Babes Stripping For Love

“You will not get out of bed unless to go to the bathroom and for meals.” Rowan planted a sweet kiss on her cheek. The man was dressed in his working attire. He needed to leave for his meeting, but he kept on coming back to tuck Cassidy under the covers.

“I will be fine, Mrs. Dawson will be here at nine, she was just running a bit late because you insist on her buying groceries for me when I told you that we can have them delivered like we usually do.”

“But I want them to be fresh, you’re in recovery…”

“Okay, enough said. You’re going to be late.” She shooed Rowan towards the door and giggled when he actually huffed like a petulant kid.

It was an hour later when Mrs. Dawson arrived at the house and she went straight to check up on Cassidy and was content to find her still resting.

The older woman called Rowan and told him that she was at the house and Cassidy was sleeping. “I’m going to get her breakfast ready and make sure she took her medication afterward.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Dawson, I really appreciate this.”

She smiled from the other line thinking she never found him putting this much effort towards caring for a woman before, not even with his ex. He was different with Cassidy, maybe it was the age gap she thought. But looking at Cassidy, she knows that the younger woman was way more mature than his ex-trophy-wife regardless of her age.

Yes, that was exactly what Heather was to him, Mrs. Dawson knew just by watching their interaction with each other. The was no love among them, very little care and comfort exchanged between them throughout their short married life.

It was noon when Cassidy’s friends Dee and Bree stopped by for lunch. Mrs. Dawson set them up by the second-floor family lounge so that Cassidy didn’t have to go downstairs.

“Oh, my god… Okay, I might re-think about getting myself an older man,” Dee whispered not so quietly when her eyes darted through the room as if she was inhaling all the fancy-ness hoping that it’ll reflect onto her future. Her two best friends giggled and Cassidy demand their intention with a loud clap of her palms making them groan.

“Are you kidding yourself? You love Rocco to death.” Cassidy said honestly, cause for as long as she knows Dee. The woman had seen her lovesick face and made her jealous every time.

“I do love him,” she sighed as if the thought of him made something heavy stir inside of her.

“Anyway, I almost lost it when a man picked up your phone telling me that you were in surgery. What the hell Cass?”

Cassidy smiled sheepishly telling them that she was sorry but the appendicitis was long ignored until it makes itself known. “I did give my phone to Rowan just in case my brothers call, I didn’t want them to worry. But he called them after I was out of surgery and told me that they’re going to visit this weekend.”

Rowan’s forward thinking in telling her brothers about her condition made her recognize the small little details that he had done for her and her little family, or what was left of them. He made her inside all gooey with feelings that she was afraid of.

Since losing her parents it was hard for her to get close to anyone, and now that she was feeling deeper affection toward Rowan, she was scared. Scared for her future. Scared of losing him. Cassidy didn’t want to start falling in love with someone, knowing that one day she could lose him too.

“Oh. My. God. You love him, don’t you?” Dee stared at her as she had finally found the lost unicorn.

“I do not.”

“You do too.” Bree giggled and hold her glass of water raising it for a toast. She clinked her glass with Dee in mischief, “To Cassidy and her silver fox.”

“To Cassidy and her Roo-Roo.” Dee teased and clinked her glass to Cassidy’s holding her hand, making sure her glass stayed still enough for her to toast with.

“We’re not calling him Roo-Roo, he’s not a kangaroo,” she rolled her eyes but there was definitely a smile on her face though she shook her head in disagreement.

“To Rowan,” Bree said clinking her glass one more time with two of her best friends.

“Alrighty… alright, enough about me. Tell me the latest club gossip and put me out of my misery.”

“Eat, and I’ll start stalking,” Dee said in between her bite of the steamed chicken and mashed potatoes. She was not convinced at first when she saw the lunch spread, but she did take a bite thinking she should respect Cassidy and eat the same comfort food as her because she was recuperating. But the taste melts through Dee’s tastebuds and she almost moans from the softness of the meals alone.

“Oh god, this is too good… I should start eating my lunch here.” She grinned and took another bite of the tender chicken meat.

“Please, you’re always welcome! I’ll be bored for the next couple of days, Rowan had me on bed rest. This is as much excitement I’ve had in days.”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Bree laughed, then the women laughed with her.

“Okay, so do you remember Sindy with an S?” Dee was too energized to share the latest scoop on the women at the club.

“Barely, she was new when Rowan yanked me out of the club.”

Bree giggled and Dee sighed dramatically.

“Anyway, this girl is so limber for her own good right? And do you remember her feet? I’ve heard horror stories about ballerinas but that was before I saw those toes.” Dee shuddered as if she was having a hard time reliving the image and it was my turn to give her a dramatic sigh.

“So she’s a ballerina?”

“Yeah, like the professional kind. Center stage kind.”

“Prima ballerina.” I corrected Dee.

“Yeah, that. Anyway,” Dee paused to moan after taking another bite. Bree was quiet beside her, munching away peacefully while listening to the conversation. “The prima ballerina had eyes on her like she was being watched, guarded. I mean dangerous men waited for her every closing hour. And Sindy went home with them. I was under strict order from Rocco not to mess with her.” Dee paused her words to give us the of-course-I’m-not-going-to-follow-his-order eyes.

“There was something about the prima stripper, she always declines lap dances. So I was glad to take her clients away from her. Who knew people have fetishes with ballerina figures? Anyway, yesterday one of those dangerous men in suits brought another man, he acted and looked like he was their boss, you know… he was acting all order-y to his minions. Oh, and the diamond-encrusted watch also tipped him off.”

Again she let out another moan after a bite. Cassidy shook her head and told Dee to swallow quickly and continue the story.

“So, with that bling watch, all I could see was getting more tips for rainy days, am I right?”

Bree and Cassidy nodded simultaneously, waiting in suspense though they really shouldn’t have.

“But before I could snatch the big boss for a private lap dance session, the prima was off the stage and led him into one of the VIP booths. I wanted to wait for something dramatic to happen, but then Rocco snapped his fingers telling me to cover for Sindy.”

Cassidy waited for the rest of the story when Dee raised her hands telling them to be quiet then took a big gulp of water before she continues.

“He fucking snapped his fingers at me, I tell you, that man is too comfortable with me. I should smack his ass more for snapping fingers at me in public.”

“Wait, does that means he snapped fingers at you in private? damn, Dee, you go girl.” Bree’s words were laced with mischief.

“Huh? That’s not the point here. It’s Sindy, we’re talking about Sindy…” Dee looked a bit flustered and they both laughed though Cassidy ended up holding her stomach for the stab of pain that follows. Luckily it was not that painful.

The women gossiped through dessert and coffee, then Bree and Dee went back with a promise to visit Cassidy again for lunch in a couple of more days.

Rowan arrived just in time for dinner, he freshen up before he joins Cassidy at the balcony where she asked Mrs. Dawson to set up before she went back home.

“You know, I feel bad about Mrs. Dawson. She had to stay longer just to serve me dinner when you can buy some takeout and serve it ourselves.”

Rowan lowered himself down to kiss her forehead. “She gets paid extra for staying longer, besides she loves you. She wanted to nurse you to health.”

“I know, but…”

“No buts, why don’t you ask her tomorrow? If she said okay, then I’ll nurse you to health myself, bring you dinner, and more.” Rowan teased, telling her he can be a sexy delivery guy, to which she giggled and let him usher her to the balcony to have their quiet romantic dinner on the balcony of the master bedroom.

Life couldn’t get better than this, both of them thought seconds after gazing at their dinner companion.