Brittany Beckett Novels & Stories

Jade's POV The week flew by without any advancements made in my 'seduce my brother's best friend' plan so I guess it was time to give up and find someone else, maybe Connor has a big package though he probably doesn't, well I'll find out at the party tonight. I curled my hair and put on a short, satin, navy blue dress that had a slit just right on my thigh, I don't really know how to apply make-up so I put on a little mascara and some clear lip gloss. I wore black boot heels and put on a matching black leather jacket then, went downstairs, passing Jonathan and Blake on the way to the door. "Whoa whoa whoa," he stopped me, "where the hell do you think you're going with that," he pointed at my

Brittany was the one who almost died from the overdose hypnotics, so, what the fuck was she trying to say? She sniffled back the tears I didn't realize were already falling from her eyes. “Seems like you don't believe me at all. So I've got proof to back all I've just said.” True to her words, she played some video on her phone that left me bewildered and in more confused state. “What is this supposed to mean?” I asked to be certain that I was seeing clearly, but she didn't reply instead, gave me a clearer view of the video. The videos were CCTV footage that visibly showed Brittany walked into the club on her will, even smiling with him as they got down from a taxi.

I muttered, but I was already pushing myself towards them, legs steadier than they had any right to be. Brittiny’s eyes flicked to me, a slow, knowing smile curving her glossy lips. She was wearing this tight little red dress that hugged every curve like it was painted on, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. She’d always been hot in that effortless, doesn’t-give-a-fuck way. Perhaps it’s exactly the type of distraction I need right now. “Well?” she purred, tilting her head as she looked between us. “I don’t mind sharing the spotlight. Especially if it’s with Ethan Hawk. Heard you’ve been… stressed lately.”

Screaming. In the afternoon, the door opened without a knock. It was Petra. She was an older woman with gray hair and a very loud voice. She had a loaf of bread in her arms. "You look like death," Petra said. She put the bread on my table. "Eat. You’re getting skinny. Men don't like bones, Senna." "I’m not looking for a man, Petra," I said. I took a piece of bread. It was still warm. "I have too many patients."

“And I need to verify whatever you’re claiming actually exists before anyone agrees to anything.” “Fair enough.” Brittany stood, smoothing her skirt with the same composed elegance she’d walked in with, though something uncertain lingered in her posture now. “You have my number. I’d encourage you not to wait too long to decide. I don’t intend to stay in this city much longer, one way or another.” She left without another word, and I sat there staring at the door, Xavier’s hand tightening around mine. “Do you believe her?” he asked. “About the video?”

Brittany handed the laptop over to her before joining me on the bed with her arms crossed and puffed up red cheeks. Isabella typed furiously for what seemed like hours yet it seemed like a few minutes before she said it's done. I thanked her before she left and Brittany hogged the laptop again. "Hey check this out" she said and I walked over to her. "She had a damn password to save a few videos" well that is odd. "guess she has a video of herself being a slut" she mused as I clicked on the first video curiously. What I discovered shocked me to the core. I wasn't expecting this.

She bit her lip and reluctantly nodded. I smiled and thanked her as I positioned near the microphone. “Mic test, mic test.” I started. “Hello everyone. This is Nero Nicholas Bennett of the Beach House Chain of Resorts and Hotels. I am speaking as of the moment to call the attention of my girlfriend, Miss Kinsella Annabelle Sloane. Baby, are you here?”

She asked confusedly. "I'm nobody, he treated me badly. I mean not that bad but.. just bad." "How's his family?" "They're all very heartwarming." I said and Becca turned silent. "You okay?" "Yeah, I guess so.. I just need to act for another 364 days and then I'm done." I sighed. "Find a cute guy.. have a date or something." "I'm not interested, I really don't want to date anyone." I said and she sighed.

Her gaze was fixated on nothing out the dirty window as she concentrated on breathing in and out. What is it that I'm supposed to be doing again? She asked herself as she stood at the cracked laminated counter. Oh, right, coffee. She looked back at him over her shoulder to see if he'd caught her little lapse. Big mistake! His muscles moved as he reached in and out of the bags, like some kind of well-orchestrated dance. And his ass did things to jeans that she was pretty sure were illegal in small towns like Silver Springs.