Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 12

"Finally, you answered. Bro, we're at Ra Sushi. Join us for drinks."

"Yeah, you know what I could use a drink. I'll be there in twenty."

"Bye."

I quickly phoned my driver. "Valen, pick me up from my parents."

"On my way."

My parents lived in Buckhead, five minutes away from me. When I knew I was going for drinks, I didn't drive. I left my vehicle here.

HAYDEN

I sat behind the steering wheel of my Mercedes Benz truck, contemplating if I should go to the strip club to see Lydia. Every free moment I had, were consumed with thoughts of her. That beautiful smile, her strawberry scented skin and hair. I don't want to be away from her for too long. We'll get to know each other as our relationship grows. I won't be without her for one night. I know it's crazy. Falling in love with a woman I just met. You can't help who you fall in love with, right?

Headlights glared through my rear window. I glanced out the side mirror. It's my driver.

I slid into the backseat of my silver Bentley. "Valen, I'm headed to RA Sushi."

"Traffic is a little heavy tonight."

"Typical Friday night in Atlanta. Valen, we have a few stops tonight. Probably going to club Ordeal, then Lydia's apartment."

"No problem, Mr. Gaster.

I sent Lydia a quick text.

Lydia, I'll be waiting outside your apartment when you get off work. I want you to spend the night with me at my place. I don't like being away from you.

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I found Bryce at his regular table with our friend Zander. "Hey, what's up guys?"

"What's up with you?" Zander asked.

"Nothing. Everything is going well. Vickie just became CEO of our Atlanta office."

"Happy to hear. Tell her I said congratulations."

"Zander, I will."

I sat across from Bryce and Zander. Bryce chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"I'm in love with a stripper," he began singing the famous song.

"Ok, I'm out of here."

"No Hayden. Just messing around. The girls want us to go on a double date tomorrow. Me, Karena, you, and Lydia."

My eyebrows raised. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, so get your love panties out of a twist. Let's hang out with our ladies." He raised his glass.

I picked up the glass of Vodka Bryce had waiting for me and tapped his glass. I sipped my drink.

"Hey, it's ok." He raised his finger. They began singing on cue. "I'm in love with a stripper!"

I placed my hand across the bridge of my nose. "You fucking guys got jokes!"

Troy patted my back a couple of times. "It's ok. She is beautiful. But fuck Eric, the look on your face when she began dancing for you, it's like you never seen pussy before. And we both know that is bull shit!"

They all laughed.

My friends and I are all about the same height. We've been friends since we were kids. A bunch of rich white kids who have gotten into our fair share of trouble growing up. Never the less, as adults we've turned into workaholics. Well, all of us except Bryce. He doesn't want to work. He doesn't mind living off our family's oil fortune. His father, Harrison, was my father's twin brother. He also chose to go into the stock business.

They always do the same shit as the other. Uncle Harrison and my father stepped down running the company at the same time. They agreed to let my sister and I run the company. Bryce wanted no part of the business. Bryce is often out on the town. He enjoys having a good time. Bryce Gaster had short brown hair, brown eyes, muscular frame, slender nose and eyebrows, and thin lips.

Zander, Marshall and I are the same height. We were both six-four. Zander had shoulder length black hair. He sometimes pulled his hair back into a ponytail or up into a man bun. His eyes were dark blue, making him appear angry even when he wasn't. He had a full beard. Dude looked like a fucking lumberjack. I wasn't sure if he was getting pussy or not because he was a bit on the fucking edgy side.

Troy Griffin had short blonde hair on the sides, longer on top hanging in his face, and gray eyes. Mister get all the chicks kind of guy. You know, the one who will never settle down because he has a plethora of women. Troy lived in the gym. He was there so much; he took sale calls while working out. His company made a ton of money, so it must work in his favor.

Alexander Hyatt had short black hair, brown eyes, and a scruffy black beard. Women come onto him often. He had that Keanu Reeves look working for him. He was driven. He wouldn't let pussy stop him from becoming a doctor. He was studying to become a cardiovascular surgeon. I was surprised he was out with us tonight. He studied often. Alex was kind of quiet. Don't piss him off, though. He was not afraid to fight or put a person in their place. I was proud of him.

"Troy, what can I say? Lydia is absolutely beautiful." I pointed around the table.

"I want all you fuckers to understand one thing. She's mine. That means she's fucking off limits."

They all agreed.

"Wait, you're just fucking her, right? You don't plan to make her your woman?" Zander asked.

"Yes, she's pulled my heart strings. I was with her last night. I was late for work this morning because I woke up late."