by ChaShiree M.
Brock’s Leading Lady
The Nanny Tales, Book One
ChaShiree M.
KinkyBoo Publishing
Copyright © 2020 by ChaShiree M.
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Contents
Blurb
1. Brock
2. Delta
3. Brock
4. Delta
5. Brock
6. Delta
7. Brock
8. Delta
9. Brock
10. Delta
11. Brock
12. Delta
13. Brock
14. Delta
Epilogue
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other Books by ChaShiree M.
Coming Soon
Dedicated to those of you sacrificing your life, blood, sweat and tears to be there for others. It doesn't go unnoticed. Continue to be brave, giving and full of love. Your time is coming too.
Now a special message from Brock:
Evangeline, my beautiful Spanish Queen,
I have been waiting for you. Have you dreamed about me, my love? Can you feel me, my good girl? Are you ready for me? Come to me, my love. Let me show you how a woman is supposed to be loved. Don't weep, baby girl. Let my hands roam your canvas and bring you pleasure. Show me how much you want it. Don't keep me waiting long.
Te amo, mi amor.
Brock
Blurb
Brock
I don’t have time for a woman in my life. I am a single father of two children. I have a thriving Hollywood business and everything I could possibly need. That is until my nanny quits. I had just about given up on finding a replacement…. until she walked into my office. She doesn’t know it yet, but she is not just going to be my nanny. She is going to be my wife.
I have never been a man who needed his woman to need him, obey him and look to him. That is until Delta, with her soft voice, silky skin and virgin p**** wafting her scent in front of my face. Now, she is never going to be rid of me. I need her to need me, want me and most of all, be my everything. I didn’t expect her, but I sure as hell am NEVER letting her GO!!!
Delta
All I can think of is how am I going to continue to take care of my little sister. She is graduating high school this year and I want her to have what I never did…a future. But affording it, is going to be a problem. That is until the nanny agency I signed up with sends me on an interview that could change both our lives.
From the moment I walked into his office something felt different. I felt different. It took moments for me to know, if I took this job, my life would never be the same. The thing is, I can’t seem to care. When he looks at me, my body comes alive. When he speaks to me, I melt. When he touches me, I catch on fire. How can I resist that? I only hope trusting all of it, doesn’t destroy what little strength I have left.
After all, it is not only he and I we have to worry about.
This is a safe, over-the-top, instalust/love, Alpha romance, filled with heat, dominance, some drama and a bit of Hollywood glamour. Join Brock and Delta as their love heats up the tablet. You have a fan handy?? LOL. Enjoy!!!
Chapter 1
Brock
“I’m sorry Mr. Phillips. My doctor said I need to stay off my feet as much as possible. Besides, Lee doesn’t want me working anymore once the baby comes.”
Standing in my kitchen listening to my nanny, who has been with me and helping take care of my kids for the past four years, as she tells me why she is suddenly walking out on me and without notice. I put my hand to my forehead to try and stall the pounding headache I feel building. Rubbing my temples, I try not saying anything to give myself a little time. Hopefully I won’t say anything I will not be able to take back if I can stop myself from speaking.
“Believe me. I didn’t want to do this on such a short notice. But I have no choice. I am going to miss the kids so much. I love them. You know that. I have written out a list of young ladies I think that would be a good fit for you and the kids. Will you tell them I love them?”
Is she serious? I am not telling them anything. If she is so worried about it, she would at least wait for them to come home. But is she? NO. Frankly, I have had enough of her babbling. The longer she talks, the more pissed I become.
“Have a nice life, Lucy.” I open the front door and stare into her face, leaving no misunderstanding of my demand. She stands there shocked at first, waiting for me to… what… I don’t know. When she realizes I'm saying nothing else she walks out with her head hung low. I slam the door and let out the breath I have been holding.
I am the top film producer in Hollywood. Of course, that could change at any moment, but I have held that position for the past six years. From the moment I left for college, I knew what I wanted to do. I enrolled in every business, acting, directing, and media course imaginable. I was determined to make a name for myself.
Fresh out of college, I was offered a position as the assistant to Sicily Madaris. At the time, she was the head of LLN studios in Hollywood California. It could be said that if she endorses you in the industry, then you have made it. I was her assistant for three years. Vetting actors and directors, while managing her studio.
My break came when someone brought her the script for a biopic on Aerosmith and she turned it down. I took this as an opportunity that should be taken advantage of and not passed on. There were quite a few meetings for funding, a couple of conversations with some execs I had befriended while working for Sicily, and I had my first film. When it won me an Oscar, my name became known as an up and comer and the rest as they say is history. Quite simply, I knew what I wanted, and I went for it. That is how I run my studio now and always will.
The point is that Lucy should know me well enough to know that I don’t play games, and I don’t second guess myself. When a person crosses me, they are through. I remove them from my life and don’t look back. Now what the hell am I supposed to do?
