Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 41

"God, tell me what to do!" I screamed.

Hayden won't stop pursuing me. Why can't Hayden see it doesn't matter if I'm obtaining a college degree? I'm a fucking stripper. This weekend needs to be filled with beautiful memories, so I have something to hold onto when I walk away. I won't let Hayden lose everything for me. Maybe he and I will be single at the same time later in life when I'm no longer stripping, then we can be together. Or if he would allow me to be his girlfriend in secret we, could get married in three years. He's so hell bent on marrying me first, before taking my virginity. He's trying to honor my wishes, which is sweet. I love that about him.

Slowly, I dragged myself out of the shower, throwing on a pair of purple leggings, matching long sleeve form fitting performance shirt, and black sneakers.

I braided my hair into a single braid resting down my back. I approached the counter in the spa.

"How may I help you?"

"I'm here for a spa treatment."

"What is your room number?"

"824."

"Mrs. Gaster, I will take you back now."

I was floored. Hayden has to stop calling me Mrs. Gaster.

Hayden made sure I received the royal treatment. I received an hour massage, mud bath, manicure, and pedicure. Then they washed, blow dried, and styled my hair into big beautiful curls.

Once inside of Hayden's hotel room, I slipped into a heather gray blouse, matching my eyes, dark blue distressed denim jeans, and brown riding boots. I met Hayden in the beautiful hotel lobby. He wore a powder blue blazer, white dress shirt, the first three buttons were undone revealing his sexy chest, white dress slacks, and black loafers. His style was young sheik. He certainly dresses like a billionaire. Hayden is so fucking fine. His blue eyes appeared baby blue against the powder blue jacket. I couldn't help myself. I pulled him close, intertwining our lips. Hayden's hands glided around my waist, squeezing me tight. A moan escaped me. Hayden is the best wet dream. Only he is live and in person. I wanted to take him upstairs and ride his dick until I was cumming again. "Fuck, Hayden." I stepped back an inch working hard to control my lust.

"Hey, baby," he whispered in my ear. His deep voice penetrated my skin in a way that turned me into a lioness. I jumped up into his arms. Kissing his lips with a burning need from deep within. "Hayden, take me upstairs now!"

Hayden glanced around the lobby into the faces of on lookers. He turned, carrying me through the lobby toward the front door. The older peopled whispered to each other while staring at me. One lady nodded her head, smiling. I smiled back. Hayden placed me inside the back seat of the Bentley, sliding in next to me.

Hayden's eyebrows scrounged together. "Lydia, are you alright?"

"Yes, Hayden. I want to have sex. I don't want to wait."

He rolled up the partition. "Baby, it's coming." Hayden didn't touch me. I could see I got Hayden's attention. His dick was hard. He closed his eyes, rubbing his dick until it descended.

"We should arrive at Gillray's restaurant soon. It has..."

"...A great view of Big Ben," I gleamed.

I'm sure my smile was wide. "I love history. I can't wait to get pictures in front of Big Ben."

I released my sex crazed thoughts and focused on us sight-seeing. Hayden and I sat in a large round booth with a wonderful view of Big Ben. The sun reflected on the clock just right. It was a beautiful day in London. "Thank you, Hayden. This is perfect." I sipped my lemon water.

"Hayden, I think we should get engaged then get married in three years."

"Lydia, have you lost it!?"

"Hayden, we can have sex now, and wait to get married. I'll be finished with school. No more stripping," I smiled.

Hayden was brooding. He slid next to me so fast I didn't have time to blink. "What the fuck is this? I'm not waiting to marry you." He threw his hands in the air.

"Stop with all your shenanigans. Damn it, woman! I'm not letting you go," he growled.

My hand rubbed his clean-shaven cheek. "Hayden, I can't allow you to lose everything for me."

"Lydia, I seriously think you are trying to drive me to an early grave. Baby, no one can strip me of being a Hedge Fund manager. Yes, I can lose my father's company, but I can and always will manage investments. Lydia, promise we will ride the tsunami together." Hayden pulled me closer until there was no air between us.

I didn't want to make the promise, but what else could I do? Hayden was going crazy. "I will be right here Hayden by your side." Hayden passionately took my lips.

The entire restaurant stood cheering for us. He and I smiled at each other. After lunch, Hayden and I strolled along the Westminster bridge hand in hand. I glanced over at Hayden who looked handsome in his blue tint aviator sunglasses. Hayden's hair fell in his face. His fingers shoved his medium length black hair back, gelling it together. Two tall stalky men dressed in black suits followed behind us. "Hayden, wait. I want to get a picture." I snapped a few photos of Big Ben.

"Lydia, I'll take a few pictures of you and then I'll get some of us together."