Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 55

Her sad eyes broke my heart. She fell into my arms crying. "You don't have to worry about anything. I will keep you safe." I kissed her hair, while holding her tight.

"Lydia, I told you to stay home and relax. Let me pay the debt."

"Hayden, I don't feel right letting you pay my father's debt. Do you have pictures of the men who still come into the club?"

I glanced down at her. "When you quit, I will give you the pictures." I walked away.

"Why?"

"Why should I give them to you now, so you can freak out every day. My men are on it. I guess I will continue to be distant until you stop stripping."

Lydia's eyebrows scrounged together, she clinched her fists, standing in the middle of the living room.

"Hayden, don't do this."

I stepped closer to her. "Don't do what, try to take care of my wife? This is the dumbest shit Lydia. I'm a fucking Billionaire! I can pay the bill several times over. Fuck, the bills and let me handle it."

Her hand flew through the air, I grabbed it. "Don't! This shit stops now. I'm your husband. Any other woman wouldn't blink twice when I offered to pay the bills."

"Fuck, you and fuck them! I am Lydia!" she pointed her finger into her chest.

"Yeah, you are Lydia Gaster. What the fuck don't you get? You're married to a billionaire!"

"Fuck you and your money!"

I threw my hands in the air, then stormed out onto the deck and continued my meal.

I felt Lydia climb into our bed. She smelled like fresh strawberries. I hadn't seen her since our argument earlier that day. Lydia straddled me, kissing my neck. She placed my hands on her ass. "Touch me Hayden."

"No."

"Yeah, touch me so good," she moaned.

I opened my blue eyes. She sat up rolling her hips. She placed my hands on her breasts. Lydia bit her bottom lip, rubbing her wet pussy against my dick. I sat up snatching the scrunchy from her wet hair. I grinded my cock inside her.

Her gray eyes closed, head dropped back. "Yeah," she smiled.

Her eyes met mine. "My dick," she teased.

I was hard as a fucking rock. The sexiest woman is in my bed riding my dick. "Baby, if you keep riding my dick like that I'm going to bust."

Lydia eased up. Holding her hips, I moved her in a circle.

"Yeah, Hayden! Give me that good dick." I watched as she slipped up and down my cock, so fucking good.

"Work that pussy, baby."

"Only for you, daddy!"

"That's right." I slammed into her, cumming hard. Lydia was cumming too. I watched as her body shook before me.

I love having this effect on my woman. Lydia fell upon me. "I'm not moving. I love laying in our cum."

"You're so naughty."

"Hayden." Her fingers ran through my hair, then rested on my chest.

"Yeah, baby." My fingers played with her wet pussy.

"Baby, I'm serious. Thank you, for taking care of me."

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Lydia couldn't wait for me to fulfill her fantasy and fuck her up against the wall. I took it a step farther, walking through the house bouncing her up and down on my dick. I have made love to Lydia all over our Condo. She still has her apartment. I would say I'm not sure why, but I'd be lying. She's scared our marriage will fail. I hate she lives her life with one foot out of the door. I can tell her a million times I'm not going anywhere and we'll be fine, it won't matter. Over time, she will see.

I stood at the counter in the Registrar's Office at Georgia State University waiting to be helped. I looked sharp in my tailored black suit, crisp white dress shirt, and red tie.

A young man walked toward the counter. He hesitated. "Oh, it's you. May I help you?"

I removed the rose-colored aviators from my face with a smile.

"Hello, to you too Curtis Bottner."

"How do you know my name? Did Lydia tell you?"

"Don't flatter yourself." I leaned against the counter.

"It's my job to know the man walking my woman to her car almost every day."

His eyebrows wrinkled.

"Your woman? That's impossible. Lydia said she didn't have time for a relationship."

"Curtis, she was letting you down easy. Besides, you know she is with me. You saw me give her a new car just the other day. Listen, I will allow you to hang around my wife."

"Wife!" He yelled.

Eyes around the office fell on us. I smiled at the onlookers.

"Keep your voice down." I held my hand up, revealing my wedding band. "Yes, Lydia is my wife." I showed him my screen saver of Lydia and I posing in our wedding photo.