“Lacey. I need you to place an ad in the paper for a nanny. I will need them to start asap. They must have experience with children. A college graduate is preferred, but not mandatory. There is two weeks paid vacation after six months. I will provide a car and all memberships needed for the kids. They should be available to start on Monday. Some overnights are necessary, as well as some weekends. The pay is $75,000 a year with a raise after one year. This is to be sent out immediately to all the agencies and newspapers. Have Clara vet them and send me the ones that pass her inspection. That will be all Lacey.” Ending the conversation, I can’t help but be frustrated. It has been a week since Lucy left. I took the week off, but now it is time to get back to business.
“Very good, Sir.”
Sitting back in my office chair, I rub my hands over my face letting the exasperation show. Sometimes, I can’t help but wish I had restrained my cock all those years ago. Eight years ago, to be exact. It was about the time I began producing the Aerosmith biopic, that I met a shy sweet aspiring actress from Monkton, Wyoming named Karinna.
Karinna was beautiful. Blonde, short, not too thin, tits for days, and the sweetest smile. She was only twenty to my twenty-five, and this was her first time away from home. I courted her by taking her to some of the poshest spots and introduced her to all the right people. I even went as far as to cast her in the biopic to help her get a start. It was not a major role, mind you, but it did g
ive her some camera time.
After it was all said and done, she was a hit. Clive Solstice offered her the leading role in his new movie, and the rest is history. For the next year we were Hollywood's newest it couples to watch out for. Everyone speculated an engagement and marriage would be the result. I get why they thought that, but the truth is I was starting to learn things about her behind the scenes that stopped me from making it official.
Six months into our courtship, we went out to dinner with some friends for a release party. We drank, ate, mingled, and had a genuinely good time. It wasn’t until we got home, and I could hear her vomiting in the bathroom that shit hit the fan. I thought she was ill and was preparing to call the doc when she stopped me.
“Get a grip, Brock. How do you think I keep my figure no matter what I eat?” What the fuck? I was stunned and stood there staring at her for what felt like hours. Deciding to be done then, because there is only so much you should do to maintain your image. Especially in this business. But throwing up everything you eat. No.
I couldn’t break up with her right away, because we were doing a press for an upcoming movie she was starring in and I was directing it. But every night I would sleep in the other room, then she would find her way into my bed and, well shit. Who could resist free pussy? Finally, when the movie was out and doing well, I told her it was over. I called my publicist beforehand so she could be prepared. It was then she dropped the bomb on me that she was pregnant.
I balked at first. What the fuck am I going to do with a kid? Eventually, the idea grew on me. Now, I am not an idiot. I demanded a paternity test while she was pregnant. No way was she going to trap me with some other man’s kid. Once it came back as mine, I was all in. She seemed to change as well. She stopped vomiting, gained some weight, didn’t touch a drink, began exercising, and became a totally different person. I thought it was her motherly instincts kicking in. I now know she thought this meant I was going to marry her. Like I would make that mistake.
When my son was born, I had no idea it would change my life. The little boy became my everything. My whole world began and ended with him. It still does. We were ok for the first two years. I hired a nanny and went on with my life. She didn’t seem to miss a beat. She went out every night. Slept in every morning and worked like she had no one at home. Me, I took off two days a week to be with my son. Jasper was the cutest baby. Sweet and snuggly. Not to mention he smelled so good. I hated being away from him. I didn’t care for her lack of a bond, but I thought, maybe she had postpartum. What the hell do I know?
We slept together off and on. Usually it was after we had both been out at an industry thing and had a bit to drink.
Halfway to year two, she got pregnant again. This time it was a girl. Her attitude was vicious the entire pregnancy. It wasn't until Railynn was born, barely cleaned off before she said, “Are you ever going to fucking marry me, Brock? I have given you two brats. Doesn’t that earn me your name? You are so fucking selfish. What the hell else do I need to do you fucking asshole?” She yelled and carried on for hours. So much so that the doctors finally came in and sedated her saying she was suffering from post-pregnancy hysteria.
She walked around the house like a zombie from what drugs they prescribed to her. Until the day I came home, and she was doing the director of her current movie in my bedroom. The bitch had to go. I took her to court to strip her of her rights, and the rest is history. The story played out in the news, and of course I was the asshole who took the kids from their mom. Like I give a fuck. No way was the bitch getting my kids. Now, I just need to find some help in taking care of them when I can't be home.
Chapter 2
Delta
“Sorry, I’m late Mrs. Netherbee. I had to take my sister to…”
“Save it, Delta. How many times do I have to tell you potential employers don’t like a nanny that is late? You will be out on your behind so fast your head will spin. We don’t actually like it here at Hollywood Nannies either. Lucky for you, I admire what you are doing for your sister. Don’t mistake my kindness for a weakness. Do you understand?” I nod my head; my face is heating up at the embarrassment of being scolded as an adult.
