My Sexy Stripper: A New Adult Romance

by Vivian Payne

  “Ugh, fine. Deal. Now, fix this, please.” I handed him his cell and slumped myself on my chair.

  “Okay. Jasper, sorry for the wait. I’m calling to ask you very nicely to stop sending flowers to my girl, or I could charge you for stalking. She is taken. You lost her, and now she’s with me, so respect her and her choice and leave her alone. Got it? Goodbye, Jasper.” The confident voice he was using made me feel things I never felt towards anyone before.

  I smiled. God damn, this man was good and handsome. His ass was nice and hard, and his buddy got all happy to see me. Too bad he was gay.

  “Are you done undressing me with your eyes?” Isaac asked with amusement in his voice.

  Oh, shit. He caught me checking him out. I scoffed.

  “Yeah, you wish,” I said, trying to save whatever dignity I had left. He laughed hard, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He didn’t seem like a fun guy to me since he was always so serious, unlike Ian. “How old are you?” I asked him.

  “Twenty-eight,” he answered me with a weary look.

  “When is your birthday?” I continued with my line of questioning.

  “April first.” He looked at me like he was waiting for me to laugh, but I just smiled.

  “What’s your favorite color?” I smiled again; we were playing twenty questions, and I was waiting for him to notice.

  “Blue,” he said while sitting back on the seat right across from me.

  “Middle name?” I continued as I sat back down on my own chair.

  “Ian.” He gave me a strange and mysterious look.

  I raised my eyebrow. “Your middle name is your brother’s first name?” That was odd.

  “Yeah. My folks are weird. Ian is my middle name.” Isaac blushed as he answered me. I stared at him as if he suddenly grew boobs. Then I laughed because of the mental image of Isaac with boobs, dressed in a pink tutu.

  “My turn.” Isaac snapped me out of my funny thoughts.

  Chapter 5

  Isaac

  Okay. I really didn’t know why I was dragging Natalie to my high school’s tenth-year reunion.

  However, it was fun negotiating our fake relationship. It’s a good thing I was able to copy Jasper’s number from her cellphone. I was acting out of character, and I didn’t like it. I already knew I felt an odd attraction to this woman, and I figured why not see if it would go away?

  When she and that asshole went outside to talk, I took advantage of the fact that Melissa and Ian were in their own little world and snatched Natalie’s phone. I was still wondering how the girl could be so trusting, leaving her phone unlocked with no password or locking features. Now here we were playing twenty questions.

  Of course, it did piss me off that Jasper had been trying to get her back, sending her flowers and shit. I mean, granted Natalie and I were not really together, but he didn’t know that! I clenched my fists tight until my knuckles turned white. I looked at Natalie only to find her laughing and biting her lower lip. I gave her an amused look, waving my hand in front of her to get her attention, but she seemed like she’s in her own little world.

  “My turn!” I yelled, snapping her out of her daydream.

  I cleared my throat and resumed our game.

  “Color?”

  “Black,” she answered.

  “Middle name?”

  “Marie,” she said and wrinkled her nose in distaste. I guess she didn’t like her middle name.

  “How old are you?” I was having fun, and that was hard to do these days.

  “Twenty-two.” I widened my eyes in surprise. I already knew she was young, but to hear it out loud was still different.

  “When is your birthday?”

  Her grin grew bigger while looking at me.

  “April first,” she replied.

  “You’re kidding me?” I asked in disbelief.

  “Nope,” she said, popping the P.

  “Whoa. We were born in the same month and day. Did you get picked on back in high school too?”

  “No, not really. Actually, my birthday parties were the best throughout my school years. Why? Did you?” she asked me, confused. I chuckled at the look on her face.

  “I’m sorry. It’s just that you seemed like the kind of guy who would be the football quarterback, the jock, or the popular ladies’ man. You know, not that someone who gets bullied.” She explained with a slight blush on her cheeks.

