Billionaire's Stripper novel Chapter 56

"This can't be." He scratched his head.

"Curtis, I need you to get a grip. I didn't know how deep your feelings were for my wife until I had your computer hacked. Does she know you wear a disguise to the strip club to watch her dance? Listen, I'm not going to tell her you stalk her."

My sinister eyes stared into his. "Just don't think about fucking with her or I will be forced to end you." I smacked his shoulder hard.

"Nice talk." I slid my aviators back onto my face, whistling as I walked away.

LYDIA

Hayden has been acting a little obsessive lately. He never wants me to work. Now that he's had me, he doesn't want another man looking at my body. Honestly, I can't blame him. He recently began coming back into the club frequently. I catch him sometimes, sitting in a secluded corner of the club. Avoiding eye contact with him has worked for me so far.

He hasn't ever approached me while I'm dancing for other men. If I dance for him, he's going to ask me to go home early or request I dance for him all night.

One day, Hayden came in at lunch. This is the second time he's paid me to sit on his lap in the private room, while he worked from his cell phone. I love him, but sometimes it pisses me off how he tries to control me. We made a deal and he's not abiding by the rules.

My man is saddened often. I can always see it in his eyes. I can't explain it. I want to be my own person, but still be a part of us as a couple. I'm the other half of us. He tried inviting me to dinner with his friends a few times, I decided it was easier to lie. Tell Hayden I had to study for a big test. Instead of telling him for the fiftieth time why I don't want to meet them.

The ladies at work told me I lucked up and I should let him take care of me. I didn't tell them he is my husband. They think he is my boyfriend. If our marriage fails, I can live off the money I've saved thus far. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and Hayden isn't in bed. I'd stroll down the hall to his studio, watching him create masterpieces. Sometimes it would take him thirty minutes to realize I was there. I notice I've thrown Hayden's work schedule off again. Sometimes he wakes up early makes a few work calls then goes back to sleep at 10.

I know my Hayden loves me. What man would turn his life upside down to be with you if he didn't. However, our fights are getting worse. I almost slapped him. The look he gave me told me I better not. I know he wouldn't hit me, maybe ignore me for a while. I hated that fight. I couldn't wait to get off work. I craved my man.

"Ladies, ladies! I was waiting on Scrumptious," he stated through gritted teeth staring at me.

"I thank you for bringing my drinks." Hayden gave them each $500."

"Thanks, Daddy!" they sang walking away, rolling their eyes at me.

I rolled my eyes back. "Fucking bitches."

I stepped over to Hayden. "You can't come here anymore. The ladies know we are dating. Now, they are putting the moves on you."