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Brittany fished out a key from her pocket and turned to me. “Wait here,” she said firmly. I blinked. “Wait…outside?” “Yes. You’re not allowed in this room.” “Why?” My curiosity surged instantly. “What’s in there?” She hesitated for a second too long, then replied, “Daisy’s personal things. Old stuff from before the incident. Mr. Oliver’s orders.” I bit back my argument and crossed my arms. “And you’re just going to leave me out here?” Brittany offered a small smile. “I’ll only be a few minutes. Try not to let your imagination run wild.”

No one steals my food without me going all Ninja! "He didn't come?" Brittany's voice came from behind me. I turned and saw her entering the room with a bunch of papers in her hand. Her zipper hanging on her shoulder. I snorted. "Obviously not and if he doesn't come in the next 5 minutes, I am personally going snap his neck in two." She grinned. "Oh yeah? You can barely snap a twig in two." I glared at her. "I can." She rolled her eyes as she put the papers on a table. "He's probably reluctant because you are a girl."

I smirked " this facetime shit of yours is boring, alright bring her here, and your ass better be back in 3 hours or I'm calling your wife!" she threatened " aight aight, be there shortly " I said. I seriously have a meeting with a lady called Shamika Williams, im a business man what I do? I buy and sell houses, estates,apartments etc " Britt get your stuff we going to nana's house " I yelled coz Brittney was upstairs in her room

Please tell me it’s some stupid frat nickname they got in college and it’s just an inside joke. He doesn’t reply, just turns his head and looks back towards the house, slowly sliding his hands in his pockets. Right, all the useless true crime info i’ve collected over the years really needs to come in handy right now. What was that one book I read? About listening to your fear and it’s never wrong. I mean, the premise is great Mr Clever Author, but in practice, what if you're being led by your three year sex dry spell hmmm? What then?

“It's fine, I just want to resolve it.” Brittany rose up from her seat and headed to the couch where Cara joined her, and they soon began to chat. I still sat rooted to that seat, in my own little bubble, just barely swallowing the tasteless breakfast eventually when Brittany's voice burst right into my bubble, sharp, and their voices were now more audible. “Hey, Amelia? Wanna hear everything?” Brittany's smile was enchanting, like she knew I couldn't mind my business to save my soul. “Yes please.” I nodded vigorously, my mouth wide.

Roman The cabin lights were dim, casting a soft golden glow over the jet's sleek interior. I sat reclined in the wide leather seat, my laptop open in front of me, the screen filled with charts, numbers, and projections I had read twice already. The numbers were good. Better than good. My return to New York was set to make waves. Still, my focus was scattered. A quiet chime came from my phone. I glanced down. VelvetMistress is live.

I found that it was easier to break her after a few days of silence because her walls were down. I walked into the living room where she was talking with a few of the maids. “I need a moment alone with Brittany.” She stilled and I saw her eyes widen in panic. She grasped onto someone’s arm in alarm but the maid carefully let go of her. Once we were alone, Brittany turned to me but her eyes didn’t hold anger or hatred, it held resignation. She put the book she was holding down on the dresser and turned to me. “I should have known it was too good to be true,” she whispered more to herself than to me. “What do you want from me, Blake?”

Priya laughed, slapping her knees as she did. I decided to tell them about the encounter before they heard it from Lucien. Brittany frowned slightly with a teasing look on her face. I could see the mischievous glint in her eyes and I knew she was about to harass Priya. “You would pay to watch Daisy have sex?” She whispered. Priya stopped, her eyes wide like saucers as she heard the words fly out of Brittany’s mouth. “What, ewwwww no,” she spluttered, shuddering at the thought.

Brittany looked left and right as she walked into the moonshine mansion. She was ready to execute her plan of kidnapping Yvonne for Jude. All she needed to do was get her to Jude's hideout so the rogue prince, Jude could easily kill her. As Brittany made her way through the dimly lit hallways of the mansion, She couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that clung to her like a second skin. She knew the dangers that came with working for Jude, but the promise of wealth and power was too tempting to resist.

Instead he kept Weston's wife alive and didn't hurt her at all. “You killed Weston and those people viciously. You're a monster!" “They deserve it, Lexie. They were all evil monsters who had corrupted an innocent woman like Teressa. Even now you're spoiled after Rafe fucked you." “Brittany and I are different. You can't even use an excuse like that to justify your actions. After all, Brittany is no longer a little girl who can't make her own choices. She's the one who chose to be with Rafe and turned into a cheap woman like you said."