  I smiled. “People made fun of me during my birthdays, but it all stopped once I grew up and hit puberty in high school. Then I became all that you mentioned,” I said truthfully.

  “Okay, let’s continue. If Jasper keeps begging you, would you take him back?” I had no idea why I asked her that, but I really wanted to know her answer.

  She thought for a bit; she looked at the roses and sighed.

  “No, I wouldn’t. He knew I despised red roses, and yet he kept on sending them. My favorites are the purple carnations. And he sent heart-shaped chocolates too. I’m allergic to any kind of chocolates. It’s like in all the seven years we were together, he never really knew me. Oh, and he should already know that I don’t cheat, but he kept on asking me out, knowing that I’m with you even though he doesn’t know our relationship is just a pretense.” She finished her little rant. I nodded as I studied her.

  She looked so cute yet sexy in her tan silk blouse, black pencil skirt, and tan pumps. Her ponytail matched her outfit. She had no makeup on, just a light pink gloss on her lips. And her black square-framed glasses made her look even sexier.

  I stopped myself. Did I just describe all of her? I needed to get out of there.

  “I have to go. Be ready this Saturday at 6:00 pm; that’s when I’m picking you up,” I mumbled and left without waiting for her response.

  Am I really falling for her in the short time that I know her?

  No, no, no. Not again. Last time I was in love, the bitch ripped my heart into pieces and stomped on it.

  I couldn’t fall for this girl. She was still too young to know what she wanted. She was only twenty-two, and I was twenty-eight. Besides, she thought I was gay, and she’d probably take the jackass Jasper back. After all, they had been together for seven years.

  It was only Thursday today. Tomorrow, I get to go and dance at the club. That always put me in a good mood. It sucked that I wasn’t going to dance this Saturday.

  I sighed and rubbed my face for a while.

  “You okay, Isaac?” I groaned at Ian’s annoying voice.

  “Yeah, you need something?” I asked him, praying that he’d say no and leave me alone.

  No such luck.

  “Yes, I just came from Nat’s office. You’re taking her to your reunion?” I glanced at him and nodded.

  “Dude, do you like her?” He had to ask that. I looked out my window to come out with a good answer that would be believable to him and me.

  “No. Why would you ask me that?” I snapped at him, but he only smirked at me.

  “Isaac, you do like her. She’s a nice girl; ask her out for real. She seems to like you too,” he said with a knowing look. I narrowed my eyes at him.

  “She’s too young, and I don’t have time to date young girls that still go flash their boobs on spring break. Besides, I need a girl my age with her head on her shoulders. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some of us got to work.” I finished and ushered him out of my office.

  He made a face and said one last thing.

  “You’re wrong about her. She hardly goes to parties. She is all work and no play. She is the nicest girl with her head screwed tightly on her shoulders that you’ll ever meet. And you have been alone for too long. Maybe it’s time for you to look for some happiness.” With that, Ian walked out and slammed my door hard.

  I had never seen Ian looked so pissed. But I think he was biased since Natalie was his friend and he was dating the girl’s best friend.

  This was my love life and my heart, and I needed to protect myself. I didn’t want to be brokenhearted again. I sigh
ed as I turned to my computer. I felt like my skin was crawling and grimaced because I knew Ian was right. I just didn’t know how to fix myself; I was too broken.

  Chapter 6

  Natalie

  Thursday night

  I was cleaning my kitchen and listening to random music from my iPhone.

  The Script, McFly, and All Time Low.

  I was all over the place when a familiar song came on: “Rain on Me” by Pitbull ft. Marc Anthony.

  I blushed; that was the song played when Isaac gave me the lap dance. Damn it. I had no shame, getting turned on by a sexy gay stripper. I groaned, frustrated. I never had sex; I was saving my virginity for the person I was going to marry. Yes, it sounded so lame, but I liked to wait.

  My doorbell buzzed, and I silently thanked God for stopping me from fantasizing more about Isaac.

