Meet Jasmine; She's a waitress and a God*mn  Stripper!!

That authomatically makes her a wh*re right?

 But a saying goes... "Don't judge a book by its cover". Same goes to Jasmine...."Don't judge her by her occupation".

  She only has one special person on Earth, whom she could kill for. Her cute little brother. She'll do anything just to save their lives. 

   She became a Stripper just to save her brother's life. Until Liam came into the picture. 

  Liam wants her, but how? As his private stripper or what? 

  Do you think there's more to that desire?


Find out!. . . .

His private Stripper

 Jasmine walked down the stairs with the tray in her hands. Stella rushed to her in a bid to help with the tray and Jasmine handed it to her. 


She looked around but couldn't see Liam in view, wondering where he is,, She saw him walk in. 


 Folding her hands underneath her b**bs. She put on that angry look... 


 "Hey sweetheart!" Liam said standing in front of her. 


 "Well, I just had to finalize a deal with the investor and we kinda argued with some terms..." Liam said. 


 She furrowed her brows when she noticed his eye lids twitch a little. She recalled her mom usually say that everyone's eyelids twitch when they lie. Could it be that he's lying?. 


 "So... Did you like the meal?" He asked, changing the topic. 


 "A little bit.." Jasmine said,, she's never gonna admit it. 


 "What a stubborn wife I've got" He pinched her nose a bit. 


A romantic movie