Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 30

HAYDEN

Lydia left again. Strolling through the living room toward the open kitchen, I noticed all the keys were in place.

"Shit!"

She didn't take one of the cars. She must have taken public transportation or Uber.

Quickly, I dialed Spencer."

"Hello Mr. Gaster."

"Spencer, Lydia!"

"Sir, she was walking out of the door I asked her if she was expecting a ride, she asked me to call a cab. I knew what to do, I had Valen carry her to her destination."

My eyes closed as I exhaled, running my hand over my wet hair. "Good! Valen needs to take her wherever she has to go today. I will pick Lydia up from work."

"Of course, sir."

I tried laying down, closing my eyes. I couldn't. I was disgusted with myself for being stubborn and not backing down. Everything is a process with Lydia. I can't push too hard.

My blue eyes stared at the sculpted ceiling trying to keep my mind off Lydia. I like having her here with me. I was eager to see her again.

I awoke at 8 a.m. making stock trades and conference calls from home today. I didn't feel like going into the office. I also had everything I needed for my meetings in London, England.

Tasting her the other night, left me wanting to taste her again. After she came, I licked her pussy clean. Damn she tastes delicious. I want her to sit on my face once she lets me in. This weekend her body is mine.

I hate the sadness in her eyes and how undeserving she feels because of what she did for her family. I don't want to go a day without seeing her.

Valen paid me a visit this afternoon. I puffed on a cigar while holding a crystal glass of vodka in the other hand. Valen sat across from me in the living room holding a cigar and a glass of whiskey. Despite it being a windy day, the sun was heating up my condo. The sun beamed through the floor to ceiling windows. "Before I call Sebastian, what happened with Lydia today?"

Valen laughed. "She doesn't want anyone to do anything for her. I had to push back a few times today. You might want to tell her why the tight security on her all of a sudden." He puffed his cigar.

"I told her she wasn't safe and needed to stop stripping. She became angry and left."

He leaned forward. "I told you not every woman is going to be quick to let a man take care of them. She is an independent southern woman who came from a good home. Hayden, she is not hard up for money. She will come around in time."

"So, in the meantime I'm supposed to get used to her stripping."

"Hayden, yes. I understand why you are frustrated. I wouldn't want my woman stripping either."

I glanced out the window, puffing my cigar.

"Don't run her away Hayden."

I groaned. "Let me get Sebastian on the line." I called Sebastian on speaker.

"Hello."

"Sebastian, Val and I are here."

"Hey, Val."

~

Leaning against my Porsche in the strip club parking lot, waiting for Lydia, I felt my five o'clock shadow getting thicker. My black hair was wild, dangling in my face. The club finally closed, customers flowed out of the doors. My hands sank deep into the pockets of my black leather bomber jacket. Rich guy waiting for his woman outside the strip club. A smirk curled my lips at the thought. I'll stand out here every night with my heart in my hand for her. I decided to research stocks on my phone, helped pass the time until she exited the club.

"I guess you don't need a ride home Scrumptious. Rich boy is here!" I heard a woman yell.

I glanced up, slipping my cell into my back pocket. Bouncing off the car, I walked forward. Lydia walked down the stairs slow, saying her goodbyes to the ladies.

She stood in front of me gazing into my blue eyes.

"I'm sorry Lydia."

Gripping her waist lightly, she slipped her arms around my neck. I pulled her close. My lips taking hers for all to see. I didn't give a shit. I only cared she knew I was sorry. Brushing her cheek with my thumb, I stood hypnotized by her steel gray eyes.

"Do you accept my apology?"

"Yes."

Our fingers intertwined, I led her to the passenger side of the car.

The bouncers whistled from across the parking lot. "Somebody is in love," they clapped.

I smirked as I hopped into the driver seat.

"How was your night?"