Leslie Courtney Novels & Stories

Leslie said laughing. Jess always got confused with the time difference so Leslie constantly made fun of her. Leslie had recently begun a consultant deal with one of the fashion houses that her parents were major shareholders in. She was passionate about her work and she had really become serious and focused. She was also enjoying the pregnancy journey although she was lonely without her support system. She called Jess occasionally but she had compensated most of her time with work. It was paying off as she was developing a strong network of contacts. “How is work?” Leslie asked.

Honestly, the party was boring—it felt more like a meeting than a celebration, with Rhett spending most of his time discussing company matters and pack affairs. It was a relief when the food was finally served. We ate, and after the meal, Joss asked me to dance. I agreed, and we shared a quiet dance together. Later, I stepped outside to get some fresh air, leaving Joss inside to continue his conversations. As I walked into the backyard, I saw her—Leslie—smoking by the pool, her eyes fixed on the water as she sat at the edge. I couldn’t help but wonder what Brant saw in her. Tattoos covered most of her body, and I noticed her upper ear was pierced. She was a rogue wolf—and yet, despite everyt

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.

Even Catalina seemed too preoccupied to stick her nose in, and thinking of her only reminded me of poor Leslie who I waited until Todd and I were alone in my car to bring up. "She's back home with her family. She doesn't remember anything about the night before. Her last memory before waking up in the hospital is of going to the hotel bathroom. She does remember being served a Shirley Temple by the bartender but she doesn't remember if she left the drink unattended at some point or if it had been served to her with the drug already inside." "That's awful, what..." "Caitlin, I'm only discussing this with you because you were there, you saw. But that's as far as your involvement goes."

In truth, Courtney often badmouthed the organization and the populations they served. She sure put on a good show though. She was a hell of an actress with the right audience. Like the time Leo’s mother and her boyfriend came over for dinner when they returned from their cruise. Grayson had come up with the bright idea to host them at the penthouse for dinner. Leo was still on bedrest then and Grayson and Amber feared it’d be too taxing on the chef to have the dinner anywhere else.

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.

"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."

Leslie’s beauty was undeniable. In fact, she was so beautiful that people almost suffocated because of her beauty. Her thick, long, wavy hair brought out her snow-white skin color, and she was wearing a white, hollow lace, form-fitting skirt. From the control room, though, Crystal had Nathan’s full attention. Suddenly, Leslie looked straight into the camera. She pointed it out to Crystal, and she whispered into her ear. “Do you think someone is watching us?” she asked.

He could afford it after all. She was in the process of topping off her second shot when Leo appeared in the kitchen looking distressed. “Help,” he mouthed across the kitchen. And she soon saw why, because right on his heels was Courtney and her date. The bitch had been following Leo around to find her no doubt. Courtney was waiting to see Amberleigh’s gown to try and gloat that her swan dress was so much better, and her boobs were so much better, and her skin was so much better, etc. At least the pale bitch couldn’t claim Bradford was so much better, because Leo was gorgeous, the winner hands down. Not that Amber was biased or anything. It was a fact.