Brock’s Leading Lady – The Nanny Tales Read online ChaShiree M

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
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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.


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