What else can I say? She is right. This job is my last resort at finding something that will pay me what I need in order to keep taking care of my little sister. I glance up and see her eyebrow quirked up. It is her way of telling me to answer her with words.
“Yes, Mrs. Netherbee. Sorry. It won’t happen again.” I tell her fully meaning it, but I'm not sure I can stick to it.
“See that it doesn’t. Now, you have a face to face interview with Mrs. Clara Jones. She is the office manager for none other than Brock Phillips.” She says the last part with more than a little enthusiasm.
Her face is displaying a look of sheer professional pride. I try to imitate the look, but the truth is I have no idea who she is talking about. “Aren’t you excited, Miss Chabert?”
I know I should say something or at least feign over the top excitement, but to be honest I am so exhausted I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
“Tell me you know who that is?” I shake my head slowly feeling ashamed. “For Pete's sake. You live in this community. Get to know it. You want to make it as a nanny, you need one of these rich families to hire you. I suggest you leave this office and hit google. Your interview is tomorrow morning at nine in the morning. Don’t be late, Delta.” With those parting words, she dismisses me.
As soon as I hit the street, I take a deep breath. I am always tense and self-aware when I am in her office. Looking at my watch, I see I have a few more hours before my little sister River gets out of school. There is enough time to beat rush hour traffic, stop at Starbucks for one of those delectable caramel macchiatos and a blueberry scone, while I look up this man and figure out what I am up against.
My mind roams back to my sister, River. Whenever I think of her, my heart does flip flops. My mom was an aspiring actress, like everyone else in this godforsaken town. She was born and raised in the swamps of Louisiana. Fleeing her backwater life as soon as she turned 18 to end up here. Going on auditions and casting calls, while working as a waitress in between for food and rent. Cliché I know.
She landed a big part in a B-list movie where she met my dad, who was the on-set production assistant. He was drawn to her beauty instantaneously. She liked that he knew people. When he began courting her as they called it, she fell for it. As time went on, she said she began to notice he would get jealous anytime another man looked at her. Never mind if it was on set or off. It became so bad; he was banned from any movie set she was a part of and lost his job in the process. She was going to leave him when she came up pregnant with me. He begged her not to leave, told her he would change, and asked her to marry him. Alone in a big city, pregnant, and just shy of her 19th birthday; she figured what choice did she have, and she said yes.
You know how the story goes. Man changes for a bit, then changes back. Yep, that one. She tried to leave once and took me with her. We went to a motel and she called home. Her daddy called her a slut. Told her she got what she deserved coming to a sin-filled place like this and hung up on her. But not before calling me the devil's child.
Not sure what else to do at this point and pregnant with baby number two, she went back to him. I don’t remember a time when they weren’t yelling and screaming at one another. There was always liquor and drugs around. People coming and going. I used to go into River’s room when she was little, and sleep by her bed at night when they would have one of their parties. I promised to protect her from everyone, including our very own parents.
One day when I was twelve, I came home from school to find my mom crying and yelling. She was a wreck. I could tell she was high, but I also sensed the distress in her. I started to panic, thinking it was my sister. I went through the house yelling her name and opening and closing doors. The fear creeping up into my throat was almost choking me, while I prayed she was ok. When I made it to my room, I
saw her asleep on my bed. My God, I have never been so happy for anything in my life than to see her alive and breathing.
Suddenly still confused, I went back into the living room where my mom told me, the ambulance had just left to take my dad to the morgue. He had overdosed on heroin. I wanted to be the kid that cried and fell apart for her father. But the truth is, he and my mom only cared for and loathed one another. River and I were just afterthoughts.
Afterwards, I got a job after school helping the old lady down the street, who baked bread. She felt sorry for my sister and I and paid me in cash because of being a minor. I used to wish she would take the two of us to live with her until I turned 18. It continued this way for a few more years.
When I was sixteen and River was thirteen, I came home to my mom high as a kite and passed out on the sofa. Whatever guy she had just fucked for a fix was trying to pin River, my innocent little sister, to a wall. I flew into a rage. I grabbed the butcher knife off the counter and channeled my inner Lorena Bobbitt. He ran out of the damn house so fucking fast he forgot his pants. After I closed and locked the door, I hit my mother in the face with said pants and yelled at her.
That was the day I stopped wishing for her to change and started looking at her for who she was. A horrible mother, who didn’t give a shit about her daughters or even herself. From that day forward, I had River come to the bread shop after school and wait for me to get off. It has been that way ever since. She and I. She is my best friend, my sister, and my reason for not giving up. Speaking of not giving up. I snap out of memory lane and google Mr. Phillips.