Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Jaylene’s birthday party was a blast. It was evident that the rich knew how to have fun. Her group of close friends had invited over a dozen stunning and well-built male strippers to dance live at the event. While their dancing might not have been top-notch, the fact that they were all shirtless and gyrating was enough to set the scene on fire. A glance around the room revealed an array of chiseled muscles; the people’s hormones were practically sizzling in the air.

Felicity quickly stood up from the hot spring, eager to capture the scene on her phone. But Vermont wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back. “Don’t forget you have a boyfriend. Show some respect, won’t you?”

Felicity did not care. She pushed Vermont’s hand away and gritted her teeth, saying, “After years of suppressing my desires, I finally get a taste of some eye candy, and you want to rain on my parade? Where’s your humanity?”

Vermont’s lips twitched upon hearing that. He placed her hand against his chest and said in a low voice, “Am I not enough to fulfill your desires? Why would you want to feast your eyes on others?”

Felicity blushed as she withdrew her hand and glared at him. “Looking at you is quite the treat, but having a dozen men to ogle at is twelve times the fun! Now, shoo. The crowd is getting bigger. You’re keeping me from the view.”

Vermont realized it was no use trying to persuade Felicity. So, he lifted her out of the pool of water and said, “I can take you straight to ‘the view’.”

‘Let’s see who would dare make a move on her with me watching.’

within the circle. These male strippers were not just anyone; they were

pretty playthings,’ thought Vermont, who stayed away from this crowd despite having them at his birthday celebrations to amp up the atmosphere. ‘After all, you never know

the male strippers. The men were not only handsome, but their bodies were also very attractive. Felicity noticed that they were wearing even less clothing than she was. Their perfectly defined figures made

as she leaned close to Stella and whispered,

was referring to, Vermont’s

was a biracial stripper. He was undeniably handsome, though not the most attractive among them. Vermont wondered why

‘God damn it, Felicity!’

he glared at the stripper several times in a row. Meanwhile, the man was puzzled by the sudden

Vermont decided to act vulnerable, attempting to

” You’ve had that wound for quite

control it. Maybe I caught a