The VIRGIN STRIPPER

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***** Lisa Michaels *****
It had taken Dave roughly over three months to heal enough to walk around with me and undertake tasks that required a slight increase or expedition of energy.

I had made it my mission to make his recovery worthwhile and even though we didn't have sex for the three months in fear of him getting hurt, the cuddling and his expert hands made it quite worthwhile.

He had slowly but surely started going back to his usual routine before the surgery and was so far doing fine.

The media had not taken lightly his announcement about  us being a couple. There were articles about me all over social media. There was even a magazine that had wanted an interview immediately the news broke out.

I had endured a whole two weeks of social media scrutiny and the comparison between Darcy and I didn't get any better.

The only time her followers gave me reprieve was when she shared a photo of us having dinner at a high-end restaurant just a mile away from the coast of Maine.

A couple million followers and a twisted version of our relationship later, the new couple fever died down and a few clothing lines had us pose for cameras to make dollars off the perfect couple image.

Once the social media acceptance hurdle was done and dusted, we went back to closed door dating, only leaking bits of our relationship to fend off any interference by third parties.

"I found a cute little diner on my way to work and decided to surprise you," I explained when Dave asked why I'd visited him in the middle of a meeting.

Not to mention he'd cut the meeting short for an early lunch when his secretary informed him of my arrival.

He only smiled and watched me open his door for him. "You sure you weren't just showing off your new Bugatti?"

Gasping as loudly as I could, I placed a hand over my heart, "how dare you insinuate that I'd want to show Blush off?" I'd named the car he'd gifted me for my graduation 'Blush' because of the pink color it came in.

When he laughed, I slowly tugged his hand to coax him to get into the car while I leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "Love you."

I hadn't thought much of the words until he froze and his hand tightened in mine. I turned to give him a quizzical look only to be met by a glassy almost vulnerable look of surprise as he assessed me.

"Hey..." I prompted softly as he reached his arms around me and hugged the hell out of me.

I didn't move away from him but laughed quietly before patting his arm that would soon suffocate me if I didn't.

"Say it again," he whispered gently as one of his hands reached to caress my cheek.

"Say what?" I asked confused and he tried his best to hide his laugh at my confusion.

"You love me." He told me, his watery eyes holding my gaze.

Then it hit me! This was the first time I'd actually told him how I felt. In all the months that we'd dated, even when we went public, I hadn't confessed my feelings to him.

I had thought about it though, I'd thought about how I'd tell him I was in love with him in great detail but I never brought myself to do it.

"I love you," I repeated slowly and he crashed his lips to mine before I could say anything.

Looking back at it, there was a reason I loved this man.

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We'd got back home at nearly two in the morning due to Dave's run on meeting.