  That’d bring me down from my thoughts. However, who could be visiting me? I wasn’t expecting anyone.

  I made my way to the door and swung it open, only to be greeted by the person I didn’t want to see again.

  Jasper stood in front of me with a suitcase on his hand.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him, frustrated. Seriously, when did he get so annoying?

  “Well, I’m moving back into my room,” he chirped as he pushed his way in.

  “The fuck if you are! You moved out, remember?” I yelled at him.

  And the fucker just smiled. I’m going to kill him.

  “Aw, Natty. Don’t you remember? We both bought this apartment. It’s half mine and half yours, so I’m taking back my half since my living arrangements didn’t work out,” he pointed out while smirking.

  I was about to offend him with every insult from the book, but my cellphone chimed; I got a text. I did what the lawyer in me told me to do, so I flipped Jasper off. Not one of my proudest moments.

  I checked my phone. It was a text from Isaac.

  I’m picking you up tomorrow before work. We need to get you clothes for Saturday. See you tomorrow, PRINCESS.

  As I read the text, I could imagine Isaac’s smirk. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the smile playing on my lips.

  And also, I narrowed my eyes at the fucking pet name. Ugh. I knew it was going to be a lame pet name, but it still made me smile.

  “Doesn’t he know that you despise pet names?” Jasper asked directly from behind me, startling me. When did he get so close?

  “He does, but I let him call me that because it’s him. And please respect my privacy and give me some space. God, Jasper, when did you get so annoying?” I spat at him. I turned around and headed straight to my room. I slammed the door hard. I was so pissed. I needed to put space between us. I got ready for bed and snuggled against my pillow.

  Before I drifted off to sleep, Isaac came into my mind, wearing nothing but a thong and staring at me as if I was the most beautiful thing to him.

  I smiled. Yes, only in your dreams, Nat.

  ***

  I woke up the next day, yawning, still tired from last night. I kept having the same dream: Isaac dancing for me with his shaft out while I was grabbing it and stroking it slowly, wishing it were somewhere else other than my hand.

  I groaned. I needed sex.

  But for now, I’d take a shower before my hot fake gay boyfriend came to pick me up.

  When I came out, I heard voices. Angry voices.

  “I told you I live here too, and I’m not moving out,” Jasper sneered at Isaac.

  “What is going on here?” I asked them both.

  “He—is he living with you?” Isaac asked, pointing at a smirking Jasper.

  I groaned; this sucks. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, wishing my life was back to normal. I opened one eye; Isaac still looked pissed, and Jasper was still smirking. I sighed.

  “We bought this apartment together at the beginning of our college years. It seemed like a good idea at that time, but not so much now. We’re stuck since he owns half of the apartment,” I explained to Isaac while glancing at Jasper.

  God, I hate him.

  But why was Isaac so mad? We’re not really together, and he was gay.

  He’s gay, right?

  “No, not going happen. Natalie, pack some of your stuff. You can stay with me,” Isaac said. Jasper and I spoke at the same time.

  “What? Isaac, what do you mean?” I made my way towards him, ignoring Jasper.

  “Natty, you don’t need to move in with him!” Jasper sneered. The table had been turned. Now, it was Jasper who was glaring at a smug-looking Isaac.

  “Easy. You want her back after you fucked up. Dude, she’s now taken. She’s my girlfriend, and I will not have her around a jerk who hurt her,” Isaac said, making me smile. I cleared my throat.

  “It would be better and easier if you moved in here. I need a lot of stuff. You’re a man. All you need are just clothes,” I told Isaac, scrunching my nose up. He was gay, so he might be using the same crap I used.

  “Fair enough. I’ll bring some of my clothes tonight. We’ll have lots of fun, huh, princess,” he said cheerfully, and I narrowed my eyes at him. He laughed softly and wrapped his arm around my waist, ignoring the fuming Jasper.

  Well, shit. What did I just get myself into?

