Todos os capítulos de Playboy Rehab : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I heard someone stepping into the jet, being none other than Sarah the bitch. She rolled her eyes when she saw me."Not here for a cat fight," I started, "I just want to see what's going on, that's all.""Well we're in agreement in something, this shit is fucking crazy." She replied. She leaned over the leather seat next to the one I was on and looked out the window. We could hear their conversation perfectly."I wanted to surprise you, sweetheart." Fiona said. Sebastian took off his shades to examine his mother more prominently. Eric stood by the SUV, while Lucas stood by the stairs to the jet, not wanting to be in the cross fire. Edward, however, stood by Fiona, still in shock he was blindsided."Surprise me with what?" Sebastian asked."Well, with you taking over the company and all. I didn't know you would have to go through some cleansing process to do it. I guess it's for the best, I've been v

After saving the document, I contemplated staying here with Sebastian or going back to sit with Fiona and Sarah. Lucas had awoken a few seconds before, but was still in a daze. He looked around the jet, confused."Oh, hey Leslie. Hello Mr. Harrison. I'm sorry, how long have I been sleep?""About an hour I think." Sebastian answered.Lucas sighed and stretched. I figured since he was awake it gave me the right away to go back to my seat since I wasn't needed to keep him company anymore, but something inside of me wanted to stay, to find out more about Sebastian. Even though it was no surprise seeing him in a magazine almost every month, I felt like there was more mystery behind Sebastian that he wanted to keep hidden.The flight attendant made her way to where we sat. "Dinner will be served in twenty minutes." She said. I looked out the window. The sun had complete disappeared and the moon was hidden behind the cloud

I thought the fact that they stayed at fancy hotels and flew in private jets was enough. The manor was huge. I have stayed at big houses before for promotional trips and such but this house was unnecessarily big. A giant water fountain sat in the middle of a gravel driveway that let to a set of long stairs. The porch portrayed a classic country farm home, but the four thirty feet pillars that held the house up said otherwise. The manor was a good three stories. The dark of the night made it hard for me to see the design of the manor, but from what I could gather it had Victorian elements on the balconies and on the various windows that were lined across. The giant two front doors were wide open. The only people who were outside were me, Sarah and Sebastian, who was standing on the p

I finished my breakfast, looking around the table at everyone else. Everyone was part of their little conversations except for me and Lucas, who was too focused on cutting his apple. William was talking to Patrick across the table, Sebastian with Isabelle, and Elizabeth with Sarah and Fiona. I sat in the middle, listening to them talking over me about Leonardo DiCaprio and how he hasn't won an Oscar yet. I didn't fit. I was the complete opposite of everyone here. I didn't enjoy talking to people, or socializing much unless it was vital. I'd rather be answering emails or talking to Beth or Paul, the only people I could act as myself around. I felt my heart accelerate, and knew it would be best if I took a long bath, and call Beth for some best friend guidance. I just had to figure out how to get up without being rude. I slowly pulled m

When we made it back to the manor, I was still heated. Heated about the fact that I let myself look vulnerable in front of William when that is the exact opposite of what I was supposed to do, and heated that I broke my heel. The landscapers were staring at me as I limped to the front door. Half way there, I gave up and just took both of my heels off and carried them. Gerard offered to hold them for me but I declined his generous offer. I went into the living room and sat down on the couch. The TV was off, but classical music was playing throughout the surround sound in the living room. I decided to leave the TV off and bask in the soothing sounds of Bach, or Mozart, or Beethoven, whoever it was. "Hey, Leslie." A voice to my right said. I turned to find Lucas, sitting on the couch eating a hamburger with potato chips, scrolling on his