Brock's Leading Lady

by ChaShiree M.

  When he pulls back from my mouth and begins kissing my neck, I know I am going to pass out. My neck was always one of the most sensitive places on me. “Mmm… seems this is a spot for a certain young lady, I see,” he says, sucking and biting my skin.

  “Y-yes.” I barely get it out as his hands travel down under my skirt. Oh God. I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am. But I find myself, widening my legs, giving him further access. My arms go back around his neck and I become even more of a hussy. I moan into his mouth, not caring that I am acting out of character. Right now, nothing matters but his hands on me.

  Bzzz.

  Not again, I think. Brock curses, and his hand moves from panties to the intercom.

  “WHAT!!???” He yells into the phone.

  “Sir, sorry to interrupt yet again. However, your meeting is already starting.”

  Immediately I know our time has come to an end. I can tell by his demeanor as soon as she says it, that is back to business with him. He is one of those men you can read. His aura tells you everything you need to know about him from one moment to the next. And right now, his is telling me my time with him is up. So why should this make me sad? I begin fixing myself and try to stand up and leave as quickly as possible. His hands trap me on the seat.

  “You remember what I told you to do?” Wait! I still need to do that? Oh boy!

  After reminding me that he gave me orders, he kisses me, pats my ass like a child and sends me on my way. I find myself inside of his town car in the back, in a daze, not sure what to do. All I do know is that my sister is due to be out of school any minute which means I have exactly twenty minutes to get home, changed and make a decision. I keep looking down at my hands, the memory of everywhere his hands touched inside his office, begging me to retrace his movements. Squirming, I begin remembering everything he did and said, and I would be a liar if I said some part of me is not asking to go back there and finish this. But any decision I make has to be about River. What is best for her. With that in mind, I shake my head and try to clear it. We pull up my apartment building with ten minutes to spare and I am still no closer to deciding.

  Getting out of the car, I turn back to say goodbye and thank you to the driver and find him, settling in like he is sticking around.

  “I’m sorry. Are you staying?” I ask him a bit confused and mortified if I am honest.

  “I am ma'am. Mr. Phillips strict instructions were for me not to leave until you have collected the things you are bringing with you and your sister,” he says matter of factly.

  I want to cross my arms and stomp my feet. I want to whine at being treated like a kid, with my decisions being made for me. But seriously, what good would it do? Brock Phillips doesn’t strike me as the type of man who would give a shit about my tantrums. He would probably put me over his knee and in the end, I would still be doing what he wanted. Great. Now my panties are even wetter thinking of being across his knee.

  Turning my back to the driver, I walk inside the building and into my apartment. For the first time, I look around and think about what someone else might see when they look at it. The living room is basically a five by five box, with one bedroom, and one bathroom. The furniture is from the thrift store down the street. One couch and a table. We have no space for a dining table so we can eat on the couch. We tried to decorate the walls with different posters and artwork from thrift stores as well. It’s all we have, but it’s home.

  I am just hanging up my coat, when I hear River putting her keys in the door. “There is a sick town car downstairs in front of the building. They must have the wrong place. Kim Kardashian definitely doesn't live here,” she says laughing as she hangs up her bookbag. I would find it funny myself if it wasn’t for the fact that it is waiting on us. She immediately knows something is wrong because the habit I have of wringing my hands when I am nervous is rearing its ugly head right now.

  “Delta what’s wrong? Your hands are squeezing each other again,” she says smirking at me. Smart ass.

  “Well, the town car is for me. Us.” She looks at me like I somehow just grew another head.

  “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

  “I got a new job today as a nanny working for Brock Phillips and he is demanding that we move…….”

  “Oh my god!!!” She interrupts me yelling and jumping up and down. “Do you know who he is? He is the producer of Love’s Insanity, The Subs Wish, and Loved By Mistake. He is also the writer of Anna’s Dream. He is amazing.” She is practically drooling. If it wasn’t for the fact that I forbid her from watching all of those and she and her friends snuck and did it at one of the girl’s house last weekend, I would be laughing at her obvious obsession.

  “Yes. I know who he is. The thing is, he wants us to move into his house, over an hour away. If it were just me, I would do it no problem. But you, your friends are here and ...”

  “YES!!! YES. YES. YES. A thousand times yes. When do we leave?” I stare at her, stunned by her swift agreement, but also not sure if she is just doing this for me.

  “River, we don’t have to do this. I have a job already. We can stay here.”

  “Delta, stop worrying. I can catch a train every day for school. Or you could finally get me a car. I am sure he is paying you plenty. Why would we pass up an opportunity like this? For once, we have a chance to do something different. Experience something, better. Don’t we deserve that?” I can see the tears in her eyes and my own begin to shed. I pull her into my arms and hug her. This beautiful, mature young woman.

  “Ok sweetie. Let’s do this.”

  Why does this feel like the beginning of something else?

