Chapter summary of Chapter 36 – Billionaire's Stripper by Posey Parks
In Chapter 36, a key chapter of the acclaimed Internet novel Billionaire's Stripper by Posey Parks, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of Billionaire's Stripper.
"Lydia, this isn't the place. We will talk about it another day in private."
"...Ok."
"When you looked me up did you check the police database to make sure I wasn't a rapist or pedophile. I get it, you know I'm Hayden Gaster, but I could have gone to jail. You should always look into a man you are dating no matter who they are. I want you to always look out for you."
"Like you did to me. Ok one moment. I might not be as good as Sebastian, but I can hack a little too."
Sitting across the table from me, she scrolled through her phone, researching me.
Taking another sip of her wine, she smiled. "Looks like you are who you say you are, which we already established. No arrest record, which means nothing because you are rich, you could have gotten it expunged. You are not in pedophile system either. And I am constantly reminded you are worth a shit load of..." she leaned in closer. "...Money."
The "Society page" of the Atlanta Journal Constitution last year said you are a playboy. Internet search said you have never had a girlfriend. One woman said you have commitment issues."
"Who said that?"
"Kimberly Stanton."
I chuckled. "She was controlling and another spoiled little rich girl."
"Sounds like you don't like rich girls. Maybe you like women with a little street cred. Do you? Or women who are from the hood."
"Lydia, again you are not from the hood."
"Damsel in distress. A woman you can save. So, you can appear as Superman." No smile upon her face just a crass stare.
"Hayden, I don't need you nor do I want your help. I have never asked you to do anything for me. I want to make myself clear. I'm not your fucking pet project!"
Patrons in the restaurant glared at us.
Before I could say one word she continued talking.
"You think because you bought me all these fancy clothes, flew me outside the country, and paid my salary for the weekend, oh I'm just going to quit my job and let you take care of me." She pointed her finger toward me.
"Hell no!"
She paused. "I don't know why I agreed to this." She stood tossing her napkin on her half-eaten plate of food, storming toward the door, coat, and bag in tow.
Snapping my fingers, I waved the waiter over. I never gave him a chance to speak. "I need to pay the bill, now!"
I was pissed. What is wrong with this woman? Charity case? Why does she think I see her that way? Almost two weeks in, any rational man would cut his losses, but no not me. I will get Lydia to see reason. I paid the bill then ran out of the restaurant. My eyes darted down the street both ways. "Pete. Which way did she go?"
"To the left. She made a left at the corner Mr. Gaster."
Her red head cocked to the side. "You said you liked me a lot, but you said you didn't believe in girlfriends. We hung out together when you came here on business. The sex was good, I thought you would come around."
Lydia didn't look up this time.
Slowly, I walked away. I stood before Lydia. I wasn't sure what I would say and how I could get out of this. Right now, my track record showed Lydia she couldn't trust me. Natalie's brother appeared from the back room. "Ed, please ring the bell." Ed knew his sister was emotional and blew our fling out of proportion.
I raised my hands. "May I have everyone's attention. This beautiful woman is upset with me. She's been told I will have sex with her and run."
Guys chuckled in the background.
I placed my hands in the air. "But wait.
She also doesn't need me to take care of her. I'm still trying to process that one." I glanced at Natalie.
"I'm sorry if I led you on."
I turned my attention back to Lydia, placing her hands in mine. "I told you I have done some fucked up shit I'm not proud of. I am trying to start over with you. You are the woman who brightens my day. The woman I love holding in my arms. Lydia, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Baby, you make me a better man." Lydia's head fell against my chest. Finally, I felt relief.
I raised my hand. "Drinks are on me!" The crowd went wild.
I held Lydia's face in my hands as my eyes roamed her beautiful face. I took her lips with a hungry need. A need that's been waiting to escape. I don't want to hold back anymore. Lydia tugged at my suit jacket lapels.

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