Dee never thought she'd have the wedding of her dreams. She was a stripper. She dated her bartender boyfriend for years without any indication that he was going to marry her. At some stage, Dee had given up on her dream and was satisfied with having Rocco as her boyfriend for life. Months back she even dreaded the thought that Rocco had lost interest in their romance, as they were seeking for a third. But when Rockford came and perfected their relationship she dared to dream again. Fast forward her life two months later, she was putting on her wedding dress. Dee was four months pregnant. She was showing the cutest baby bump, but there she was in a beautiful wedding dress, looking perfect for their wedding reception.A few hours earlier she and Rocco had been declared as a husband and wife in the city hall. Rockford was there, and also her besties from Babes while their newer friends were waiting for their union, all three of them at the Markov Mansion.Bree, Charlotte, Cassidy, and
Seven months later...Dee seemed to remember on her wedding night when she said that she couldn't wait to welcome their baby into the world. But as she was in labor, all memory of the sweet dreamy thoughts of welcoming their baby was instantly gone. She was cursing and yelling, telling her Rocco that she was so ready to go home and sleep it off. "I have been having contractions for eight hours, don't tell me to fucking relax! And where is Rockford?! Is this baby not important enough for him to be present?! Give me the phone, Rocco! I said give me the damn PHONE!" Dee yelled and her husband winced. This was not expected.Dee had heard labor nightmares from her friends, but since she had a very chillax pregnancy, she'd assumed that the baby would give her easy labor too. And damn...she couldn't be more wrong. "Rockford, where are you? I need my husbands here! I am not delivering this baby without you! I don't fucking care you're in the middle of the desert. Get someone to airlift you
Strange things had happened she thought. But when her car suddenly ran out of gas in front of what looked like a strip club, Bree didn't want to take it as a sign. She needed a real job, the single mom has two more hours before she has to pick up Hazel from daycare."Missy, you can't park here," the big man with a thick mustache that looked like it was making a comeback from the seventies warned Bree."I don't intend to, it ran out of gas, I..." Bree pressed down the window button to let the man hear her better."Well, you can park it here," the man cut her words and repeated his statement with a stronger volume as if Bree didn't hear him the first time around.Oh god... she said on the inside.Suddenly all the stress from the last couple of days came rushing down, her chest heaved and her eyes started to get blurry.Oh god, not now... her inner voice once again replays the words."Dude, Elvis, it's not even noon and you're making a beautiful woman cry already. Not cool man..." a man w
Bree had spent the whole morning with Hazel before she dropped her off at the daycare. Then she spent over two hours at her lawyer's office wanting to push her cheating ex-husband into paying her full alimony and child support. But then she was hit with new demand, her ex wanted joint custody should she ask for child support. "But that's not what the outcome of the divorce settlement is, it's all written on paper how can he do this?" but Bree knows there's nothing her sleazy husband wouldn't do to make sure she didn't get anything from him. The small amount of alimony barely covered all her basic needs and all her friends had shunned her when she was portrayed as an incompetent wife who couldn't keep her husband from straying. The money she kept from her parents' inheritance had almost gone for paying her unqualified lawyers when she went up against her ex-husband, Everett. The moment she reached her car she almost had a panic attack, her chest was heavy, and she had a hard ti
Since Bree got back from Babes and picked up Hazel from the daycare her mind was a bit at ease knowing that she'll be having a supposedly lucrative job. It made her want to start shaking her ass and pay all her bills. Next on her list was finding a better apartment for Hazel and herself since she was a bit worried every time she looked at the black stain on the living room ceiling. Hazel is a healthy four-year-old toddler and Bree intended to keep her that way. They were having their breakfast before she was scheduled to take her to the daycare. Bree already asked Mrs. Mancini to babysit Hazel again tonight. Bree really needs to find a way for her kid to have someone take care of her every night. For the time being, she told Mrs. Mancini, that she got a waitressing job at a bar, filling out the excuse for her to leave Hazel with Mrs. Mancini every night. But Bree wanted a better option, thinking she should let go of the daycare since she's not going to start working until five in t
Bree had to remember the two videos before she rested her backpack on the chair and moved closer to her future boss. He had shifted to the sofa for her to have a proper space for the dance. She was glad that she was wearing her skirt and top instead of her skinny jeans. And she still kept her distance while he scrolled his phone and connected it to the Bluetooth surround system he had installed in his office. Her smile widens when she lets the rhythm of 'Familiar by Liam Payne' thump the baseline, and Bree starts moving her hips, swinging to the beats. She dipped low, her hands wrapped around her body, she twirled seductively and looked at him lazily. Her eyes hooded while she slowly unbuttoned her top. Bree smiled at him, biting her lower lip when she stepped between his legs and lower her chest teasing him the second her top was off and she offered him her bra-covered tits. The thought of doing this was millions of miles away, but there she was, moving erotically teasing the hands
Gage watched Bree from his office window, he should've gone home by now but his eyes were still fixed on the new girl. She's too beautiful to be wearing lingerie and dancing for strangers. But he didn't want to scare her away by trying to have her for himself. He had a feeling she was still too fresh from her divorce. Bree was building her life back up and he didn't want to discourage her effort. He knows he's not perfect and after his lovely wife, he didn't even know if he was strong enough for a relationship. Gage rolled up his sleeves, put his suit jacket on the crook of his arm then looked at his gold wristwatch showing him it was already one in the morning. The boss man decided to come out of hiding and go back home. But Rocco greeted him and invited him for a glass of scotch, he agreed thinking the man had something on his mind. "I heard that she did the interview." The bartender emphasized the word interview with a hint of a smile on his face. Gage knows that the girls t
Last night was definitely a new experience for Bree, though she couldn't stop the feeling that she was being watched. She did think maybe Gage was the one who watches her, but then Rocco said the boss man was telling him that since it's Bree's first week they will all keep an eye on her. "Gage thinks it's your girl next door type of look, he didn't want you to be taken advantage of." Rocco shrugged while giving Bree a glass of water when she was on her break from dancing. Jade and Bree also talked last night, they exchanged phone numbers and she invited her over to Jade's apartment before they start working today. Bree was happy to know that Jade actually lives five blocks away from her crappy apartment. But first thing first, she was going to take Hazel to buy a new toy. Yep, Bree made a hundred dollars last night minus her expenses, yeah, she actually gets to bring money home on her first day. Jojo had reminded her to pay the house fee and tips for the bartender and security, and