  Chapter 5

  Brock

  I have been pacing back and forth in my foyer for what seems like hours. I know it has only been about one hour, but fuck if I care. Where the hell is she? I shake my head at how not myself I am right now. From the moment she walked into my office, I knew she was going to fucking destroy me. Not as in my life, but like my demeanor. The careful control I try to exhibit. In my business, any slip up, or show of being human and the media will decimate you. In this business, being genuine is not recognized. My kids are the only ones to see the man under the mask. But fuck if I didn’t slip up and show some of it to her. My Delta.

  I told her I would be at work for another few hours, but I couldn’t concentrate. I had three meetings scheduled for today and I barely made it through one. Once that one was over, I had my secretary cancel the other two and had my driver bring me home. I fully expected her to be here when I got here. Instead, I walk in to find the house as empty as it was when I left this morning. I called Armando demanding her tell me why I shouldn’t fire his ass for not having her back here. That is when he informed me, she and her sister hadn’t left the apartment yet.

  Shit. I forgot about her sister. I told him to message me the minute they left. That was over an hour ago. He finally messaged me about twenty minutes ago, letting me know they are on their way. Now here I am like a caged lion, waiting, pacing back and forth. I wanted them here and as settled in as they could be before my kids were dropped off from school. I grab to phone to message him again when I hear the car pull up outside. Telling myself to calm down but not really sure how to do that when everything in me is coiled so tight for this waif of a girl, I open the door to help. However, I see that she and her sister each only have one suitcase and nothing else.

  “I see you packed light. I will have the men go tomorrow and pack and deliver the rest.”

  “There is nothing else. At least nothing else we need to bring here.” She says in a whisper, with her head down. Surely, she is not saying…

  “Wow! This place is...wow!” I turn and see a slightly younger version of my girl, twirling around admiring my home. When she stops to stare at me, I can most certainly see the resemblance. Both beautiful, tiny and with the most striking green eyes I have ever seen. Even with all the similarities, my body only reacts for the eldest.

  “Why
thank you, River is it?” I ask putting my hand out to shake it.

  “Yes. I am River and thank you for letting me come here with my sister.”

  “Well, it is my pleasure. I am sure you will find your room more than adequate and should you need or want anything else, please do not hesitate to tell either your sister or myself and I will be more than happy to get it for you.” I say this to River, but I am looking at Delta. She strikes me as the woman who would go without any and everything to stop from telling me anything. I plan to fix that immediately. No woman of mine is going to be not properly taken care of. Or her sister for that matter. “Let me show you ladies to your room, so you can get settled in before my kids get home. Once you are ready, I will show you around and then we will wait for the carpool mom to drop them off.”

  Grabbing both of their suitcases, I lead them up the staircase toward the west wing of the house. “This, River, will be your suite. It has an in-room bathroom. Tub and shower are separate. Here is your walk-in closet as well as your vanity.”

  “Holy, moly. The closet could be a second room. There is no way I will fill that closet up. My little clothes will barely fill up one third of the top rack.” she says more to herself than us. Luckily, I am prepared for that.

  “Not true, munchkin. Hattie will be coming this weekend to take your measurements and personally clothe you.” I have to cover the chuckle with a cough. I forgot what it was like to have a teenager around. She is so expressive. Her eyes immediately go from sarcasm to disbelief to excitement when I said she was going to be fitted, to obvious irritation at my nickname for her.

  “I am not a munchkin. I’m seventeen for goodness sake,” she says crossing her arms. Adorable. I walk past her, leaving her to get acquainted with her new space, and I pass her I ruffle her hair. “Stop it, jerk,” she laments. I hear a gasp on my other side.

  “River, you apologize at once. Mr. Phillips is being very generous and kind. He does not deserve your disrespect.” I have to blink back my need for her in this instant as she stands there with her hands on her hips, her chest sticking out, looking every bit a mom.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Phillips.” I can see the regret on her face, and I know I have to put her out of her misery.

  “First, you will call me Brock. You are part of my family now and we will not be so formal. Second, as you are still getting to know me, I should not have felt obliged to call you a nickname and touch you. Let me be the one to apologize,” I say looking her right in the eye. My heart squeezes when she cocks her head to the side, clearly looking for the hidden meaning behind my words. I look at Delta and she has her hand to her mouth. “Forgive me, River?” I ask, extending my hand. For some unknowable reason right this second, I want…no... I need her to like me. I need her to come to trust me and see me as a dependable man in her life. She hesitates for a moment before she takes my hand and shakes it.

  “Yes. I forgive you. Seriously, thank you. For all of this?” She spreads her arms wide to intimate her surroundings.

  “My pleasure. I am going to show your sister to her room. Meet you downstairs in say, fifteen minutes?” She nods and turns. Walking to the door, I lead Delta to where she will be sleeping. The closer we get to the room, the harder my breathing becomes. Opening the door, I usher her in and stand, arms crossed and back to the wall as she looks around. My eyes don’t leave her for a second as I take in everything about her, I am going to devour and break. She wanders, taking it all in, not turning to look at me once. I know that is about to change though, when she comes to the closet and it hits her.

  “I thought...this is your room” she says turning toward me.

  “Indeed. It is little one.”

  “I thought you were going to show me where I am going to sleep?”

  “I am.” I spread my arms, letting her know this is it.

