All Chapters of The Publicist's Plight (Rewritten Version of Harrison inc.) : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The next morning, I turn off my alarm clock and its loud, annoying ringing and get out of bed. Stretching my aching muscles, I force myself to set my focus on today's party at Abraham Collingwood's house. Which reminds me that I need to wear something red.I open the closet and look through my clothes until I pick out everything that is a red hue; a silk maroon button-up blouse, a cardinal long sleeve top and finally a burgundy dress lay across my bed. After careful consideration, I decide to wear the silk blouse.After showering and spending a good hour combing my hair under the water, I slick it back into a bun and begin to get dressed. Buttoning up my blouse, I look at myself in the mirror and wear a sour look at the reason for wearing such attire. Although I told Sebastian to remove any sort of Liberal thinking from his brain

A myriad of thoughts rush through my mind at Sebastian's two simple words.He looks at me and waits for a definitive answer. What do I say? Or better yet, what will my mouth allow me to say that isn't remotely idiotic sounding?I nod slowly, "Oh...s-sure."I hesitantly roll up my skirt until the hem of my stocking is completely visible. His hand then slides my stocking down with apprehensiveness in his fingers. His hands are rough when they touch my skin; goosebumps rise on my arms.He lifts my foot to remove my stocking and looks at the cut on my foot. His right hand is holding my leg up at my calf while his left hand holds my foot gently."It's actually not that bad," h

I would be lying if I didn't admit that I secretly await Sebastian's arrival. About how I secretly think he's going to walk up to me, apologize, and hopefully say more honeyed words that will sequentially stir my judgment and make me forgive him. And how I secretly think that this will all be over then; by the time he apologizes, someone will rescue us and take us home, where we can finally rest and forget this ever happened. But that isn't the case. Because when I turn my head to the right of the road, pass the blinding rays of the sun, I see Sebastian walking. Away from me. His legs move at a slower pace on the gravel. His hands are in his front pockets, and his head is facing the sun in the sky. But he's walking, and he isn

"C'mon, get it together, Leslie!" I tell myself in the bathroom mirror. I can't even count how many times I've told myself to get it together this past week, but frankly after playing a game of pool with Sebastian Harrison's dick on my ass and his breath on my neck, it currently feels appropriate. My face is the color of a tomato, and no amount of cold water can make that go away. Perhaps I'm just a weak human being, unable to handle the touch of a man. If that's the case, then that explains many things. Wow, that's depressing. After splashing my face a few more times, I dry my skin with a paper towel and exit the bathroom. De-spite the fact that I didn't actually go pee, I have to go back to our little area in the back of the bar and pretend as if nothing is wrong. I don't know

Have you ever seen the mortified, fearful expression on a child's face when they're about to be disciplined by their parent? That is the exact look I see on Sebastian's face when he sees his father. And it's both strange, odd, and incomprehensible at the same time, seeing it on his face. "What are you doing here?" Sebastian asks once he finally opens the car door and lets himself out. Garret approaches him, ferocity in his blue eyes. It's incredible how identical Garrett and Sebastian look when they're both angry. It's as if Sebastian is frowning in a mirror. "Get in the house, Sebastian," he orders quietly. "I'm not twelve fucking years old anymore—" "NOW!" Garrett shouts.