Leslie Courtney Novels & Stories

I grumbled, as I took another sip of my scotch. “Because his mate is human, and she has a family, and they want to see their little girl married to a nice guy.” Cohan smirked, with a distinctive grimace in his eyes. I was forced to chuckle also; I had met Leslie’s parents once while I was meeting a client at a local supper club. She had seen me while I was leaving the bar and called me over to introduce me to her parents. She had introduced me as Chris’s boss, and I did appreciate how kind and professional she had kept things. Overall, she was an extraordinary girl.

"That bastard ruined everything. This isn't over! He can play whatever tricks he wants, but he's nothing but an insect in front of General Phelan. Just wait!" Though she worked under Luna, Leslie knew her own martial arts skills were limited. She had no future in that world and could already see the ceiling. However, if she could lock down Ryder, she would become the wife of a high-born family, set for life. Leslie was smart and had planned her path out long ago. While she could still bask in Luna's spotlight, she needed to act fast because when the day came that she lost her place by Luna's side, nobody would even remember her name.

She turned to see Leslie approaching, dressed in a cute bikini that accentuated her curves. “So… are you waiting for Fred?” Leslie asked, sitting beside her. Bethany hesitated before answering, “No… no.” Strangely, Leslie let out a satisfied sigh and squealed, “Oh, thank God! Thank God! I’ve been waiting for him!” “Why?” Leslie scoffed. “Isn’t it obvious? To see this.” She gestured at her chest. Bethany pursed her lips. “I don’t think that’s the best way to get a man.”

The feeling of his eyes on me is the only indication that he’s even in the room with us. “The two of you meeting this way wasn’t part of the plan but it can’t be helped now. Leslie, meet Kian Winston, CEO of Winston’s brand.” He says to me and to Kian he says, “Mr Winston, this is Leslie, the…huh, our brand’s designer and co-CEO.” I slowly turn my head to meet Kian’s eyes again. The shock on his face is gone, replaced by a cryptic look that I struggle to decipher.

My shaky voice was filled with anger. "Does telling lies meant anything to you?..." He hissed. "Does deceiving other people to impress them meant anything to you?" His gaze met mine as he walked closer towards me. My breath itched. "Kelsi, does running into delvin's arm shamelessly meant anything to you?" He leaned his head closer to me. "You disgust me Kelsi! you really do", Lexy voice was soft as he walked away arm around Anita waist. Tears pooled out of my eyes

A small knock came on my door, I slowly looked up from my door to the laptop as it pushed open, Collin walked in with another lady behind him, she was well dressed in a short peach gown that stopped a little above her knee and a long blazer jacket that reached down to her ankle, on a white stilettos, her hair was packed up in a tight pony tail with curly tendrils on each side, she looked smart and quite cute. “Good Morning,” Collin greeted with a respectful bow and she did the same, I nodded muttering a greeting in reply also as I slowly leaned into my chair. “This is Leslie, she’ll be your new Personal assistant,” he continued, I slowly turned to look at her and she flashed me a nervous smi

I clear my throat and try to think of something to say, but the new woman stands up and offers her hand out to me before I can speak. "Sorry, I didn't have a chance to introduce myself. I'm Penny. I work with Claude; I'm kind of like his sidekick but obviously more talented than he is in the craft." Claude frowns deeply. "Penny," I shake her hand politely. Her grip is strong; not as strong as her eyes. "I'm Leslie." "Oh, I know." She laughs, unashamed of the gap that dominates her smile. "You made quite the introduction yesterday, believe me—"

she sniffed. Having enough already, "Will you just please get to it already." Les licked at his dry lips, trying to think of something to say. The couple looked at him, confusion etched on their faces so he decided to change the conversation. “I just finished up a house for Rylan Tyson. He’s a movie star. Would you like to see a picture of the house?” “No,”McKinley said in unison. Les blinked once and then blinked again just as Hillary carried in a tray with an elegant coffee pot with fragile cups and saucers. Linen napkins and a crystal plate of mini-donut were set in the middle of a long conference table.

"She should have been locked in there until she rotted after what she did!" Well, this is becoming fascinating. It seems the little dose of laudanum in Leslie's tea is inadvertently a truth serum as well. "Who's Katie Connelly and what did she do?" "She's a narcissistic, filthy rich, home-wrecking cunt, who ruined my life!" Leslie seethes, smashing her tiny fist on the bed, nearly falling off the edge of it due to her increasingly impaired coordination.

Theo had assured me his lawyer's would handle it, I just had to trust them. From behind the podium where Leslie sat, her eyes glared daggers at me. Thankfully Theo wasn't in the courtroom. He had insisted but that would only lead to more problems or even bring up our... relationship- if I could call it that- in public. Better safe than sorry, wasn't it? The lawyers had advised me strongly not to read anything about the court trial in the papers and I had read every word of it anyway last night. "The Ashcroft heiress from years ago was involved in a scandal with supermodel Leslie Maxwell."