Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 37

"I'm falling in love with you Hayden."

I was stunned. I couldn't believe she admitted it. Lydia runs from me because I desecrated her. She doesn't know how to let us be free together. To love each other.

"I never thought I would see the day, Hayden Gaster in love," Natalie stated.

Tamara shook her head in agreeance.

I barely looked up from Lydia. "Baby, let's get out of here."

I gave Tamara my credit card to pay the bill.

"Honey, you look like you've been given a death sentence."

Lydia's head rested against my shoulder, her fingers ran up and down my wrist. She didn't answer Tamara.

"Way to go Hayden, looks like you've messed with her head pretty good," she smirked.

"You don't know shit about her Tamara. Keep your opinions to yourself," I snapped.

I signed the receipt then stormed out with my woman at my side.

Pete was double parked. He held the door open, Lydia and I slid inside. The moment we were in the car we were all over each other.

"Mr. Gaster where to next?"

I came up for air long enough to tell Pete where we were headed.

"Café De Paris." I rolled up the partition.

I pulled Lydia onto my lap, my fingers pushed up her dress massaging her ass. "Tell me what's on your mind."

"Hayden, you aren't going to like it."

"I'm listening."

"You can't ask me to stop stripping right now. I need to pay off my father's debt myself. I also need to make enough money to put away for him. That is why I planned to strip for two more years."

"Lydia!"

"I understand we are together now, I will have to stop sooner than later. There is no way you will make it the two years. Give me until the end of the summer."

"Fuck, Lydia! You are really trying to fucking kill me." Do you have any idea where I go in my head..."? I pointed at my head. "...When I watch you strip. Do you know what I have done to the men who take it too far?"

"Damn it, Hayden! You should have never come back into the club."

HAYDEN

"Lydia, you are addicted to stripping. You've been stripping for four years. You don't know how to stop."

"Oh, so I'm supposed to apologize for making a good living. You are only mad because I'm stripping. If I was a criminal defense attorney defending guilty people you wouldn't give a shit. Fucking rich people! You are only happy with the shady shit you all do. Don't fucking judge me! Maybe you are right. I'm addicted to providing a good living for me and my family!"

"Baby, I'm asking you to be my family and let me take care of you."

"Fuck, Hayden. You are going to push me away. I want to be everything you want, but I don't think I can."

My head moved up pulling her lips into mine then to the side sucking her lips like she was my favorite candy. Fuck, what am I saying, she is.

Lydia slipped off my lap, reaching into her clutch for her make-up.

"Baby, I'm going to step outside."

"Ok."

The media swarmed me the moment I stepped out. Shit, I thought.

"Mr. Gaster, who is the woman you are seeing?"

"I'm in town on business. I would like to enjoy the rest of the night please in private."

"Who is the woman?"

"Goodnight."

I stepped around to the other side of the car, opening the door, I leaned in. "Lydia, the paparazzi is here." Her face was beautiful you couldn't tell she'd been crying.

"You'll have to shield your face."

"Ok."

I helped her out of the car. Lydia immediately shielded her face with her nude colored clutch. I held her body against mine. I nodded to the body guards. They pushed the paparazzi back making a pathway allowing Lydia and I to walk past the long line of people and enter the club. I pulled her purse down. "We are fine here. It's an exclusive club, no one will take your picture here."