CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

HAYDEN

I wasn’t ready to tell Lydia about the pedophile who was stalking her all these years, but she had a right to know.

The heat in the month of May in Atlanta can be treacherous. It was scorching in the early afternoon. I sat on the roof top deck eating brunch while finishing up some work from Yesterday.

Lydia stretched as she stepped outside letting the sun beat against her honey brown skin. “I love Saturdays. Good afternoon, Hayden.” She kissed me.

“Good morning, baby.”

Lydia sat across from me adding a muffin, a raspberry Danish, and two slices of turkey bacon to her plate. I poured her a mimosa. “Thank you.”

“How are you adjusting to your new life?”

“Alright, I guess.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Hayden, you are distant.”

“What are you talking about? I make love to you every chance I get.”

“Hayden, you know what I mean. Anytime I mention I’m going to work you shut down. When I get home from work you don’t touch me.”

I smirked. “You want me to touch you after every man in that place touched my breasts, my ass, and my pussy! Are you fucking kidding me? You are my wife, not my fucking girlfriend. My job is to protect you no matter what.”

I ripped the sunglasses from my face. “I’ll kill any motherfucker who crosses the line. How many times do I have to say all of you belongs to me. This isn’t a fucking game.” I walked over to the balcony over-looking the city.

Lydia stepped over to me. “Hayden, you said you would break someone’s fingers.” She shook her head.

“Men touch me every day. Sometimes in places they shouldn’t, but you can’t hurt everyone. Talk to me Hayden.”

I gripped the silver rail tight before sitting on the tan outdoor sofa. Lydia sat beside me, staring. “This happened the night you were acting weird in the shower asking me to stop stripping.” Her hand flew over her mouth. “The business you and Sebastian had to handle.”

She paused. “Oh my God, Hayden tell me what happened.”

I told her everything. “I broke each of his fingers then strangled him to death after we found out where the children were buried.”

Lydia’s body shivered under the hot sun. “He watched me since I was child. He was one of my regular customers. That was the first time he touched me like that.” The tears poured down her face.

“I’m-I’m going to be sick.” She ran through the house into the bathroom.

I ran after her. I held Lydia’s hair as she vomited. I helped her to the sink, rinsing her mouth out with water. I grabbed a towel running it under water patting her forehead. “It’s ok, baby.” I rubbed her back with my free hand.

“How many more Hayden?”

I closed my eyes. “Four. 1 pedophile and 3 rapist who are also murderers.”

She stopped brushing her teeth, staring at me in disbelief. “Hayden, why are they still coming to the club?”

“Lydia, they are felons. Bad guys like to watch beautiful women strip too. They have to slip up to get caught. Right now, all I can do is have them watched. I have your apartment searched every time you go home because I don’t want anyone to harm you.”

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.”

I smiled. “Of course, Mrs. Gaster.”

∞

I think Lydia forgot I am supposed to take over the office in L.A. Not sure when I will bring it up. It took a minute, but I finally persuaded her to let me sale her car. I told her to take the proceeds from the car and put the funds toward her father’s medical bill balance.

One afternoon, I waited outside Lydia’s school. She would be leaving class soon.

The sun beat upon my back as I rested against Lydia’s new car. The car is white with a wide candy red stripe down the middle. Her car is wrapped in a large white bow. Lydia ran toward me, kissing my lips. “This is for me!”

She strolled around the car in all. “Yes, baby. This is your new Rolls-Royce Wraith!”

She danced around then jumped back into my arms. “Thank you, baby.”

I glanced into the crowd of students who stood at a distance. Her admirer was the only person who stormed off mad. I chuckled.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing baby. Here’s the keys. Let’s go to lunch. I’m starving.”

I retrieved her new brown Coach back pack, placing it in the trunk.

“Hayden, did you go into the office today?”

“No, I worked from home. I was waiting for the car to be delivered.”

“You’re dressed down. A baseball cap, t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Are you trying to stay out of the media?”

“Yes. What was the agreement?”

“You would announce to the world we are married in August.”

“I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“I know,” she smiled.

~

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 to 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.

“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.