After about thirty minutes on the road, which consisted of me being drowned in negative thoughts, Matt found a parking space by what seemed to be a bar, packed with people. The lit sign read "Websters," hung on a brick foundation. The smell of alcohol was prominent once I rolled my window down.
"A bar, Matt. Really?"
He turned off the car "Oh, c'mon Leslie. It will be fun. I used to come here when I actually did drink, and it has a great atmosphere. Plus, one of the best bars in Hollywood."
I sighed "Fine, but I'm not drinking more than one, two at the most."
"Great. Kai, wake up." Matt shook Kai's shoulder, which made him jolt up in surprise.
"Damn, man. Chill, will you?" He sa
I woke up in my room.The sight of the familiar paintings and warm bed covers made me feel even less horrible than I did before. I saw from the corner of my eye, a glass filled with water that was about half empty. Next to it, were a few tablets of aspirin and a box of Advil.The memory then came back to me. I really did throw up in front of Matt and Sebastian.Embarrassment was all I felt. I couldn't believe that I really did that, though everything after that I couldn't remember. Did I black out? Or did the sleep make me forget the aftermath?I looked on the bedside table and noticed my phone was sitting on top of it. It lit up every time it got a notification, which meant it lit up every three seconds.
I'll take care of it. I'll take care of itHis words echoed through my mind as I went back to my office. What did he mean by "I'll take care of it?" Would he cut him off? No, that would mean we would lose our stock shares and investments. Would he hurt him? No, witnesses. Unless he did it in a secluded place. The possibilities were endless, especially with Sebastian, him being so unpredictable. But the fact that he was so...calm. Especially after finding out his employee's had been harassed by one of his partners? It baffled me.I still couldn't get the thought of his disgusting hands on my ass. What was he, fifty? Sixty? He was well passed his forties, that was for sure, and that fact made the situation ten times worse.Pervert. I should have slapped him right then and there.
There were many ways this could go. I could stand in compliance as he yells his heart out to me, for no reason, like I've done before. Or, I could stand up to him, questioning his authority in front of all of his employees. Either way, I was in for a lecture about my senseless actions. Sure, a publicist is supposed to speak for their clients, but not without speaking with them first. When he finally was face to face with me, I took a deep breath, forgetting to breathe out from my anxiety. He opened his mouth, and at that moment I was ready to receive any scolding I was in for. "Is Yolanda in her office?" He asked flatly. What?
--- June --- I hadn't been the same the rest of May. Sarah and Paul questioned me when I came back to my office after my breakdown. I told them I was fine, and that I just needed air. But in truth, I wasn't fine. I was actually far from fine. Sebastian had decided to use my own sister against me. For what? To make a point? To show me what happens when someone rejects him? It didn't make sense to me. Nothing did, really. Ever since I met him my life took a complete turn for the worst, yet I didn't have the lack of pride to give up. It was something I refused to do, and a quality I both loved and loathed about myself. Towards the end of May, Sebastian and Samantha were in every tabloid in the freaking U.S., the information by my hand. They went out that Friday, but Samantha t
It was Sunday. And usually on Sunday's I would be at home, watching TV and drinking beer, but this Sunday I was stuck in my office, talking to business executives I didn't even like. It was the first of June, which meant It was one month closer to it being December, the month I could sign over rights. It had only been two months and I couldn't take this company much longer. Sure, money was pouring in from left to right, and I was in every magazine I could think of, TIME being in a couple of weeks, but it wasn't worth it. None of this was. I turned off my computer and sighed. I had a bunch of proposals I had to look over and I didn't give a fuck about any of them. Hell, the company could go down and I wouldn't care much, but it isn't up to me what I care about at this point.
--October-- I sat in my office, slightly shivering from the cold that surrounded me. Maintenance was supposed to come and fix the heater but frankly, they underestimated the L.A. Weather system, and thought that it was going to still be warm during this time of the year. They were wrong. I looked towards the calendar on my wall, counting down the days to Scotland. My father and I didn't talk about it in front of Francesca and or Samantha, considering that they sort of knew that we were planning on going, but didn't know that it was definite. They would be on their way to Italy, while we would be on our way to Scotland, so it worked out for everybody. Hopefully. I noticed small red writing on the thirty first. I recognized
The next day, I had a hard time focusing on my work, considering the information Samantha told me the night before. I couldn't even enjoy the rest of Mean Girls night, thinking about what Sebastian said. My heart raced every time I tried to picture it myself. I told Sarah that morning and she couldn't stop laughing. "My God, that's the funniest shit, I can only imagine what his face was like when he said that!" I sighed "Yeah, me too." "You know what this means right? It's definite he still has strong feelings for you, and your sister isn't going to take that lightly." I nodded "I know. I'm just trying to avoid both of them for as long as I can, I don't think I can look Sebastia
That night, I stayed in with Beth, eating Chinese while we watched the rest of Breaking Bad on Netflix. I somehow couldn't get Sebastian's birthday out of my mind. "Can Jesse just marry me?" Beth said, sighing longingly. I didn't respond with my usual smart remark as usual. Beth noticed the tenses in my attitude and decided to question it. "Alright, what's wrong?" She asked, popping a piece of orange chicken into her mouth. "Nothing." "Is it about Sebastian's birthday?" I looked at her in shock "How did you know?" She paused the episode "I actually didn't, I just guessed."
