Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 21

I stepped away, walking toward the bathroom. I glanced back at him. "Hayden, my father likes you."

He smiled.

My scrunchy was still on the counter from the day before yesterday. I slipped my hair into a low ponytail before I began brushing my teeth. Hayden leaned against the doorway. "I will see you at lunch."

I rinsed out my mouth then placed the electric toothbrush Hayden bought for me in its holder. I cut my eyes at him. "Hayden, I'll be working."

Hayden stepped closer, tossing me onto the counter, slipping my panties and leggings off. I positioned my foot flat on the counter giving him full access. My hands gripped his head pulling his lips upon mine. His fingers swirled in my wetness. I was coming undone under his touch.

"Baby," I murmured against his lips.

"I can't wait until you're riding my dick."

"Me either Hayden."

"Soon enough baby."

"I belong to you Hayden."

His fingers circled faster over my clit.

My eyes began closing as he watched my face.

"All of you belongs to me."

"Yes...Hayden, all of me belongs to you," I moaned as I came.

Hayden licked all of my cum off of his fingers. His tongue passed my lips allowing me to taste my cum on his tongue. "I know I said it before, but I can't wait until Thursday."

"Me either baby." Hayden massaged my back.

His eyes studied my face. "Lydia, you have no idea what I went through the other night when I couldn't find you."

"Hayden, I was in a bad place. The thought of you breaking my heart was what consumed my mind. I couldn't let you hurt me."

Lydia stood before me Saturday night in the strip club, dancing. She treated me like a customer rather than her man. I could sense something was wrong. I couldn't decipher what though. She wouldn't go to a private room with me. Lydia was trying to hold back the tears. After she ran into the dressing room, I left. I went home and returned at closing. One of the bouncers said she left an hour ago. After talking to Bryce, I felt a little better. I knew Lydia was ok, but I needed to hear her voice. The text message she sent me ticked me off. Ending us by text message, what the fuck?

Finally, she answered the phone. Lydia was crying. She wouldn't tell me what was wrong, just that she couldn't be with me. I decided to let her get some sleep. I paced the floor in the wee hours of the morning. I remember lying in bed, fully dressed replaying our entire day. It was perfect, then it turned to shit. I awoke around ten. I texted my cousin Sebastian. I needed him to get Lydia's fathers phone number and address for me.

Sitting on the couch, appearance disheveled, I stared at the information Sebastian sent to me. I knew once I made that call there was no turning back. I was sinking into a hole without Lydia. I was just getting to know her. I couldn't let that stop me. My gut tells me she is the one. The way her body reacts to my touch, the way she cares for me when she senses something is wrong, the way she fights our love, the passion in our kiss is unlike anything I've ever experienced. She's the future Mrs. Gaster.

Taking a deep breath, I made the call. After speaking with Mr. Carmichael, I smiled. Our call went well. He knows my father. I look forward to speaking to my father about Mr. Carmichael. They both are nerds, so I'm sure they weren't doing Keggers. I laughed out loud.

Driving down the street, I saw Lydia sitting on the porch wearing a look of frustration on her face. That expression turned to surprise when I exited the Suburban truck. My heart beat increased the closer I got to her. I thought my heart was going to burst. Her blonde hair was in a high ponytail. The shit made my dick twitch. The most beautiful woman stood before me. No, I can't give her up.

Her tight white t-shirt hugged her perky breasts and the red jogging pants swallowed her fat ass. Shit, I can't walk into the house to meet her father with a hard on for his daughter.

My thumb against her soft cheek felt good. I didn't know one touch would make her cry. "I missed you baby." I pulled her close.

Her body trembled in my arms. What the fuck have I done to this woman already? Lydia spends most of her time fighting us. Fuck another man. I don't give a shit about her wanting to marry some poor schmuck once she is older who doesn't know her, the real her. No, I'm her first and only true love. She will see once she lets her guard down.