Play with fire and you'll get burned. Dance with desire and you might just fall in love.
The story of a stripper and a guy who can't seem to get away.
Best Rankings
#3 strip
#4 jiminff
#41 rich girl
#119 bulletproofboyscouts
#202 stripper
#228 fanfi...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
SuAh POV
"I absolutely love my life." The words tumble out of my mouth before I can reel them back in, and I catch the scrunched look on Juhui's face—my PR manager, my shadow, my perpetual killjoy. Judging by that expression, I sound like an absolute egomaniac, don't I? Vain, self-obsessed, the kind of woman who'd kiss her own reflection if it wouldn't smudge her lipstick. But it's true. I do love my life—every messy, dazzling, exhausting piece of it. From the pulsing neon chaos of the Blue Fox to the polished chaos of LM's boardrooms, it's mine, and I've built it from the ground up.
Juhui repositions her spectacles with a swift nudge, the kind of move that screams she's about to lecture me. She pulls out her iPad, fingers already dancing across the screen. "I don't doubt that for a moment, Ms. Kang."
"I've told you before, Juhui, please call me SuAh," I say, leaning back in the leather seat of the car, the city lights smearing past the window like a painting. "We've known each other for three years now."
"And for three years, I've made it clear I'd like to maintain a formal relationship," she replies, her voice crisp, unwavering, as she fiddles with the device. Classic Juhui—always the professional, even when I'm trying to crack that icy exterior.
"I'm dropping you off after hours at your sister's workplace," I counter, smirking. "A sister who, mind you, absolutely adores me. I think we're way past formal, don't you?" The corners of her lips twitch, almost a smile, but she smothers it like a pro.
"As I was saying," she continues, undeterred, "please consider permanently halting your work at the Blue Fox. LM is beginning to gain traction—not just nationally, but internationally. For your image, the company's security, it'd be wise to—"
"Okay, okay, I get it," I interrupt, waving a hand to cut her off. "I'll think about it." The words feel half-hearted even as I say them, hollow promises I'm not sure I can keep. The Blue Fox has been my home for six years—a sanctuary where I can peel off the corporate mask and let the spotlight burn away the rest. Juhui's right, though, and that's the part that stings. I just can't find it in myself to let go yet.
The car pulls into the school parking lot, and I blink at the scene—cars packed tight despite the clock ticking past 6 p.m. Balloons bobble across the pavement, confetti glitters under the streetlights, and a giant welcome banner with a hand-painted peacock flaps lazily above the entrance. "What's going on here?" I ask, peering out the window.
Juhui barely glances up from her iPad. "A play or something like that. My sister's involved, I think."
We park and step out, the evening air nipping at my skin as we follow the balloon-strewn path to a ticket table. A man sits there, glasses slipping down his nose, hands smeared with paint and glitter like he's been wrestling with a craft project and losing. Then he stands, and—oh. Handsome doesn't cover it. He's gorgeous, otherworldly, the kind of man who could make you forget your own name with one look. My weakness for glasses kicks in hard, and I feel a flutter low in my stomach.