  Chapter 7

  Isaac

  Did I just agree to move in with my fake girlfriend?

  I was so screwed. Here I was, trying to get this situation under control, but I tried to have her move in with me.

  What was I thinking?

  Oh, I wasn’t. That’s it. Why did I even get pissed when that idiot opened the door wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body?

  It shouldn’t have bothered me like it did. She wasn’t mine. She was free to date whoever she wanted. And hell, she could take that jackass back if she wanted to.

  “Isaac, you’re about to break the steering wheel.” Damn, I forgot Natalie was in my car.

  “Sorry, I got a migraine,” I answered her. I don’t think she was buying my excuse judging by the way she was narrowing her eyes at me.

  I sighed. It was time to come clean and pray to God that this girl wouldn’t hurt me like the last one—the one that stole my heart and gave it back to me ripped in pieces.

  “Natalie, what do you really think of me?” I gave up. I liked her, and if she also liked me, then I guessed we could try to date for real.

  I looked at her only to find her staring blankly at me.

  She cleared her throat and scrunched up her nose. What does that mean? Does she hate me? I started to panic because my low self-esteem was seeping out again, and I had worked so hard to hide that part of me.

  “You’re cute and very confident; kind of a jerk too.” She smiled and continued.

  “But that’s your charm, and it makes you look sexy.”

  She finished, her cheeks turning red.

  “I can’t stop thinking about that night when you danced for me. Hell, I even have dreams about you,” she murmured while looking at the window.

  I couldn’t breathe; I was speechless. Is this…Am I dreaming? Then she whispered something, closing her eyes.

  “It’s too bad you’re gay.” Oh, crap. She still thought I was gay. I was stunned, and then I did something that I hadn’t done in a very long time.

  I laughed. I laughed like never before. I had tears in my eyes. My gut was hurting from laughing so hard. It took me a while before I calmed down. I relaxed a bit and rubbed my chin while looking at Natalie who was now annoyed.

  “Natalie, would you like to be my real date tomorrow night?” I smiled at the blush that completely took over her beautiful face.

  She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

  “But you are. You’re not gay, are you?” I shook my head.

  “No, you assumed I was. I just liked dancing, and I’m a bisexual.” She had a small smile on her lips, but then she widened her eyes in horror.

  “What?” I asked her.

  “You’re staying with
us, and if we do date, I don’t want to rush and have sex. It was fine when I thought you were gay. Sorry by the way, for assuming, but now you can’t stay with me,” she said, and all I could think about was fighting for her.

  “Natalie, I became jealous even if we were not really dating. If we are going to make this real, you need to stay at my place because I tend to become jealous, and I am also a little possessive,” I explained.

  She smiled and hugged me, which was a little uncomfortable since we were still sitting in my car. She pecked my lips lightly. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at her.

  “When you said you didn’t want to rush things, for how long did you mean?” I questioned, but she only giggled.

  “Okay. I’ll stay at your place. Come on; let’s go back so I can pack some of my stuff.” I smiled, and we made our way back to her apartment.

  “Isaac, to answer your question…” She paused and gave me a wicked smile. “I always tell myself that I would wait for my first time until marriage, so it’ll probably be a long waiting period,” she said. But to be honest, I stopped listening as soon as she said she would wait until marriage. So that meant she was…

  “Natalie, are you a virgin?” I questioned her. Natalie gave me a sweet smile and nodded slowly. She tiptoed and placed a quick peck on my lips. My mind was going through her words; that would mean if we both ended up getting married, I would be her first and only. I stopped myself from thinking about it. It was too soon to think about marriage.

  “Changed your mind, Natty?” Jasper asked. I didn’t realize Natalie had opened the door.

  I grinned at him smugly.

  “Yeah, we did. My princess and I wanted privacy, so we’ll be staying at my place.” I smirked at him. How I loved the irritated look on his face. He turned to Natalie and scoffed.