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4

Ch4

"No shit!" Tiffany Walters shrieked, making Brianna cringe with surprise. "You had sex with the Brooks Kennedy after the award's show? How the hell did you manage to pull that one off? And more importantly, why am I just now finding out about it?"

"Would you be quiet? Daddy might hear you!" Brianna leaned in and whispered fiercely toward her stepmother's overly made-up face. As naturally pretty as Tiffany was, she loved to cover it up with twenty pounds of Clinque, causing her to look much older than her twenty-five years -- something Brianna knew she could never say out loud. God, her father's fourth wife could be so aggravating sometimes, just as annoying as some of her high school friends.

"You need to tell me every last detail, Brianna! I cannot believe you lost your virginity to a pop-star!"

Brianna leaned back into the plush, leather couch and rewarded Tiffany with a smug smile. She had to admit, choosing Brooks to have sex with for her very first time was ingenious. Not only was he unbelievably hot, he was mega famous, too. How would she ever be able to top sleeping with the lead singer of one of the hottest boy bands in the world?

"Did you -- you know -- enjoy it?" Tiffany asked with a raised eyebrow.

"If you mean, 'did I have an orgasm', then yes, I did -- I think," Brianna admitted, giving the long-haired, bleached-blonde a satisfied grin.

"Oh my God! I do not believe this!" Tiffany exclaimed in obvious awe. She fanned her face with one manicured hand in an apparent attempt to cool off.  "You have amazing luck, that's all I can say."

"It's not luck at all," Brianna bragged. "Brooks actually likes me. He's supposed to call today."

"You've got to be kidding me!" her stepmother gasped, bright eyes wide as saucers. "But what about your father?"

"What about my father?" Brianna challenged. "He's never going to know because he's never going to find out."

Tiffany rolled her baby-blues and flashed a skeptical smirk. "Yeah, that's exactly what you said about the last one, remember? Poor Anthony Agosti hasn't even worked in this town since your father found the two of you making out in the pool house," she accused, referring to the young theater star who's budding career was killed by Brianna's irate father. She'd been horrified when her father had walked in on the two of them getting cozy together after a late evening swim. He'd threatened to end Anthony's career for trying to "molest" his daughter, and had done exactly that. Anthony was forced to move back home to New Jersey and back in with his parents. He had never called her again.

"This is different," Brianna urged, tossing wavy honey-colored hair over one shoulder with conviction. "This is Brooks Kennedy we're talking about. There's no way I'm going to let Daddy ruin this for me. I'm seventeen-years-old, old enough to have a boyfriend, that's for sure. And if Daddy doesn't like it, than oh well! He is so not the boss of me--I'm practically an adult!"

"Well," Tiffany began wisely, "He is sort of the boss of you. You're a minor and he's your father, plus you live under his roof. I'm afraid he still has total control over you and your actions until you turn eighteen."

"Not if I divorce him," Brianna answered back dramatically. She'd never actually thought about it before, but why not?

"What?! You can't divorce your father!"

Brianna rolled her eyes again. Seriously, Tiffany could be so dense sometimes. "Yes, I can. It's called emancipation, and I'm sure I could find a lawyer willing to help me."

Tiffany twisted a chunk of white-blonde hair around a perfectly polished finger. "And how do you think you'll survive on your own if you become emancipated from your father?" she questioned pompously. "If you think he'll continue to give you money and support your shopping addiction you better think again! You'd be cut off faster than a fat kid chasing an ice cream truck. And you can say goodbye to that pretty, red Ferrari."