I Turned His Game Into His Ruin

My fiancé Ethan Gray and his secretary were playing a game of "strip billiards" at the pool club—lose a shot, lose a piece of clothing.

Before long, the secretary had stripped down to just her bra and panties. She leaned against the pool table, whining coyly:

"Mr. Gray, I've lost everything. What should I take off next?"

Ethan turned his gaze toward me with a smile:

"Natalie, you strip for her. And while you're at it, put up that villa under your name."

The people around us burst into laughter, waiting to watch me—the good girl—make a fool of myself.