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
**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
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
** ** 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
It had felt like a ton of bricks were piled on top of my heart. I couldn't think, I couldn't speak, I couldn't even breathe properly. I walked as fast as my feet would allow me down the hallway as the tears began to fall steadily down my face. The statement "Anything else is considered irrelevant" echoed throughout my head. This wasn't Sebastian talking, this couldn't be Sebastian. Sebastian was different. He was the carefree, humorous, immature Harrison that I had fallen for unknowingly. Not this...asshole. My first instinct was to call Sarah. I had no idea where she was or what she was doing, maybe she was still in the conference room? No, they had already dispersed, minus the reporters who had stayed behind to ask the Board questions. Maybe she was with Lucas? I don't know. I went into my office and sat down on my chair. Darcy had
"So he's like, a total asshole now?" Beth asked, munching on chips at the same time.I sighed "Yeah, unfortunately." I replied, separating clean from dirty clothes in my suitcase.Beth grunted over the phone "That's total bullshit! I feel like cryi-""Don't give me the sympathy card. Maybe we just aren't compatible? I mean we just don't know how to handle things." I dragged the basket of dirty clothes by the door, as a reminder of what I would be doing Saturday morning."No! You guys are meant for each other and that's how it's going to be. I won't let my ship sink like this."I grimaced at the phone "Your...ship?""Yeah! You know,
I placed my hand on the cold metal door handle. Thinking it over for a second, I decided to knock instead. After three attempts, I heard his overpowering voice yell "come in." I opened the office door hesitantly. When I walked inside, I noticed Sebastian sitting at his desk, surrounded by a few members of the Board. They all stopped conversing when they saw me. "Um, perhaps we will finish this during the meeting tomorrow." Candace, one of the members asked. "Sounds good. 8:30 sharp." He said flatly. I cringed. They all sneaked glances at me before exiting the office; Sebastian's intense glare pierced through me the entire time, as each member left the room.
"Dammit!" I shouted, as I slammed my office door behind me. Lucinda jogged further into my office, with a feared expression on her face. It was understandable, really, why she would be intimidated. "Um, Mr. Harrison...are you alright?" She asked. "Does it look like I'm alright? I can't believe she would disrespect me like that! So uncalled for." Lucinda bit her lip "Well, are you going to...fire her? Because of that?" I grimaced at her question; why would she ask something so stupid? "No, of course not. She's the best publicist anyone could ask for and finding someone who could do her job would be a head trip." "Oh..." It looked as if Lucinda was fighting back a smile.
It had been almost a week since Sebastian and I's fallout. We haven't spoken much, except when we had to converse about what he could and couldn't say to the press. Other then that, the tension was unbearable. Darcy and I spent the last few hours of our shift doing a bit more back round on Alexander Berke, my next "client." As we had gotten through the third British article that talked about him missing out on his father's promotional dinner...twice, someone knocked on my door. Even though it was open, everyone who knew me knew that I required them to knock first. "Hey, we need to talk." Sarah said, not even waiting for me to respond before sitting down in the leather chair opposite of me. "What is it?" I asked, concerned.