CHAPTER NINETEEN

HAYDEN

“Oh, my God!” I heard rang out from the living room. Tapping the security camera on my cell, I watched Lydia hold one hand over her mouth, while brushing through the large rack of clothes. I placed my paint brush down, then walked out of my art studio toward the living room. The bright recessed lights beamed down on Lydia as she continued combing through the clothes.

Her eyes met mine as I entered the room. “What is all of this?”

I smirked. “Clothes, shoes, and accessories.”

Her eyebrow arched. “You think you’re so fucking funny.”

I tried pushing the image of my woman swinging from a strip pole naked, earlier today. Making that deal with her boss was worth having her to myself for days at a time. I would do it all over again, even offer more money. This woman should never dance on anyone’s pole.

She’s highly intelligent. I wish she could have gone to school like she planned. Grounding her focus on her studies not worrying about taking care of her father. However, I get it. If one of my parents was sick, I would take care of them in a heartbeat because they first took care of me. I can’t wait to take care of her, I don’t want her to ever worry about money, that is my job. Her gray eyes smiled at me. Fuck, I love this woman already. I don’t give a shit if it’s not normal. Fuck, normal.

My hands slipped around her waist gripping her tight, smelling her strawberry scented hair. I’m not sure how much longer I will be able to watch her strip. Today was the first time she stared at me with worried eyes while she danced for the club patrons. I lie to myself every night while sitting in the dark corner of the club watching her dance. I tell myself she’s dancing for me. What the fuck kind of man finds his future wife in the strip club. I promise I never saw this woman with beautiful honey brown skin coming. The second our eyes met she had me and I had her.

“How does your hair smell like strawberry’s when you were just in a room full of cigarette smoke.”

Lydia massaged my back. “I wash my hair with dry shampoo sometimes before leaving the club.”

I pulled back, my eyes took in all of her. If my eyes drink her wearing a sweat shirt and jeans, what the hell is going to happen when she is wearing a dress.

She kept smiling at me with her eyes today. “Kiss me, baby.”

Lydia’s lips gently touched mine before pressing harder, slipping her tongue between my lips. I swallowed her little ass up, gripping her ass tight. She moaned out my name. “Hayden.”

My blue eyes popped open staring into hers while our lips were still connected. “You’re wet right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Hayden.” Her fingers dug into my back.

“Fuck!” I groaned. “We need to get moving. We really need to meet my cousin. I almost forgot. I have some business to handle after dinner. I will be home late.”

She searched my eyes. “What kind of business does a CEO handle late at night?”

“Baby, we have businesses all over the globe. Sometimes when your pretty head is lying on the pillow I maybe talking to a customer in Australia or Japan.”

I lied to Lydia for the first time. I didn’t want her thinking I was going to continue beating men up over her.

I turned Lydia to face the rack as I stood behind her grabbing dresses for her to try on. “I didn’t know your size, so I told Ms. Novak to send dresses in three different sizes. I knew your shoe size.”

Lydia found the same dresses I selected from the rack in her size then scurried into the bedroom closet. I stood at the bedroom window gawking at the crowds of people walking the vibrant streets through rich Buckhead.

Lydia appeared in the dark denim dress falling right below her knees, three quarter inch sleeves, form fitting all those gorgeous curves. A large bow rested on the side of her neck. A pair of nude Jimmy Choos made her outfit almost complete. She turned in the mirror admiring her beauty. This is how she should dress every day. I want her on my arm when I attend every benefit, concert, trip out of town, what the fuck ever. She is a vision of beauty and she is all mine.

“Lydia, you look beautiful!” I stood behind her wrapping her in my arms, stealing glimpsing of her in the mirror.”

She blushed. “Thank you. Hayden, I’m going to take a shower.”

Lydia sat on the bed oiling her skin. I walked into the bedroom wearing only a towel around my waist, drying my hair with another. I tossed the towel aside, removing the body butter from her hand. “Hayden, what are you doing?”

“Moisturizing your skin.”

Her eyes carried mischief. “Is that all?”

I stood, dropping the towel. “Are you ready to take this dick? If you are, I’ll cancel dinner.”

She swallowed hard.

I grabbed the towel off the floor, wrapping it around my waist. I ran my fingers through my wet hair. “You’re not ready.”

My eyebrows raised. “I know what you want.”

She turned a hue of red. The body butter melted in my hands as I rubbed my hands together. Extending her leg, I massaged the body butter into her skin. She watched me intently. My hands ran back and forth along her thighs. Kneeling before her, I moisturized her tight tummy and beautiful breasts. I slammed her legs open, pulling her pussy closer to the edge at the corner of the bed. Massaging more body butter into my hands, I rubbed the body butter all over her arms and back. Standing on my knees, my lips caressed hers. “Do you want me to eat your pussy?”

Her eyes widened. My tongue circled her nipples. “Hayden, no.”

I sat back, spreading her pussy lips, her cream seeped out. “Damn, I made you cum just from touching you?” I asked as my large thumb circled her juicy pussy lips.

My lips touched her stomach, then her mound. Her body heaved in and out. “Touch me Lydia.”

She didn’t obey. “Lydia!”

Her fingers ran through my hair. My tongue dipped into her pussy. A loud sigh released from deep within her.

Our eyes locked. “Lydia don’t be afraid to ask for what you want. I’m happy to eat your pussy,” I winked.

She lost it. Her body fell against the plush bed.

“Show me how bad you want it.” Lydia’s body waved like a belly dancer. I wanted to fuck her pussy bad, see what she could do in bed with all those stripper moves. When she retires, she is bringing all those stripper moves to the bedroom. Her pussy popped against my mouth. I released a loud groan as I sucked her clit.

“Umm, Hayden, I don’t think I can get enough of you pleasing me.”

“Pleasing you how Lydia?”

“Hayden.”

“Say it Lydia or I will stop,” I lied.

“I love the way you eat my pussy,” she breathed, her fingers tugged her nipples. My fingers dug into her hips until they were red. My tongue flicked her clit until she was creaming in my mouth. I didn’t stop licking her pussy until she stopped shaking. Hovering over her, I gazed into her gray eyes. “Why are you crying?”

“Fuck you Hayden! You know what you are doing to me. You have destroyed me for any future prospect of another man. I only want you. I don’t know if I would ever be able to stop wanting you to touch me, please me. I love the way you please me.”

I smiled. Lydia’s fingers danced against my glistening face. I am going to spoil her and break her until she throws in the fucking towel and quits that fucking job. She is my future queen. Before, she becomes my queen I will fucking break her unfortunately. I see it coming. I haven’t even traumatized her with my dick just my tongue.

My lips touched hers. “Wait until I unleash the freak. She’s begging to escape. She wants to do splits on my dick.” Lydia slipped from under me walking butt naked back into the bathroom, locking the door. I released a hearty laugh.