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Last night, I was pissed. I’m not Hayden’s fucking charity project. Rich men, don’t realize sometimes how they make people feel who have less. Hayden walking into the pub being embarrassed in my presence made me feel somewhat sorry for him. The pub owner was bitter.
Sometimes women see a relationship between a man and woman one way when it isn’t as it seems. A man says he will call you but doesn’t call your right away. He actually calls you the next time he is in town. You then take sleeping with him to a new level. You believe he has feelings for you because he tells you the pussy is good. Men say that shit all the time because it does feel good to them. It doesn’t mean a man loves you. Karena put me up on game in regards to how men view sex.
Natalie misunderstood her relationship with Hayden. He was fucking her every time he came in town, but that’s all it was.
Hayden and I are a little different. Our connection was instantaneous. I was just a challenge to him. I didn’t give him what he wanted right away. Again, I don’t know what will happen once we have sex. Back to last night. Hayden boring his soul to me in the pub last night was sweet. I in turn took a step forward admitting I was falling in love with him. Yeah, I know I am in love with him, but I thought I told him enough at the time until the liquid courage took over. Now he knows I love him.
After leaving the club last night I wanted him to fuck the shit out of me. I wanted us to be close as we could be. Shit, the way this man makes me feel. He has seriously destroyed me for another. If our relationship didn’t survive, I know he would be the love of my life.
It is a little daunting walking into a relationship with a playboy. One who has never been in love. Probably not the best combination. My hand flew over my mouth. I agreed to marry Hayden Gaster. We are both not in our right head space. A stripper shouldn’t agree to marry a Billionaire. I can destroy his image and he could loss control of his family’s company. I slid down the wall, falling on the floor. What the fuck am I doing? I can’t let him destroy what he has built. He is supposed to move to L.A. What should I do? Do I forfeit love? I think I have to. I don’t want to live without Hayden. My heart is beating a million miles a minute.
“God, tell me what to do!” I screamed.
Hayden won’t stop pursuing me. Why can’t Hayden see it doesn’t matter if I’m obtaining a college degree. I’m a fucking striper. This weekend needs to be filled with beautiful memories, so I have something to hold onto when I walk away. I won’t let Hayden lose everything for me. Maybe he and I will be single at the same time later in life when I’m no longer stripping then we can be together. Or if he would allow me to be his girlfriend in secret we could get married in three years. He’s so hell bent on marrying me first before taking my virginity. He’s trying to honor my wishes, which is sweet. I love that about him.
Slowly, I dragged myself out of the shower, throwing on a pair of purple leggings, matching long sleeve form fitting performance shirt, and black sneakers.
I braided my hair into a single braid resting down my back. I approached the counter in the spa.
“How may I help you?”
“I’m here for a spa treatment.”
“What is your room number?”
“824.”
“Mrs. Gaster, I will take you back now.”
I was floored. Hayden has to stop calling me Mrs. Gaster.
∞
Hayden made sure I received the royal treatment. I received an hour massage, mud bath, manicure, pedicure, and they washed, blow dried, and styled my hair into big beautiful curls.
Once inside of Hayden’s hotel room, I slipped into a heather gray blouse matching my eyes, dark blue distressed denim jeans, and brown riding boots. I met Hayden in the beautiful hotel lobby. He wore a powder blue blazer, white dress shirt, the first three buttons were undone revealing his sexy chest, white dress slacks, and black loafers. His style was young sheik. He certainly dresses like a billionaire. Hayden is so, fucking fine. His blue eyes appeared baby blue against the powder blue jacket. I couldn’t help myself. I pulled him close intertwining our lips. Hayden’s hands glided around my waist, squeezing me tight. A moan escaped me. Hayden is the best wet dream only he is live and in person. I wanted to take him upstairs and ride his dick until I was cumming again. “Fuck, Hayden.” I stepped back an inch working hard to control my lust.
