Until You Can T Brittney Sahin Novels & Stories

The girl in front of me—Brittany Rae Lynn, cheer captain, ponytail so high it could pick up a satellite—turned around. “Love the hoodie. Hollister?” “Thrift store in Nashville. Five bucks.” She blinked like I’d spoken Martian. “Cute. I’m Brittany. Captain of freshman cheer. You should try out.” I gave her the smile Mom calls my “public polite.” “I fall off moving objects for fun. Not sure that’s cheer material.”

It’s perfectly round like my grandfather, so shaving it is a choice but a good look. Britt is 5 foot 5 in heels, but today she is 5 foot 2 in flats. She has raven hair deep brown eyes, and lightly tan skin. She also knows how to cut me in half with a look. I have never been scared of any woman other than my mother. Then I met Britt and I will do anything she tells me to. Britt and I stand with our arms around each other. I feel Mom staring at us.

I move my fingertip in a circular motion over my clit for only a moment or two before the climax hits. “Oh, Daddy!” I cry, thinking of Micah, then slip a finger into myself and then another. A few hours later, I’m on my knees by the coffee table at Tiffany’s house. We all roll dice, turn a spinner, move gameboard pieces and laugh like crazy. It really feels like we’re all little girls again, and the strangest thing about it all is that I know the three women I’m with are powerhouses. Brittney works for a senator, and she’s so good at her job that he lets her work from home.

He wasn't a morning person; if he was here at six-thirty, it meant something was bleeding online. "You're going to want to see this," he said, tone flat, eyes heavy with the grim amusement of someone who'd watched this pattern unfold too many times. I didn't need to ask what "this" was. Bad news always travelled fast. It had a specific gravity, a way of pulling everything else toward it. The video was short, barely three minutes. Lillie Hart was sitting in what looked like her apartment, her lips painted bright red, and her eyes sharp with smug satisfaction.

“And yet, here you are—still listening.” Julia exhaled shakily. “You’ve got five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t hang up.” “Because I’ve got a plan,” Britney said smoothly, pacing across the suite. The click of her heels echoed against the marble floor. “A way to stop this before it goes too far. Richard’s about to marry her next week, make everything official. But what if…” She paused, her voice turning syrupy, deadly. “What if someone else walks down that aisle instead?”

When we both shook our heads, Izzy continued, "They had a falling out, a big one. You know how close they both were. People think it's about a guy, but I actually heard it's drama involving Mr. Patrick. Apparently, Mr. Patrick had been banging both of them, and they just found out. They had a huge fight about it, and bam, broken friendship. Sarah has been posting not-so-cryptic messages on social media about bad friends and trust being broken." "Yikes, that's sad," Emma said. "Mr. Patrick is utterly repulsive; I hope he faces consequences," I remarked. "Oh, he will, sooner or later," Izzy assured. The nail technicians signaled the completion of their work, and we took a moment to admire our

His head bobs frantically. "Anything. Take whatever you want." "Thank you." I mean it, too. Fear has succeeded where money failed. He crawls out of the booth into the rain, slamming the door behind him. The monitors occupy the entire wall behind his desk. I lower myself into the chair and punch in the date and time, setting the footage to 4x speed. Families. Truck drivers. Students. Holidaymakers. Hundreds of faces moving through the station without consequence. I see her. Baseball cap pulled low over her eyes, backpack hanging from one shoulder.

Not this time. Not when it involved Britney.

With that in mind, he started the engine of his car and drove away. Needless to say, Bridgette and her team lost the competition, and rumors spread like wildfire that Bridgette tried to seduce one of the Board of Directors but was caught, thus the commotion in front of their booth. Hinari tried to explain Bridgette’s side to everyone inside the conference room where all the judges were present except for Terrence, but despite Hinari exhausting every possible explanation she could give, they wanted Bridgette’s team out of the convention. She will also be banned from attending future events and will be blacklisted from all fashion-related businesses. All those efforts and sacrifices went down