My Sexy Stripper: A New Adult Romance

by Vivian Payne

  “Let me be the one to explain it to your parents. My parents already know, so it would just be us talking to your parents,” Isaac replied.

  “Thank you. Well, I’ll see you later,” I said and grabbed my purse.

  ***

  My mom and I went to meet Jasper’s mom, Anna. She was pretentious and a snob. But for some reason, she liked me. It could be because my family was very well-known but never flaunted it. My parents had investments, but they had always been so down to earth. After the dress fitting, I told Anna that Mom and I had to go.

  “So, what exactly do you need to do?” Anna asked, sounding suspicious.

  “I want to go have lunch with my mom and dad. I already texted Dad to meet us somewhere,” I explained, and I could see Anna didn’t like my plans.

  “And why can’t we all have lunch together? After all, we’re going to be a family soon. I can have Harold and Jasper meet us there. I’ll have my driver take us somewhere nice,” she said, trying to take over.

  “Anna, I want to have lunch with my parents. I haven’t had any time to spend with them alone.” I snapped. My mother smirked a little as we got in a cab, leaving Anna to stare after us.

  “Well, that was fun to watch,” my mother said, and I smiled at her. Of course that was fun since I had never lost my patience with Jasper or his family, not even his sister.

  We went to pick Dad up at the D’Angelo’s country club’s entrance.

  “So, I thought I was going to enjoy playing golf, but I just suffered listening to Harold’s conversations.” Dad laughed as if trying to take the heat off his words, but I knew Harold annoyed him. The three of us talked about anything during the whole ride.

  And then we finally arrived at the place.

  “Come on. Let’s go find our spot.” I put myself in between my parents and linked arms with them.

  As we walked in, someone came to meet us right away. The hostess looked at me and smiled. “Miss Natalie, Mr. D’Angelo asked me to escort you and your parents to their table.” I nodded and let her lead the way.

  Isaac stood up right away and went to greet me with a kiss and a hug, surprising my parents. “Princess, I’m glad you made it.” He kissed me one more time and wrapped his arms around my waist as he gave his attention to my parents.

  “Mr. Roberts, Mrs. Roberts, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Isaac D’Angelo. These are my parents, Savannah and Isaac Sr. We have invited you here because I feel like we share the same feelings about a wedding that is about to happen,” Isaac explained. I saw my parents’ gazes on Isaac’s arm around me.

  “Please take a seat, and let’s eat our lunch.” And we did. I was so happy to see both of our parents getting along.

  Chapter 18

  Isaac

  I started to make plans. Natalie’s parents were so relieved when I told them their daughter wasn’t going to marry that piece of crap. I asked Natalie’s father for permission to marry her, and he was more than happy to give me his blessing. He hugged me and welcomed me to the family; he called me son. He also pleaded with me to put Jasper behind bars for hurting his baby girl.

  Both of our mothers squealed and had agreed to do a second dress fitting with Natalie.

  I told my family about my plan. They were to sit down on the bride’s side at the beginning of the wedding. Once we sorted this out, Jasper’s side would be empty, and then my side would be occupying it.

  The reception plans were already fixed, and our honeymoon was already set. I was going to take Natalie to the Bahamas for two weeks.

  Ian and I went to get our tuxedos. “Dude, I can’t believe you’re marrying my friend!” my younger brother chided, and I grinned. Hell, I couldn’t believe it either. Ian had come a long way too since his talk with our dad, and I believe Melly had something to do with the change. She grounded him, and he didn’t have to float around as much like before. Our relationship was better now.

  “Why didn’t you tell me about your dancing and you being brokenhearted?” Ian asked, hurt evident in his voice, and I felt bad for him.

  “I’m sorry. It was something I needed to do on my own. Besides, if I weren’t a gay stripper, I never would’ve met Natalie.” I chuckled. Destiny does have a weird way to lead you to your soulmate, and I was just happy I met her.

  ***

  Natalie

  Oh my god. I was so nervous. I was hoping everything would work out. God, how I wished Isaac was here with me.

  “Knock, knock,” a voice said, and I smiled to myself. Only one person in my life said knock knock as he pounded on any door.

  “Come in.” The door flew open, showing my daddy smiling at me.

  “Ready, baby girl?” my daddy asked, and he gasped as soon as I stood up.

  I raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay, Daddy?”

  “You look beautiful, baby. I’m just so happy that you will get your happily ever after with the man of your dreams. Now, let’s go and do this,” he said, stretching his arm for me to wrap mine around it. My daddy was excited to end Jasper’s scheme.

  We walked up to the doors, and the wedding had begun. My entourage started walking through the aisle, and soon, it would be my turn. I took a long breath in and shut my eyes. Oh, please, Isaac. Please hurry up, I silently prayed.

  ***

  Isaac

  I saw Natalie standing at the altar, looking everywhere but at the asshole next to her.

  When they were about to make their vows, I played a video which was projected on the big screen inside the church.

  First, it showed a video of Jasper’s wife and kids.

  I heard several gasps. Natalie’s family was glaring at Jasper when the girl in the video revealed how she and Jasper dated back in high school, fooling Natalie, and now they’re married. It showed my whole conversation with Jasper’s wife.

