Leslie Courtney Novels & Stories

I snatched it up, ready to scream at Sally, but it was Stephen. "What?" I barked, my voice rough. "Austin, we need to talk." His tone was serious, no trace of the usual placid calm. "I'm a little busy trying to stop my company from imploding, Stephen." "Then you'll want to hear this." There was a pause. " The media is exploding with news of Leslie's real identity. She has announced cutting ties with Cox industries " Stephen revealed. " Do you know the shocking part? He continued.

“Now, Miss Garrison this was someone you were intimate with, do you remember their name?” I looked at her realising what she was doing, “Yes, Luke.” “Do you remember his last name?” I blinked and blushed, “No.” “Do you remember what he looked like?” “Not really. Tall, skinny, blonde hair but not really any exact features.” “So, if he was sat in this courtroom today you would not be able to pick his face out of the crowd?” “No.”

She whisper-shouted , bending down to scratch her right ankle through her stockings. "I mean, I've got this, so don't worry,"I reassured her, despite the painic inside of me. And that's when my eyes saw Leslie with a cluster of her equally annoying minions. Standing next to the bleachers talking heatedly amongst themselves was Leslie .The skirt she wore was like two years too small to conceal her butt cheeks as the lower potion of them peeked under it without shame. Same goes for her three minion buddies with poor fashion choice and big blonde hair were heavily laddened with intoxicating hairsprays. As Roxie would say, Pleated skirts are so last year.

Addie whispered when she walked closer and stood beside me. “You know Liam personally?” Gino blinked, but he sounded like he was accusing Leslie. Leslie smiled awkwardly. “Not exactly, but Addie,” she pointed at her. “She’s my partner and... well, you know already she’s... Umm, they’re cousins. Umm... Ariana, Cora, and Mike... and...” Leslie went pale, looking like she would faint anytime. She breathed out, forcing a chuckle but glaring at Addie and me.

“I couldn’t agree more. I can barely keep a goldfish alive. I’m not capable of micromanaging your life. I wouldn’t want to. Do you really think so little of me?” “I don’t know to be honest. I was always told that if I bonded myself to another then I was giving myself to him.” “As I give myself to you,” I whispered. She sighed but scooted just a little closer to my side. We ate in mostly silence. “So how is the hunt going anyway?” Leslie finally asked. “Are we even close to bagging that cyber jerk you’re after? I was hoping to hit the road today. I’m feeling lucky and that casino we passed is calling my name.”

Everything laid out perfectly on expensive china. Leslie helped carry the trays to the dining room. Catherine sat at the head of the table, reading something on her tablet. She was already dressed for the day, another perfect pantsuit, hair immaculate, makeup flawless. Tony sat across from her, scrolling through his phone. Neither of them looked up when Leslie entered. “Breakfast,” Leslie said quietly, setting down the trays. Silence. She began placing the plates in front of them. Her hands were steady. She’d gotten good at this, at being invisible. At serving them like staff.

said Leo, “oh and one more thing. Ansel you can forward the pictures to the email address I gave you earlier once their edited. But neither myself or my fiancée give permission for our images to be posted anywhere. And if we do find them posted anywhere, including Mrs. Van Tessin’s media accounts, you’ll be hearing from our lawyer. As will Mrs. Van Tessin. We’re very private people. Have a nice day.” “Yes sir. I understand.” “It’s Mrs. Van Tessin Godwin!” snapped Courtney. Leo smiled, “Hopefully not for too much longer. Maybe one day Grayson will come to his senses. Now leave.” Courtney stomped off muttering about being mistreated, in her favorite role the victim. Amber and Leo watched her g

“We’ll pull two tables together. Easy!” Adrian gave me a helpless look. I tried not to laugh. “We’re going to remember this forever,” I whispered. “Oh, definitely.” The first five minutes were fine. Then Leslie ordered a bottle of wine. And another. She had stories. A lot of stories. Most of which involved her cousin’s failed marriages, her neighbor’s weird obsession with taxidermy, and how she once mistook a priest for a waiter at a wedding and tried to tip him. Roger tried to jump in with weather updates. Actual weather updates.

“That’s what Doctor Lyles said. You should also know that Doctor Lyles is a talent I spent a lot of money on to bring back from abroad. She’s seen many patients and has quite a lot of experience.” Every word Chester said was like a bomb exploding in Shaun’s head, buzzing. So… Catherine and Wesley Lyons were really innocent? He had misunderstood her? “She… She really didn’t do anything with Wesley Lyons?” Shaun felt that his brain that had always been ingenious suddenly became inadequate. ‘Didn’t she get drugged and spent the night with Wesley Lyons? ‘Isn’t she Wesley’s fiancée?’ “Doctor Lyles wouldn’t lie.” Shaun’s lips pursed. Wesley was locked up in prison, so she naturally could not have