  “I can’t…” She doesn’t get to finish that sentence before my hand is wrapped around her throat, pinning her to the wall. Fuck! Why is it that as soon as I look at her, I want to dominate her? I want to control her every waking minute. From the moment she wakes to the moment she sleeps. But it’s more than that. I want to squeeze her throat, as my cock gags her over and over until I can’t see. Only then, will slam inside of her and offload my jizz, marking her in the place that matters most, making sure my kid is inside there.

  Never in my life have I wanted to spank a woman, while I ride her from behind like one of my stallions, hands pulling her hair, making her back bend to my will. I don’t bother hiding my steam machine as it pokes her in the stomach. When she gasps, no doubt unsure what is happening, I lower my mouth and once again taste the flavor that has tortured me for the past few hours. I bite her lip, pulling and tugging it, until it bleeds. The copper taste running from her mouth incites me further. I no longer have control over my actions. Moving my hand from her neck, I lift her, so her legs are around my waist.

  “Do not presume to tell me what you can’t do, my love. You are here, are you not? You belong to me now,” I whisper in her ear as my mouth sucks her neck in different spots making sure to leave marks where anyone can see. I should be discreet, be cognizant of the children and her sister, but I don’t give a fuck. She inflames me, with just one gaze and I am not going to fight it. Her innocence and sweetness, a challenge to see how fast I can corrupt her. My hands are making work with her shirt, when I hear the rumbling of little feet and my name being called.

  Shit. I forgot the time. Lowering her legs, I look at her glowing face and glassy eyes, and feel more than proud that I was able to do this to her. Kissing her lips, I pull her shirt down. “Come down after you fix your hair, baby.” She nods, not able to look at me. Even that makes me feel powerful. Who am I right now? I barely make it to the landing downstairs before the lights of my life jump in my arms.

  “Daddy!” My little princess squeals. “Where were you?” Carrying her over to the breakfast bar, I hold my son by his shoulder and seat them both. This conversation needs finesse. I have not had a woman in this house other than their last nanny, since I hired her. Suddenly, I am nervous about how they are going to take this.

  “You two know that Lucy is no longer working with us. I had to find you another nanny. I found one and she is going to be living with us now. Along with her little sister.” I look at both of them trying to determine what they are feeling.

  “Little sister? Is she a little like me?” I laugh, shaking my head. Should have known that would be what Rai would zero in on first.

  “No Princess. She is older than you. She is a teenager.” I can see her brain pondering how to make this beneficial to her. My little girl is sweet, don’t get me wrong, but much like me and her mother, she looks of the chinks in people’s armor. Finding ways to turn things to her advantage. Not that I blame her. As a producer, this is how you save money. But for my little Princess, well, let’s just say I keep my eye on her.

  “So why do they have to stay here? Lucy didn’t live with us?” My son. The details keeper. For as long as I can remember he has been serious. Everything for him is a puzzle. Something to figure out, dissect and get to the bottom of. What can I say? He takes after his father. But what am I going to say to him? Your dad has lost his mind. I had no choice? From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was destined to be mine? I can’t say any of that, so I go with the next best thing.

  “She lives further than Lucy. So, in order to make sure she can make it on time, this was the best option. Now, she will be down in a second. I expect you to be on your best behavior. Understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I kiss them both. While we are waiting for her to enter the kitchen, I begin prepping for dinner. When they were first born, Karinna had a housekeeper, a cook and a nanny. I found it all ridiculous, but whatever. The minute I put her out, I fired everyone except the nanny. I couldn’t stand having all those people in my house. My mother taught me how to cook at an early age. She was a stay at home mom on the farm my family owned, with me and brother. My father was a
n entertainment attorney, so she didn’t have to work. Though we had more than enough money to live in the city, in some big fancy house, my dad felt that we would be more well-rounded, if we had responsibilities. Daily. So, he bought a farm when we were really little and that is where we lived. He traveled back and forth to the city every day, to make sure we had everything we needed, but didn’t become spoiled. She used to pick my brother and I up from school and sit us in the kitchen with her, making us help her peel potatoes, or cut meat or anything. She used to ask us about our day, talk to us about hers and then she would always say, “make sure you are paying attention. A real man can not only afford to feed his family but knows how to feed them as well.”

  I remember when I was old enough to know what that meant, one day at an outing we had as a family, I asked my father if he knew how to do that? He simply looked at my mother, quirked his eyebrow up. I turned to look at her, and noticed she had her mouth covered with a napkin trying to hide her giggle. I didn’t really know what the joke was. But to my surprise, my father put us in the car immediately, drove us home and proceeded to make a three-course meal. To say I was dumbfounded is an understatement. I had no idea he could boil water. Let alone cook. It was then and there I began taking my mom's cooking lessons seriously. Thus, when I fired the cook, I began cooking for my own damn kids.

  I am just about to cut the potatoes, when Delta and River emerge. I don’t move initially, just taking in how much she fits in my surroundings. Even as she stands there, fidgeting and nervous, I can’t help but acknowledge that something about her is just…right. The kids must hear them come down as well, because they saunter into the kitchen curious and very serious.