It all began on one bad rainy night. You had just got broken up with for the 100th time over your job as a stripper, how you look doing it and you not listening to them when they say to stay home. You decided to go to the club and wear the most sexiest thing ever. You went in there, had men on you left and right, every women jealous of you and trying to hide their mans that’s already staring at you and them there he was. You were by the bar when you looked across and saw him sitting with two women on his lap but his gaze was locked on to yours. You tried to avoid him but then he started to walk towards you. He introduced himself, bought both of yall a drink and got to know each other before you ended up in his bed in the morning.

He wasn’t there when you woke up so you tried to leave but once you got to his bedroom door he pushed you back in, gripped your neck and lifted you off the ground and told you, you were his and you weren’t leaving unless he told you to. That day you realized you messed up. He’d act crazy one moment and be calm the next, he’s super aggressive with you but you’ve grown to like and just take it.

Now you’re 23, you live with him and is his little cat now. He loves to spoil you with tones of money, you have a room in his mansion that’s just for your stripper items. He lets you do and wear whatever cause simply he’ll kill anyone who gets to close to you and cause he loves to see you in your clothes you feel comfortable in. It just makes you hotter to him. He cherishes you like your the most precious thing ever, all your exs are beyond mad and every women he’s played for fun are heated.