** ** Welcome to the Harrison Inc. Reunion! We brought together themain charactersof Playboy Rehab and Two Can Play That Game for one last Q and A. Leslie Harrison and Sebastian Harrison nicely accepted our invitation, and after five years of living in Canada, have come out to Southern California to reunite with their friends and family. Unfortunately, Fiona, Isabella, Elizabeth and Darcy have decided to be exempt from this interview, but everyone else is gratefully present. They have all agreed to complete honesty, so no questions will be held back. Keep in mind these answers are not censored, so viewers discretion is advised. Q: So Leslie, did you think Sebastian was attractive when you first met him? I mean, there must have been...som
The sun shone in my eyes, making me blink a few times before I opened them. When I woke, I saw a pair of eyes staring directly at me from above. "What are you doing?" I groaned. "Are you awake?" "...I am now." Liam jumped off the bed excitedly "It's Christmas! It's Christmas!" I chuckled before shushing him, pointing to Emily who was surprisingly still asleep. He widened his eyes, and held his index finger to his lips. "Sorry. It's Christmas!" He whispered. I climbed out of bed and leaned over the crib to look at her. She stretched for a moment before sighing and resuming he
**We tipped the innkeeper before throwing all of our stuff into the car. We weren't sure of what we were going to do, at least I wasn't, since Sebastian was thinking hard about the next step as he drove. Fast."Okay, I can get Pilot Flemming's to take us. Yes, that would be perfect. I can call him when we get to L.A. I can handle the visa's and the paperwork and my bank account transfers when we land, so don't worry about that. Um, when we get to L.A. Just pack as much as you can, don't forget your passport -holy shit I can't believe we're really doing this."I didn't say anything, since I felt the exact same way."I'll also use a payphone to call my driver when we stop for gas, and tell him to meet us at...your place. Yeah, your pla
I drove. Drove for about a good hour, unaware of where we were going.It was almost nine-thirty, and the road was growing emptier as it grew wider, and the landscape beside us grew more desolate. We were past Santa Clarita now, which meant more hills and mountains that surrounded us."You still don't know where we're going? At this rate, we could be going to Las Vegas by now-""-to elope? I mean we're already on the right track, Leslie." He replied with a smirk.I nudged him, quickly gripping the steering wheel after."I'm serious. And plus, we don't have a phone to look up directions..."He opened the glove compartment and shuffled
There were many things wrong with the situation at hand.For starters, my psycho sister was charging after me. On top of that, Sebastian Harrison has just confessed to the American media, that he was in love with me, along with the details regarding blackmail by his father and using my sister to keep Garret happy.Second, the media was recording every second of the fiasco, so there was no turning back.And lastly, the orchestra decided that it would be appropriate to start playing "William Tell Overture" by composer Gioacchino Rossini once Samantha and I started running.How hilarious.There were screams and constant shouts of "get out of the way" and "run," and I took Uncle Roberto'
"Okay...can you guys step out for a minute?" Sarah instructed to everyone except Lucas."Why? I want to see th-""-Kai!" She shouted. Kai sighed before getting up to walk out of the door, with everyone else following him. Sebastian and I received awestruck stares as they filed out of the apartment. Beth was flush faced, and I refused to look her in the eye.Now it was just us four. The four that started out together a year ago, with relationships much different from now. Much different.It was silent, as I scooted away from Sebastian on the couch while fixing my blouse shamefully."Okay, what the hell is going on? Because I'm...very confused right now.Veryconfuse
I made Darcy leave the next day, though I refused to be there to see it.I sat in Sebastian's office as Lucas helped her with her things. I didn't speak, I didn't do much of anything. I just sat there, unable to truly believe that all of this was happening. All because of this one man, three people had lost their jobs, Sebastian was stuck in a relationship with a woman he couldn't stand, and I had lost my assistant. Lost my sister, who I used to have a strong connection with from time to time, as well. It was a time of complete uncertainty. A time of anger.A time for revenge.I could feel Sebastian staring at me, as I looked blankly at the glass coffee table across from me."What are you thinking?" He asked, resting his elbows on his
I walked into the lobby, still unable to get my thoughts together.My sister was the mole for Garret. The informant the...spy,what ever term used would still describe it perfectly.I had felt betrayed, by my own flesh and blood, and the fact that money and fame was worth more than her loyalty to her family was sickening. Not only her, but Francesca supporting this act in order to build her restaurant empire above the clouds. I was angry, I was shocked.But there were more.Samantha stated that there were more moles besides herself, one in the IT department and one as a secretary. Except I didn't know anyone in the IT department and they didn't know me, so it just didn't make sense to me.
The entire company was buzzing about Sebastian's generosity, and so was the business world.We had gotten various calls regarding Sebastian and his bonus spree, asking about the motive for his sudden generosity. Telling them the only reason he was doing it was to spite his father wouldn't be too favorable in the public's eyes, so we just replied that he was steering away from the Harrison legacy onto something bigger, something better.I knew Garret was going to be pissed. I didn't know when he was going to find out, but I knew it would be soon. Still, he was smart. Greedy, and evil, but smart. He was going to stick to the shadows and work from there, so until then we had to be extra careful of what we did.The entire week, Sebastian and I only contacted each other through email at wor