maybe he can come.

  "You know you are but maybe I should just handle this,” she says with a shrug and walks into the hotel. Liz is far prettier than me and that’s why she is doing this. Also, she has a slightly crazy amount of confidence, a confidence I only wish I had. Liz has long blonde hair, a curvy body I would kill for and massive blue eyes that draw people in. In school, people used to refer to her as a Barbie doll. They weren't wrong. Except she is far smarter and used to have the boys wrapped around her finger at school. I’m sure Liz has more than one boyfriend at the moment but she wouldn’t confirm or deny that to me. Whatever works for her.

  I quickly catch up to Liz, looking like I'm dressed for popping to the supermarket and Liz looks like she is ready for a night out in her tight black dress. A few people stare as we walk into the quiet, posh hotel. Not at me but at Liz, dressing in club clothes in the middle of the day does catch people's attention.

  Liz walks straight up to the desk and leans over it. The poor man who only looks eighteen or so has bright red cheeks as Liz speaks to him. I stand near the sofas in the room and watch as the boy nods at everything Liz says. He quickly types some things on the computer and writes something down. I watch in disbelief as Liz accepts the note of paper of him and leans further over the table to place a kiss on his bright red cheek.

  I do not know how she does it but Liz always gets her own way.

  She walks back over to me and links my arm in hers as we walk out.

  "That's your baby daddy's home address and number. Apparently, he was only in town for two nights and his village is just outside the city," Liz says and I nod in shock a little. She simply smirks at me.