  After that, I showed myself and stared at Jasper’s pale face. His parents looked so angry at him.

  The last video was of Jasper and Natalie arguing. Natalie was telling him that she loved me, pointing out how much of an asshole he was for blackmailing her into marrying him. She said she hated him and wished she was marrying me, instead of him. And all Jasper did was laugh at her and mock her.

  Natalie’s dad stood up and grabbed Jasper by the throat and was about to punch him, but I told him to stop.

  “Don’t worry, Mr. Roberts. Jasper will be arrested for blackmail and for trying to get married twice. The cops are already outside.” I reassured the man.

  Natalie’s dad looked at his daughter who was staring at me with love in her eyes and smiling sweetly. I could see the anger and worry in his eyes. It pained him to know and see how much his daughter had suffered. Natalie was his one and only baby girl, and I could see the regret in his eyes. He must have thought that he failed as a dad for not being there to protect his daughter.

  “Baby, are you okay?” Natalie’s dad asked, and she nodded.

  “Yes, Daddy. For the first time ever, I’m genuinely happy and contented. I love Isaac so much,” she told her dad, never taking her eyes away from me.

  Everyone watched as I walked up to the altar and grabbed Natalie’s hands. “Sir, I’m the one that she loves, and I love her too. Natalie is wearing my engagement ring. We are getting married,” I said to the priest.

  Mr. Roberts cleared his throat and nodded at me.

  “Well, like I said before…Isaac, welcome to the family. I still need to get to know you more, but my daughter is a smart girl, and I trust her decision. Plus, your dad and I had already made plans to play golf next weekend,” he said, and Natalie gave him a bright smile.

  Then he turned around and faced everyone.

  “Well, as you all can see, Jasper is not marrying my daughter. We request his family and guests to step out of the church kindly. There’s going be a slight change of groom, guests, and entourage. Maid of honor, Melly, come on up.”

  We all laughed when Melly went up and hugged both Natalie and me. Ian joined us too.


  Then I made my way to the doors and signaled the cops. I had invited Jasper’s wife and kids, and I apologized to them for uncovering all this and hurting them. Jasper’s wife said she understood me because I was doing this to protect the love of my life.

  Jasper walked by us, his hands already in cuffs, and glared at me.

  “You will pay for this, D’Angelo.” He hissed at me, and I chuckled.

  “If you are referring to me being a gay stripper, I already came clean. After all this, I’ll be representing your wife to divorce you. I’m a goddamn good lawyer, so expect the worse. Now, excuse me. I got to go and marry that beautiful girl standing at the altar.” And with that being the last words I spoke to him, I made my way towards the love of my life. Life was good.

  EPILOGUE

  Natalie

  Six years later

  “Mommy!” My little boy called for me.

  “Yes, honey. What’s the matter?” I looked at the little boy who just turned five.

  “I hate Aunt Mimi. Do I really have to wear this dumb costume?” he whined, making faces while trying to fix his tie.

  I smiled. This little boy hated tuxedos as much as his daddy did.

  “Awe, honey. Just for today, please? And you don’t hate your Aunt Melly; you love her and Uncle Ian,” I cooed. I got on my knees and fixed his tie.

  “Why do grown-ups get married? Girls have cooties. Boys would be better marrying other boys, like me. I’m going to marry Josh!” I chuckled at him. He was in pre-school, and Josh was his best friend. Apparently, my little Isaac would help him because little Josh was so much smaller than him. Never did I stop that or discourage him from being kind to other kids, and it warmed my heart.

  “Well, people can marry whoever they want. Your Uncle Ian and Aunt Melly had been together since before you were born. They were just waiting for Uncle Ian to finish school so that they can get married. We should be happy for them, okay?” I finished with his tie and kissed his nose.

  “Fine, but I expect big presents for Christmas.” He huffed as he walked away to stand next to the man holding a baby girl.

  “Ha! That’s my boy, always negotiating to better things. Don’t worry, bud. When we see your Uncle Ian, we can kick his butt.” Isaac winked at our son and shot a big smile at me, melting my heart.

  I studied my wonderful husband who was holding our little one-year-old daughter, Violet Marie D’Angelo. Our son, Isaac Marco D’Angelo, was standing next to them.

  It had been six years since Isaac and I got married, and five years since we had our first baby.

  Our relationship was still growing strong. I was still a lawyer, and so was Isaac, but work was never a hindrance for us to spend time with each other and our kids. We were still as crazy for each other as we were from the day he gave me a lap dance. “Rain on Me” would always be our couple theme song.

  My parents moved to a place near us and were now best friends with Isaac’s parents. I had a big happy family.

  Today, we were going to attend Ian and Melly’s wedding, and we were so happy for them. Ian had decided to go on a different path. He thought having too many lawyers in the family was bad. So, he attended the police academy, and now, he was a cop. Melly was still a lawyer and my partner, but now, we handle both paying and pro bono cases. The reason for still taking the latter was because it was our initial goal to help those who couldn’t afford to pay for a lawyer.

