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“Hayden, you can’t marry me just to have sex with me.”
“No Lydia, I don’t want to marry you just to have sex with you. I want to marry you to share my life with you.”
Hayden’s hands grabbed my head, holding his lips against my forehead. “The keys for the cars are on the wall in the kitchen. I will see you this afternoon.”
He walked away.
I hate seeing the pain I cause in Hayden’s eyes.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
HAYDEN
Lydia is like fucking Pandora’s box sometimes. I can’t figure her out. Just when I thought we were in a good place she runs. Not only runs, ends us. What the fuck. Thinking about that night nearly gives me a heart attack.
Shit, I get it isn’t normal to fall in love with a woman you just met, but Lydia Carmichael isn’t just any woman. She is an intelligent, determined woman. One who takes care of her family. I love that about her. However, I hate she has to strip to make a living.
Is it normal that I watch my woman strip almost every day? I imagine she is stripping for me not for some stranger. When our lips intertwine, there’s this electric shock that jolts us into wild untainted passion. Being romantic with Lydia is what fuels my fire.
Lydia stood before me Saturday night in the strip club, dancing. She treated me like a customer rather than her man. I could sense something was wrong. I couldn’t decipher what though. She wouldn’t go to a private room with me. Lydia was trying to hold back the tears. After she ran into the dressing room, I left. I went home and returned at closing. One of the bouncers said she left an hour ago. After talking to Bryce, I felt a little better. I knew Lydia was ok, but I needed to hear her voice. The text message she sent me ticked me off. Ending us by text message, what the fuck?
Finally, she answered the phone. Lydia was crying. She wouldn’t tell me what was wrong, just that she couldn’t be with me. I decided to let her get some sleep. I paced the floor in the wee hours of the morning. I remember lying in bed, fully dressed replaying our entire day. It was perfect, then it turned to shit. I awoke around ten. I texted my cousin Sebastian. I needed him to get Lydia’s fathers phone number and address for me.
Sitting on the couch, appearance disheveled, I stared at the information Sebastian sent to me. I knew once I made that call there was no turning back. I was sinking into a hole without Lydia. I was just getting to know her. I couldn’t let that stop me. My gut tells me she is the one. The way her body reacts to my touch, the way she cares for me when she senses something is wrong, the way she fights our love, the passion in our kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. She’s the future Mrs. Gaster.
Taking a deep breath, I made the call. After speaking with Mr. Carmichael, I smiled. Our call went well. He knows my father. I look forward to speaking to my father about Mr. Carmichael. They both are nerds, so I’m sure they weren’t doing Keggers. I laughed out loud.
Driving down the street, I saw Lydia sitting on the porch wearing a look of frustration on her face. That expression turned to surprise when I exited the Suburban truck. My heart beat increased the closer I got to her. I thought my heart was going to burst. Her blonde hair was in a high ponytail. The shit made my dick twitch. The most beautiful woman stood before me. No, I can’t give her up.
Her tight white t-shirt hugged her perky breasts and the red jogging pants swallowed her fat ass. Shit, I can’t walk into the house to meet her father with a hard on for his daughter.
My thumb against her soft cheek felt good. I didn’t know one touch would make her cry. “I missed you baby.” I pulled her close.
Her body trembled in my arms. What the fuck have I done to this woman already? Lydia spends most of her time fighting us. Fuck another man. I don’t give a shit about her wanting to marry some poor schmuck once she is older who doesn’t know her, the real her. No, I’m her first and only true love. She will see once she lets her guard down.
Nervously, Lydia sat next to me listening to her father and me talk about her. She hated to hear me tell her father the truth. Almost, like she wanted me to be some full of shit guy. A shallow motherfucker who wanted to fuck and leave her. She needed to hear my words, hear my intentions so she knows I ain’t going no fucking where and I ain’t no shallow motherfucker. If all I wanted was her virginity, I would have taken it that night in my car. If I didn’t want her, I wouldn’t show up at her job every night, I wouldn’t have her sleeping in my bed. I wouldn’t have been there talking to her father. That’s for damn sure. Women think all men want is their virginity, not true. Yeah, I get it. Virgins fall in my lap a little easier than most, but I promise it’s different with Lydia. Virgin or not, I wanted her to be mine.
