Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 23

Sebastian retrieved a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Here is the address for the make-up specialist who will create your prosthetic mask. Memorize the address and destroy the paper. I brought my mask with me."

He pulled up the fed site for a traffic cam at an intersection in Atlanta. "Bobby Holmes usually leaves the bar around midnight. Grab him once he begins to cross this alleyway," he pointed at the screen.

"You'll drop him in the back of the van. I'll drive to a warehouse I own for shit like this. Hayden, I would protect my woman the same way. Actually, I have. I have no problem laying a motherfucker down in the pasture for looking at my woman lustfully. Not to mention, if a man touches her. I have no respect for a disrespectful motherfucker. You let me know how far you want to take things tonight. I've got your back."

I nodded my head in agreeance.

"I would like you to meet Lydia tonight. Meet us at Alta's at 8 p.m."

"Alright, see you tonight."

I called a handful of clients making a few million before noon. On my way to the strip club, I phoned a designer Sebastian turned me onto who designs dresses for Sydney. After my conversation with Ms. Novak, I called Spencer.

"Hello, Mr. Gaster."

"Hello, Spencer. A rack full of dresses and other accessories are being delivered today. Leave the rack in front of the couch. I want Lydia to see it when she gets off work. Attach a note telling her to select as many dresses as she would like."

"Of course, Mr. Gaster."

"Thank you. Goodbye Spencer."

"Goodbye, Mr. Gaster."

Walking into the strip club, my eyes scanned the room. I didn't see Lydia. I stepped over to her boss who was sitting at the bar.

"Hello, Mr. Keegen. My name is Hayden Gaster." I extended my hand for his.

He shook my hand. "Hello. I know we've spoken before, but I didn't know your last name. I can't believe a billionaire has been tricking off money in my club often. What's on your mind Mr. Gaster? Would you like a drink?"

"Yes, top shelf vodka on the rocks."

He glanced back at the topless bartender. "Shyann, Hen for me and top shelf vodka for Mr. Gaster."

I removed my yellow tint aviators, placing them in my inner suit jacket pocket. Nodding at the bartender, I sipped the vodka. "Did Lydia mention going on vacation this Thursday?"

His eyes widened as he sipped the Hennessey. "No, she hasn't mentioned it."

"I will let her reiterate our plans to you. I am taking her on a trip. She won't be at work Thursday through Sunday."

He almost choked. "She's one of my top earners! She can't go out of town that long and keep her job. It's one thing when you come in and want her to dance just for you, dropping ten stacks for an hour. But now, you are talking about her taking off on our busiest days."

My devilish smile appeared. "Trust me, if it were up to me, she would quit right now. However, she's not ready to quit yet," I stated through clenched teeth.

"That's neither here nor there. I am offering to pay her salary for the days she misses."

"You know she makes a lot of money?"

I sipped the vodka. "You know I work with numbers all day, every day. Be careful. I'm excellent with numbers. Trust me when I say, I know how much she makes and not just because she gave me an average. I sit in here most nights, so I'm aware of how much she makes. I'm prepared to pay you a handsome sum of money for her absence this week, more than what she makes."

Lydia strolled out of the dressing room toward me.

Her eyes were big as saucers when she noticed I was talking to her boss. "Hayden, what are you doing?" she asked. Her eyebrows wrinkled a little.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." I smiled.

"Were you successful?"

She smacked her lips. "Not yet."

"Don't worry about it. Your boss approved your vacation."

"Hayden, why would he do that?"

"Lydia, just tell the man you will be on vacation this weekend, so he hears it from you."

She breathed. "Fine."

She glanced at my glass of vodka. "Where is your lunch?"

"I haven't gotten it yet. Valen and I will grab lunch after I leave here. I didn't bring you anything, because you refuse to eat while you are at work."

I gripped her chin pulling her closer. Our lips met. "Hayden, I'm not supposed to do this. You are considered a customer."

"I think we can agree, I am a special kind of customer," I winked.

"Hayden, you are trouble."

"I am your trouble." I smiled.

She smiled, kissing my lips again.

"My cousin Sebastian Johansen is in town tonight. I invited him to have dinner with us at his best friend's restaurant, Alta's."