  As for Jasper, I heard that he and his wife didn’t divorce. After four years of being jailed, he moved in with his own family. His parents had disowned him, and they had sent me and Isaac a gift basket, asking forgiveness for what their son did. But I thought if not for them being judgmental, Jasper and I wouldn’t have been stuck with each other for seven years. Jasper could’ve been happier together with his children and wife. So, we sent the basket back and politely asked to never contact us again.

  I heard of a saying that in order to forgive someone, you have to forgive yourself first. But why did I have to forgive myself? What did I have to forgive myself for? That I fell out of love with Jasper? Or that I fell in love with my gay stripper? I smiled at the latter.

  I was still so in love with him now as I was six years ago.

  “Princess, are you ready?” my good-looking husband asked me.

  I nodded and beamed at him.

  “Yes, babe. I’m ready; let’s go.” I went to him for a soft kiss. And he didn’t dissapoint than we kissed our kids and headed to the wedding.

  It might not be a fairytale story, but it’s my happily ever after. I became a princess and got my prince, and for that, I’m eternally happy.

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  Prologue

  “The people you meet are there to help find a better version of yourself.

  No matter how some of them hurt you,

  there is always a reason why.”

  It’s the little choices which led us to the lives we’re in. Sometimes, one of those choices—no matter how small—can change your life forever. However, life does give us an opportunity for a do-over. You won’t see it coming until you’ve been hit hard with a bullet through your heart, and the perfect life you proudly thought you have was nothing but a façade of lies.

  ~

  My vision narrowed, and every breath I took felt like I was choking.

  The busy street seemed like it was in dramatic slow motion as I drove back to one of the residences I owned. Once the red light turned green, my black Audi roared to life as I stepped on the gas pedal, and the car launched amidst the busy street of rush hour morning in Chicago.

  Within a few minutes, I arrived at the garage of the condo building, and I eased my way toward my parking spot where my other collection of expensive cars were parked. I didn’t feel smug about having them though and not even the fifteen-million-dollar penthouse I was heading up made me feel an ounce of egotism. Even being named by Forbes as one of the rich businessmen in Chicago didn’t make me conceited.

  I felt like I was just like another ordinary man who struggled and got hurt with a hard kick in the crotch. That was what I felt when I saw her with him.

  Once I got inside my penthouse, I looked at the empty, spacious living room and the thousands of dollars’ worth of furniture that hadn’t meant anything. The life I made for both of us had shattered into nothingness.

  Suddenly, I felt the phone in my blazer pocket buzz, and it brought me out of my trance. With heavy hands, I pulled out the phone and stared at the caller ID, and I automatically relaxed when I saw who was calling.

  Placing the phone against my ear, I answered the call.“Hey.”

  “Kyle, where are you? I’ve been calling you. I just got a call from one of the managers at the hotel.” A familiar voice asked on the other end.

  “I’m at home. Getting some of my things,” I muttered softly.

  “Home? Why are you home?” I could hear the confusion in his voice but I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to tell him.

  “I don’t know if I can recount it just yet,” I said instead. “Luke, would you do something for me?”

  “Of course. That’s what I’m here for.”

  “I need to get away.”

  “Get away? But your meeting—”

  “Please.”

  I heard him sigh before he said, “Got it. I’ll see what I can do.”

  Chapter 1

  The breeze was fresh and clean while I drove through the highway, and the only sound I hear was the engine of my slightly beat-up Ford truck.

  Two days had passed since I left home, and it had been a long ride in the I-94W getting to my destination. I had only stopped for gas, water, and bed and breakfast to get a few hours of sleep.

 
I was now driving through the US-2 road, and over the wintery mountains, I could see the sun slowly setting. On the right side of the road, I saw a sign with the name of the town I would be staying in until things died down, which brought my journey to a close.

  Whitefish, Montana, a small town with a population of around six thousand plus. It was the kind of place you vacationed in or raise a family in. In my case, it was a great place to hide from a certain socialite group.

  When I reached downtown, I got lost looking for the house where I would supposedly stay. It was stupidity on my part for being overconfident that I would be able to find the place by memory.

  I didn’t want to go around asking bystanders for directions because even with how I looked, there was still a one percent chance someone could identify me. It was because of that chance that I took the risk of moving across the country, but it was flawed. One wrong move and I had to start again, so I kept on driving around in circles, taking uncalculated turns to refresh my memory rather than ask for directions.

  From what I remembered on my secretary’s detailed sketch, it was within the third block from Central Avenue, which was located downtown toward 3rd Street.

  After ten minutes had passed and I still hadn’t found the house, I turned toward downtown again to retrace my steps but to no avail. In defeat, I parked the car in front of a bakeshop to ask for directions.

  Before entering it, I studied the shop first with scrutinizing eyes, watching people getting in and out of the door. I could see a handful of people inside, which wasn’t a good start for my first day here. With a sigh, I decided against it and started the truck and pulled away.

  Once I reached the first intersection from the bakeshop, I stopped as the traffic light turned red. I took the time to look at my surroundings and my eyes grew wide when I saw the name on the street sign from my right. A smile broke across my grim expression, and I felt like lady luck heard my plea.