Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 22

Nervously, Lydia sat next to me listening to her father and me talk about her. She hated to hear me tell her father the truth. Almost, like she wanted me to be some full of shit guy. A shallow motherfucker who wanted to fuck and leave her. She needed to hear my words, hear my intentions so she knows I ain't going no fucking where and I ain't no shallow motherfucker. If all I wanted was her virginity, I would have taken it that night in my car. If I didn't want her, I wouldn't show up at her job every night, I wouldn't have her sleeping in my bed. I wouldn't have been there talking to her father. That's for damn sure. Women think all men want is their virginity, not true. Yeah, I get it. Virgins fall in my lap a little easier than most, but I promise it's different with Lydia. Virgin or not, I wanted her to be mine.

Lydia and I stood outside her father's house. I was slowly breaking down her titanium wall. I needed her to see what she does to me. Placing her hand over my heart, showing her what she does to me, her eyes widened. She was visibly shook. Two people who have never been in love before is a dangerous combination. When Lydia is in my arms she can't hide how she feels about me. It's funny, but damn cute. I considered walking away without kissing her, but there was no way I could do that. I needed to taste her lips. The passion between us is undeniable. Our kiss was intense, especially being outside for all to see. At that moment, it didn't matter. What mattered was making her see she couldn't walk away from me as easily as she thought.

Lydia stood outside her father's house deep in thought as I drove away. I had her fucked up. Good. I needed her to see it was just us no one else. Fuck the women at the club and their fucking judgement. A part of her knows I'm different, knows I'm not going anywhere without her.

The remainder of the day, I slept. I was beyond exhausted. Taking a step back was needed. I didn't expect Lydia to climb into my bed in the middle of the night. I'll be honest, it's frustrating how she moves toward us once I've backed down. If that's the game she wants to play, so be it.

I felt better in the morning. Not just because Lydia was in my bed again, but because I was well rested. I stood watching her sleep as I dressed for the office. Lydia flew into my arms when she woke. I was apprehensive about touching her. Maybe she gets off on making me angry. Coyly, she smiled as she listened to me talk about breaking motherfucker's hands for touching her. She didn't react when I mentioned her stripper career coming to an end. On another note, it was refreshing to learn her father liked me.

My plan was to kiss her before I left for the office. I took it too far again. This time, I didn't give a shit. Tasting her pussy before leaving the house this morning was what I needed. She wants me to fuck her badly. I'm inclined to do it before I planned if she doesn't stop moaning the way she does when she cums. Her moans fuel my hunger. I wanted to drop to my knees and eat her pussy. Lydia is killing me slow. I had to get out of the house.

My sister was sitting on my desk when I walked into my office. "Late again Hayden?"

"Good morning, Victoria." I ignored her. She's trying to push my buttons.

"Wow, Hayden Gaster is still in the presence of one woman. Can I notify the media you are officially off the market?"

Unbuttoning my suit jacket, I sat at my desk checking my schedule, listening to my sister taunt me. My eyebrow raised. "Vicky, do what you need to."

She laughed. "I will brother."

There was a knock on the open office door. "Hayden, Victoria!"

"Sebastian," I smiled.

Victoria ran into his arms giving him a warm hug. "I thought I would have to move to California like Hayden to see you again," she teased.

"No Vicky, I will come home from time to time. We still have a home here and a company."

"We. It's hard getting used to you being a married man. However, I think it's lovely. How is Sydney and the baby?"

Sebastian and Vicky sat on the black sofa. I sat in a black leather chair across from them.

"They are doing well."

HAYDEN

"When did you get in?"

"Last night." He unbuttoned his gray suit jacket, before removing his laptop from his messenger bag.

"Your problem came at a good time. I just so happen to have a meeting today with some investors. Later tonight, we will make our move."

I sat next to Sebastian on the sofa glancing at the computer screen. "Did you find out his routine?"

Sebastian laughed. "Of course, I did. You know this is easy work. Have you been practicing everything I taught you?"

"Absolutely. I go to the gun range twice a month and I train with Valen at the boxing gym. He is, after all, an ex-navy seal. He doesn't mind sparring with me."

"I'm happy Valen is working out for you. I knew he would."

While Sebastian was in the CIA, he and Valen crossed paths. Valen told him he was looking for work once he completed his last secret mission. He's not afraid of danger and he doesn't want to work outside of the country, that often. Sebastian suggested I hire him two years ago after I returned home from college. I was just settling in to run my father's company. I needed a driver and bodyguard. Muscle, as Sebastian explained it. Sebastian used to rough me up when I was younger. He wanted to keep me tough. He said, just because we've got money doesn't mean we are fucking punks and pushovers. Now, I'm fucking up my girlfriend's customers who take it too far.