The Contracted Stripper

The tension in the air was thick as Mrs. Rose stood inches away from Dr. Parker in his dimly lit office.

Their conversation had taken a dark turn, but as always, there was an undercurrent of something else-something much more primal between them.

The weight of their shared secrets seemed to pull them together, and before either could think twice, they had closed the gap between them.

Dr. Parker’s hands found Mrs. Rose’s waist, pulling her closer as their lips collided in a heated, passionate kiss. It wasn’t just desire; it was desperation, a shared hunger that had grown more intense with every plot they devised.

Their mouths moved against each other’s with urgency, tongues intertwining as they devoured each other like two people starved for affection. Every touch was a spark, every breath shared between them a reminder of the danger they were both neck-deep in.

Dr. Parker’s hand trailed up to the nape of Rose’s neck, pulling her even closer as if the kiss could erase the uncertainty that clouded their minds.

Rose moaned softly into his mouth, gripping the lapel of his white coat, pulling him tighter against her.

For a moment, the world outside the office door disappeared. There was no Ken, no Bella, no plotting or manipulation. Just the two of them lost in the whirlwind of their forbidden passion.

When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Dr. Parker rested his forehead against hers. His eyes darkened with desire as he whispered, “I love you, Rose.”

“I love you more,” she replied breathlessly, her lips still tingling from the intensity of the kiss.

He cupped her face with both hands, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. There was something in the way he looked at her-something possessive, almost dangerous. They were in this together now, bound by more than just their shared schemes.

They were bound by this toxic love, the fire between them burning hotter with every moment they spent together.”Come over to the house tonight,” he said, his voice husky and low. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Rose nodded, her eyes lingering on him as she stepped back. She quickly smoothed down her dress, fixed her hair, and reapplied her lipstick.

Every movement was deliberate, practiced, as if she had done this a hundred times before-because, in a way, she had. She knew how to play the part of the perfect wife, the perfect lover, the perfect co-conspirator. It was all just a game, and she was a master at it.

Dr. Parker’s eyes followed her every move, his gaze hungry as she composed herself. He leaned back against his desk, watching her with a smirk that made her pulse quicken.

“Tonight, then,” she said, her voice more controlled now as she stepped toward the door.”I’ll be waiting,” Dr. Parker replied, his eyes never leaving hers.

With one last glance over her shoulder, Rose turned the doorknob and slipped out of his office. The moment she was outside, her composure returned in full force.

She was no longer the woman caught up in a forbidden kiss with her lover. Now, she was Mrs. Rose Kendrick, the calculating matriarch of the Kendrick family, with an agenda that went beyond simple passion.

As she drove back to the mansion, Rose’s mind spun with thoughts of the evening ahead. She replayed the kiss with Dr. Parker over and over again in her head, savoring the feeling of his lips on hers, the way his hands gripped her body.

But beneath that pleasure was the gnawing pressure of everything they were trying to accomplish. They were on a knife’s edge, and one wrong move could ruin everything. The house was quiet when she arrived. Too quiet

The silence pressed in on her as she stepped through the door, kicking off her heels and making her way toward the kitchen. She needed a drink-something to calm her nerves and steady her thoughts.

Pouring herself a glass of wine, she took a long sip, her eyes scanning the empty room. Her thoughts drifted to Ken. His deterioration was happening faster than even she had anticipated.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

She wondered how long it would be before his condition worsened to the point of no return. Guilt flickered in her chest, but she quickly pushed it away. Ken’s downfall was necessary. There was no room for hesitation now.

Just as she was about to take another sip, a voice startled her.”Mom?” Rose spun around to see Ivy standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

Her daughter’s eyes were red and swollen, evidence of the days she had spent crying in her room. Ivy hadn’t emerged for anything, and seeing her standing there now took Rose by surprise.

