Brittney Atwood Hot Novels & Stories

Zoe looked across the table at Kourtney and smiled, "So, Grandma. You haven't introduced me to this girl with such an outstanding temperament? She is your pupil, Miss Kourtney, right?" "Yes, she is my student, Kourtney." "Hello." "Hello!" Zoe turned back to Brittany, "What famous lady is this young lady and why haven't I seen her before?" Brittany was a little disgusted, she wasn't a celebrity. "Hello Ms. Zoe, I'm Brittany!" Zoe looked down and smiled softly, "So it's Ms. Brittany, I heard Ryan mention you earlier." Brittany gasped and almost spit out blood as she thought to herself, "What? Ryan mentioned me to her. When? They're so close?" She couldn't manage her expression and looked at Zo

I said, laughing softly, “but you and Bradley?” I shook my head, grinning. “You two are it. Like… super married. You’re gonna be like, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Couple goals.” Brittany snorted, rolling her eyes. “Please,” she said. “Not them. He was better with Jennifer Aniston.” I laughed. “Okay, whatever,” I teased. “Still you and Bradley.” We both laughed, sitting cross-legged on the floor, painting each other’s nails. Cheap polish.

Brianna asked as she still couldn't trust her just yet. “I'm Britney!” The lady took off her glasses to reveal a beautiful face yet a cold and evil expression “And I can assure you that I hate her.” “Great! Happy to know someone hates her too.” Brianna rolled her eyes as she was fed up of being the only one against Rory Mason. “Yes, and just like you,” Britney pointed to her chest. “I want her dead!”

Then, I watched as everyone started to cheer for Kade to take a shot. “Shot shot shot,” they were all chanting. Brittany blushed and laughed as she sat up on the table, her skimpy dress parting slightly in the middle to reveal her toned belly, her legs parting before him. He stood in front of her, his eyes fixed on her face as someone else approached them, pouring some alcohol into her belly button. It was a belly shot; I’ve only heard of those happening, never seeing one in real life.

The tennis court burned under the late afternoon sun, the score tied in the final set of the mixed-doubles exhibition match. Riley Bennett wiped sweat from her brow, her athletic body glistening, long, toned legs, firm ass and sports bra hugging her full breasts. At twenty-five, she was a rising star: fast, fierce, and competitive as hell.

“Big sis!” Here he was, trying to flirt, and Nylah had dragged him out. Now, they ran into Britney… If the boss found out about this, things would be a mess! Britney was 168 cm tall, with a proportional body, while Nylah was at least 175 cm. Her curvy figure was dressed in a loose casual coat. Even though Britney wore 8 cm heels, she only managed to match Nylah’s height, who wore casual flat shoes.

“Is that—wait, is that Nate Cooper? Are you two meeting up? Are you back together?” “No,” I said sharply. “We are not—” “Because there’s this whole thing online about you guys, and everyone’s been saying—” “We are NOT together. Please stop filming me.” She did not stop filming me. She took a step closer instead, pivoting the phone to catch Nate’s face over my shoulder. He had gone rigid behind me, one hand braced against the roof of the car next to mine, too close again without even realizing it. “Can I just ask one question?” the woman said breathlessly. “Just one quick one. How does it feel to be an Atwood? Like, what’s it LIKE? Because your brother Eric is, like—”

She was the most talked about celebrity for days, Tess and Ruben made sure to pay the appropriate sites to make news of Brittany trend on the top searches. Her good days came to an end overnight and it all dawned on her. It was over, all of it. Her bright days was plunged to darkness within a few seconds and public opinion which she loved the most turned against her.

Brittany bends down and picks her up, “Lets go sit down and you can show your favorite aunt that pony book.” Hailey giggles, “You’re my only aunt, Aunt Britt.” “That’s why I’m your favorite.” I smiled as I watched them walk back to the booth, and then my eyes met Adrian’s. He is looking at me in a carnal way, making me feel tingly inside. Damn it, Brittany. You were right. The way his eyes are raking my body, I know the old, pervert Adrian will be making an appearance in the very near future. Good.

“Hey, buddy,” Tony says while patting my back. “Hey, where’s Brittney? I have a little something for her.” I say as I stretch a bottle of vintage wine. “A Vitnipa 1906 bottle? I'm jealous.” Brittney strolls out in an army green dress, looking prettier than ever. “Is that Baker’s voice I hear?” “It sure is. Pregnant and glowing, I like.” “Hey, her husband is right here, in case you forgot.” Tony yells from the kitchen.