Tessa Netting Broadway Novels & Stories

I asked as I walked about the event hall, putting things in order. “Yes ma'am, they are on all of it and it's all set for tomorrow,” Tessa said. “Okay,” I said as I still looked around to be certain everything was in order. “Now that you are the CEO of your father's company makes every—” Tessa got cut off by me. “Please can I have that lighting more focused at the center of the stage?” I said at the top of my voice to the tech guys fixing up the stage as they were quite further from me.

But can't make out their faces. I look back to the stage to see Tess is dancing at the moment she's wearing a bra and thong. One thing I'm happy about is that I don't have to get naked I just have to dance around the pole. The girls only get naked when they are booked for private shows but I won't have to because my target will be passed out by that time .

Before I could respond, Tessa pops out of nowhere. “Ohh hi Andreas, fancy seeing you here.” She said in the most fakest suprised tone I’ve ever heard. So that’s how mirella got here. it’s obvious Tessa knew I’d be here, this was an investors gala for christs sake. I guess she didn’t run that by her bestie, playing matchmaker I see. And I for one was not against it. I gave her a bored but knowing look. “Should I give you guys some privacy or.” She says with a mischievous smile.

Tessa’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor of Gabriel’s apartment building. She was wearing a tight red dress that showed off her figure, her long hair falling in waves over her shoulders. She looked confident, like a queen entering her territory. But inside, her heart was racing. She was nervous. Nervous because she had a job to do, a task she had promised Gabriel. The money she had to collect from her father—Harrison Grey—was not just important; it was urgent. Gabriel had made it very clear: there was no time to waste.

The sentence stayed with her long after the conversation ended. The night of the auction arrived two weeks later. Paris glittered beneath a clear sky. The venue occupied a restored nineteenth century building overlooking the river. Elegant. Sophisticated. The sort of place that made people stand slightly straighter. Jessica hated it immediately. The champagne. The networking. The endless conversations disguised as business transactions. It all felt exhausting. Within fifteen minutes she was actively searching for an escape route. Unfortunately André found her first. "Stop hiding." "I'm not hiding."

… “We will now be having the producers of Southern Love up on stage.” At that moment, Tessy brought Luna up on stage. The producers began introducing the show. Then, Tessy smiled and said, “Hello, everyone, I’m Tessy Woods. I play the owner of a brothel.” The owner of a brothel? She made it sound nice, but she was really a pimp, wasn’t she? Even so, she had a new role, at least. Then, she heard Tessy say, “This is my daughter, Luna Woods. She’ll be making a special guest appearance in the show, and it’ll also be her screen debut. I hope all of you will support her.”

All our attention turned towards the lady of the night. Tessa arrived at the occasion with an exquisite gown looking at a princess with her crown placed on top of her hair. She wore diamond-plated necklaces and wristbands, and she strode majestically into the center of the room. All the guests started singing her birthday tunes and her face turned pink, blushing. Her mouth widened in awe as she browsed round to view the entire scenery. “This is breathtaking, brother. You truly went all out for me,” she said to me as she glanced through. I curved my lip slightly and embraced her affectionately.

I rolled my eyes, trying my hardest not to break into a smile, but I had to agree with her, the dress was simply divine and I would be a fool not to buy it. I reached into my blazer pocket and pulled out my card, then handed it over to the sales girl. “Check it in.” She nodded, ready to leave when Tessa appeared, passing her two boxes, one a pair of red Louboutin shoes and the other a diamond necklace with silver chain.” I opened my lips to argue, but she simply nodded, shushing me, “You deserve this, Bridgette. Just pamper yourself.” I hesitated for a moment longer, before reluctantly nodding, Tessa squealed, basking in her happiness, but before we could set out, my phone rang.

The handle of the door rattled slightly. Tessa’s eyes widened. She whispered sharply, “Quick— act natural!” Ayisha blinked. “What do you mean act natural?” “Like you’re comforting a sick friend, not laughing at her pretending to be sick!” “Oh my God…” “Shh!” Tessa immediately reclined on the bed, throwing her head back against the pillow, closing her eyes halfway, her lips parting as though she was in pain. She adjusted her breathing to something shallow and slow. The transformation was instantaneous, the actress in her took the stage.

Zara's POV I removed the flash drive and tucked it beneath the drawer in my closet before entering the master bedroom where Nico and Tessa were waiting. Nico was adjusting the last strand of my hair while Tessa, ever the multitasker, filmed content for the media. “Tessa,” I said, meeting her eyes through the mirror, she paused the video. “When the red carpet’s over and the event has been going for at least an hour, have security clear out every photographer. No phones, no cameras. Not even from the guests. Do you understand me?”