Chapter 50
Brittany's Pov
Finally our jet landed at JFK.
During the flight, I'd reviewed all the plans I'd written in my diary, while I sipped champagne and imagined Adrian's face when everything finally fell apart.
Firstly the public would know she's a stripper and w***e nannying a three year old baby.
My phone was ringing nonstop before I entered the jet. I heard it but I'd decided not to answer it. Airplane mode was my escape-no calls, no distractions. Just me and my next move.
When we stopped near the private terminal, I turned the phone back on.
Seventeen missed calls. All from Thomas.
Thomas doesn't know when to call and when to stop calling. I sighed.
Once I got into the Mercedes, I called him back-only to stop his endless calls, not because I wanted to talk.
He picked u