“Ivy,” Rose said, quickly regaining her composure. “I didn’t hear you come in.”Ivy walked into the room, her movements sluggish and heavy. She looked like a shell of herself, her usually vibrant personality dulled by whatever was eating away at her inside.

She slumped down into one of the kitchen chairs, staring blankly at the floor.”Are you okay, sweetheart?” Rose asked, her voice soft but guarded. Ivy hadn’t spoken much in the past few days, and Rose wasn’t sure what to expect.

Ivy shrugged, her eyes still fixed on the ground. “I don’t know. Everything’s falling apart, and I don’t know what to do.”Rose sighed and set down her wine glass. She had hoped for a quiet evening to herself before meeting with Dr. Parker, but it was clear that wasn’t going to happen.

Ivy needed her now, and despite everything, Rose still cared about her daughter’s well-being.”I know things have been hard lately,” Rose said, walking over to sit beside Ivy. “But we’ll get through this. You’re stronger than you think.”Ivy glanced up at her mother, tears welling up in her eyes again.

“I don’t feel strong. I feel… lost.”Rose reached out, gently placing a hand on Ivy’s arm. “You’re not lost. You’ve just hit a rough patch, but we’ll figure it out. You’ll get back on track, I promise.

“Ivy shook her head, her voice breaking. “I don’t even know who I am anymore. My career is in ruins, Dad is… dying… and Ryan doesn’t even know who I am. He barely remembers anything.” Rose felt a pang of guilt at the mention of Ken, but she forced herself to stay composed.

“Ryan will come around,” she said, her voice firm. “He just needs time. And as for your career, we’ll handle Bella. She’s not going to get away with this.”Ivy’s eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of Bella. “You think she’s behind all of this, don’t you?” Rose hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“Yes, I do. Bella’s ambition knows no bounds. She’s playing a dangerous game, and she’s dragging all of us into it.”Ivy’s fists clenched at her sides, a flash of anger crossing her face. “She’s ruined everything. My career, my family… everything. I want to make her pay.”

Rose’s eyes gleamed with approval. There it was-the fire she had been waiting for. Ivy had been wallowing in self-pity for too long, but now, she was starting to see the truth. Bella was a threat, and they needed to deal with her.

“We will,” Rose said, her voice low and deliberate. “But we need to be smart about it. Bella is ruthless, and she has more power than we anticipated. We can’t let her see us coming.”Ivy wiped at her eyes, determination replacing the sorrow that had been there moments before.

“What do we do?”Rose leaned in closer, her voice a whisper. “We take control of the situation. Ryan’s memory is fragile right now, and Bella is using that to her advantage. But we can use it too. We can make Ryan believe whatever we want him to believe.”

Ivy’s brow furrowed in confusion. “But how?” Rose smiled, her mind already working through the plan. “I’ll handle Ryan. You focus on your career. We’ll make sure Bella’s reign at the company is short-lived. Trust me, Ivy, we’re not losing this fight.”

Ivy nodded slowly, a flicker of hope returning to her eyes. For the first time in days, she seemed like she had a purpose again. She stood up from the chair, taking a deep breath.”Okay,” she said, her voice stronger now.

“I’ll do whatever it takes.”Rose watched as Ivy left the kitchen, her steps more confident than they had been before. A smile crept onto her lips. Things were finally starting to fall into place.

But there was still much to do, and the clock was ticking. Later that night, Mrs. Rose sat in front of her vanity, carefully applying the finishing touches to her makeup. Her heart raced with anticipation as she thought about seeing Dr. Parker again. Their plan was dangerous, but it excited her in a way she hadn’t felt in years.

The thrill of the power they held in their hands was intoxicating. A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts, and she quickly stood up, smoothing down her dress as she made her way to the door.

Opening it, she was met with Dr. Parker’s familiar figure, his eyes dark with desire as he stepped inside.

Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, their lips meeting in another heated kiss. This time, there was no hesitation. They both knew what they were getting into, and they were all in.

As they pulled apart, breathless, Dr. Parker smirked