Bailey Sloan Novels & Stories

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.

“Bailey is a sophomore at Cal State, majoring in communications. She joins our team under the supervision of her uncle and founding partner Gregory Kline. She enjoys reading and spending time with her family, especially her mom to whom she is very close.” There was her picture, wearing a similar blouse to the one she had on today. Baggy, likely a size too big. Why would a rich girl dress like a 60 year old substitute teacher? I tapped my fingers on my lips, it was clear I was too far gone. Bailey Kline. You’re on my radar.

While we wait for the doctor to finish doing their checks on Harley, I take my phone from my pocket and message Luna Eden. ------------------------------- Hi, This is Bailey, I am sorry to have messed you around going back and forth like a yo-yo. I appreciated everything we spoke about on the phone, and I can’t begin to tell you how things are for me right now, but I have had a chance to consider all that you said, and I don’t think I can turn down the opportunity to come and work for you, so please would you consider me for the role of teacher that you offered me, and allow me a place within your pack whilst working there due to the distance from my own pack, as we had previously discussed?

“I come bearing dessert and gossip.” “Tell me the gossip first. If it’s about your anatomy lab partner again, I’ll scream,” Lyla teased. “Nope.” Bailey smirked. “Guess who I ran into yesterday at the library?” Lyla paused, eyes narrowing. “Please don’t say Kensington.” “No! Ew. No. It was Dr. Harlan.” Lyla blinked. “Harlan? Your old advisor?” Bailey nodded, placing the pies on the table. “He invited me to apply for a new surgical mentoring program. Apparently, they only pick three students a year. It would mean I would become a high-profile pediatric surgeon.”

Just by the way he was dressed and acting, I knew he had a woman's heart. He came to me with a smile and looked all over me. He nodded as if I passed on something. My brows furrowed. "What's your name, dear?” "Why do you wanna know?” I crossed my arms and faced him. He just smirked at my answer. "Ohh I like that attitude!" He exclaimed while artfully waving his hand. “I'm Bailey, a talent manager of Starlight. I happen to see your gorgeous walk and how you project yourself. I want you to become one of my models, he smiled. "And I can guarantee you, with that pretty face, perfect stats, and attitude, you will be successful."

Coach B’s voice tore through the awkward silence as he quickly stepped forward and offered Bailey a handshake. “It's good to meet you. Noah didn't mention to us that he was engaged.” She smiled. “Of course, I know. It's nice to meet you, coach.” "Wait... Did you say your name was Bailey Sinclair?" Coach B asked, glancing at me with that confused look on his face, as if asking me, what's going on? "Oh, yes. Vivianne Sinclair is my sister." Bailey said with all smiles, and I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

She looks like she's about to ask me something and whatever it is, I know it's going to leave me in dilemma, because I know it's definitely about Kyrah. "Oh, uhm... Can I bother you for a minute or two?" she asks. "Sure," I reply her and I let Kye know that I'll text him back later. If there's one thing I know about Sarah Bailey, she doesn't like lies and I know I'm about to lie my ass off on whatever she's going to ask. I don't like lying to her but as of now circumstances are forcing me to start thinking ahead and know which lie would fit what she'll ask. Sarah Bailey is one charming woman, very lovely with dark hair just like her daughter. She's the most welcoming and loving woman I know

Callie giggled, telling Sloan that he was lying. "Girl, I kid you not. That was how I knew that he wanted a boy first then a girl later." Sloan huffed exaggeratedly. "I hadn't pegged my hot fiance for a chauvinist. I hope he doesn't make it a habit. I'm not sure I want my baby girl to learn ballet when she may like soccer better. Am I right?"

"I have given you everything, and all you do is complain that it isn't enough." Bailey crossed her arms, her chin tilted up in a display of pure, stubborn defiance. She still didn't think she had done anything wrong. She felt that Maxton was her destiny, and Carlos was just a coward who couldn't see the big picture. "I heard about the mission," Bailey said, her voice dropping to a cool, calculating tone. "I know Maxton is planning to go to Country K. I want in. I want to be on that trip. If I’m close to him, if I’m in the same room, I can find a way to show him that I’m better for him than that spoiled little girl he married."

I tried to fight the smile but it was so big, it was impossible to hide. "Yes," Zac answered for me, grinning before he pecked my lips. "A girl. We're naming her Alice." "Oh my God," Jade's eyes pooled up with tears. "Congratulations, fuckers!" Shane yelled, coming over to indulge both of us in a bone crushing hug. "The camera is still recording!" Bea yelled as she snatched it away from him. "God, you have to stop swearing now that mini-Jasmine is really going to be watching this." She shook her head as she recorded herself.