Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 20

"Come here." He reached his hand out for mine.

I walked toward him. Hayden pulled me close. "Which truck do you want to drive?"

I stared into his blue eyes. "Neither."

He smiled. "I won't leave you without a vehicle." His eyebrows scrounged together. "I have to know you are safe."

"Hayden, you told my father I was your woman. Last night, I remember telling you we couldn't talk anymore."

"We both know you didn't want that. Once again your actions tell me different." His eyes dropped, staring at my hands. I was subconsciously massaging his chest.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt him relax. "Lydia, I love being with you. I want to make you happy," he whispered.

He stepped back. "Do you want Valen to drive you or do you want the keys to the Bentley truck?"

"I can drive myself."

Hayden turned, motioning for Valen to come over.

"Valen, give Lydia the keys."

"Hello, Ms. Carmichael."

I smiled. "Hi Valen."

Hayden gave Valen the keys to the Suburban. He hopped in the truck waiting for Hayden.

Hayden turned to me. "The extra key on the ring is to my condo. You can come over anytime you like. Even when I'm not home."

I shook my head no. "Hayden."

"Have a good day Lydia." He turned then looked back. "You know what, no. Fuck this." Hayden gripped my face taking my lips with a forceful need. My kiss was returned just as forceful. I love this man. I don't want to be without Hayden. My hands snuggly held his waist. I didn't want him to release my lips. Hayden took a step back. He grabbed my hand placing it against his heart.

"This is how you affect me."

His heart raced.

In turn, my heart rate increased. It's beautiful how much he likes me. My free hand ran down the side of his face.

"Goodbye Lydia." Hayden turned on his heels, then climbed into the back seat of the Suburban.

I was in a trance after Hayden left me standing near the steps, one hand on my lips. It was time to let down my guard.

"He's in love with you."

I blew my steamy cheesy grits. "Dad, that's impossible. We've only known each other for a week."

He sipped his orange juice. "I saw that look in his eyes. The same one your mother's father told me I had for her."

I blushed as I sipped my orange juice.

My dad and I had a good day. Work went well that night. Hayden didn't show up nor did he call. Lying in my bed, I stared at the ceiling thinking about Hayden until I fell asleep. My dreams were consumed with Hayden's hands and lips all over my body. I shot up again. Jumping out of bed, I slipped into camouflage leggings, a t-shirt, and sneakers. I stuffed more clothes into a bag, retrieved my back pack, then headed out of the door.

He didn't say a word. He just held me tighter.

My alarm sounded off at 7 a.m. Slowly, my eyes opened, glancing around the elaborate bedroom. The rich thick dark green curtains were open. The sky was still dark. Hayden walked out of the closet standing in the middle of the floor tying his gray tie.

I stretched. "Good morning, Hayden."

"Good morning Lydia. I am on my way out the door to work. The building staff understands to adhere to your needs."

I swung my legs over the side of the bed as I listened to him. "Spencer informed me earlier this morning, they were told to take care of me. What about the other tenants in the building?"

"I hired staff to serve me and a separate staff to maintain my building."

My mouth dropped open. "Your building! Wow, I had no idea."

My bare feet carried me into his arms. "I have classes this morning then work. I get off early tonight." My hands pressed against his expensive custom made black suit, desperately trying to massage his chest. I grabbed his arms wrapping them around me, resting them on my ass.

His blue eyes held darkness and frustration. "Not now Lydia."

"Hayden, what's the matter?"

He stepped back, adjusting his silver cufflinks. "The second I touch you or kiss you too long, you think I'm going to try and fuck you. I'm still pretty angry about what the woman said to you. She doesn't know shit about me and you. You're my woman not some fucking flavor of the month! Being my woman means you belong to me."

An angry scowl took over his face, pointing his finger toward me. "That means if a man crosses the fucking line again I will break his fucking hand! I'll be pleased the day you stop stripping, I won't have to keep fucking guys up."

I smiled, finally appreciating how possessive he is over me. Took me a minute to see he wants more than sex. My perspective of him changed yesterday after he met my father.