All Chapters of A Stripper's Nightmare: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Brandon's POVLately, I've been having this strong urge to impress Danielle, and I just didn't know why. Maybe it was because of the fact that she had been ignoring so many red flags, just to be with me. It was like I was strangely becoming used to having her around, and I wanted to do everything possible to make her stay.I admit I could be a dick sometimes, but there was just something about her that made me want to be... better? I didn't really know what was going on with me, but I knew it all had something to do with her.Her bright, hazel eyes and radiant smile, the way the tendrils of her beautiful, brown hair, cascaded down her face, the sound of her laughter and giggles, as she sat across from me at the table reserved for us. They were a few other people in the restaurant with us, but somehow, they all seemed to be lost in my peripheral vision. Danielle was my main focus, and I stared at her unabashedly. I got her the sexy, evening gown she was putting on, but I still couldn'

Danielle's POVThe tweeting and chirping of morning birds, as they flew around in the backyard, greeted my ears. I let out a content sigh, rolling around on the large, soft bed. A familiar, sweet, masculine scent hit me, and that was when I realized that something was odd. I don't usually hear morning birds from my room, neither does it smell like a male's cologne. My eyes fluttered open, and I sat up on the bed almost immediately.I was in Brandon's room, and a frown slowly formed on my face, as I thought hard about how I got here. Looking down at the dress on my body, it all began to make sense. I must have fallen asleep in his car, and he probably had to carry me.I quickly rushed to take a look at myself in the mirror, and I almost cussed at my reflection. Gosh! My hair was a mess.The door suddenly opened, and I was relieved to see Anissa walking in with a tray of food in her hand, smiling at me."Good morning, Danielle!" She greeted, as I walked up to her. I was beyond embarrass

Brandon's POVI was sure my mother said something to her; something that had gotten her really upset, and made her avoid me for days."What did you tell her?" I had shouted at mother, who just seemed to be oddly calm.For a moment, I wasn't seeing the selfish, drug addicted mother I knew her to be. She seemed to have changed, but maybe it was all part of her plan to come back into my life. I was never going to let her in again!"What did you fucking tell her?" I yelled, desperate to know what got Danielle really upset. She wouldn't even look me in the eyes, and I was loosing my mind."You care about her." She smiled, looking me in the eyes."Heck, you even love her!" "Mother, that hasn't answered my question." I growled."What I did to you, it made you lock up your heart to people around. At least, I know now, that you are in good hands." I didn't understand why she was speaking this way. I wanted to keep on yelling, and be mad at her, but her calm demeanor made it impossible for me

[A/N: A little Insight Into Danielle's mother's death. Enjoy!]Danielle's POV"Hey, little nugget!" I called out to my baby brother, as he stood in front of an ice cream shop. He was only three, and he already had some serious obsession over ice cream.As soon as he saw me, his little feet started to scamper into the opposite direction, making me let out a sigh of frustration."Come on, Ollie! Mom and dad will be looking for us." I whined, as I ran after him."Cweem!!!" He shrieked, as I picked him off the ground, attracting stares from people around.I just turned eighteen, and I haven't got a job, but I've had to spend a chunk of my pocket money to satisfy Oliver's ice cream cravings tonight. I guess Oliver must always want more, as they say.Mom and dad had brought us to this amusement park to have some fun, and celebrate their anniversary, but I've been stuck looking after my little brother, while they played date night."I don't have anymore money for cweem, young man!" I snapped

Danielle's POV"Brandon...stop!" I groaned, as Brandon assaulted the base of my neck with sensual kisses and hickeys."Not when you're looking this good." He mumbled against my ear, tracing the outer part with the tip of his tongue, and sending pleasurable shivers down my spine.His mother's funeral was only about a week ago, but here we were, fucking each other, over and over again. We had been at it for days now, and Brandon doesn't ever seem to get enough. Not like I was complaining, but I was literally trying to study for my upcoming exams.He slipped his hand up the short gown I was putting on, reaching for my breasts and squeezing them playfully."You know... Carlos told me of your conversation with my uncle, the other day." He said, his hands still playing with my breasts. I found it difficult to focus on his words. I found it difficult to focus on anything."He did?" I asked him absentmindedly, as the pen I'd been writing with, suddenly fell off my hand."I was told you scold