Heath's pov
I don't think you can call your day a total disaster when you meet a pretty lady. Even if she did spill all of her coffee on me, it would still be unfair to say my day was a total disaster.
I woke up this morning by six with a hangover from hell after just returning from Rayne's by three. There was this crazy party over there last night and I ended up passing out in Rayne's bedroom while the bastard left to God only knows where with the lady I think I saw him with last night.
Amanda, my manager was at my door seven sharp and started with her nagging about my new lifestyle. At this point, I wish I had something genuine to say to her other than staring and looking bored most of the time.
I used to give a dime every time about Amanda's feelings until two years ago when shit hit the fan for me and in the heat of the moment we abandoned the real thing that needed to be done and we had sex. It was good I mean, but on the other hand, it only worsened the mess I was in.
Quite on the brink of divorce with my wife of six years and a two-year-old daughter. Somehow, Blair my wife-ex found out about Amanda and me and she moved out the next week with my Harper. Sending gifts, people, texts and finally going myself didn't soften Blair's heart at all. Instead, she pleaded with me to let her go and she took full custody of Harper with me getting only the weekends and certain holidays thanks to an arrangement we made shortly after the divorce was finalized.
I take off my suit jacket and drape it over the edge of the sink move to another and begin to wash my hands and then my face. The next second there is a knock on the door interrupting my silence.
"Heath?"
"Coming," I mutter taking another look at myself in the mirror before walking back to the door. It's funny how I expect to see a mass of dirty platinum blonde hair but instead, all I am met with is Amanda's dark brown which is packed into a tight bun.
She scans my face, "You look disappointed." I just stare and say nothing. My eyes move on their own accord to the shopping bag in her hand. It has a brand name and logo on it that I don't care about. She follows my eyes and seems to remember why she was here in the first place.
"What the hell happened?" She started. "Coffee just doesn't spill over on someone who doesn't even drink it."
Sighing is all I can do to remain patient with her. "I never said I spilled it myself." I glance down at my stained pants for the second time today. "A nice lady did. She wasn't watching where she was going and neither was I."
I probably should not have said that and Amanda's next statement confirms that.
"Or maybe she was looking for some attention." Unexpectedly she looks more annoyed than her voice portrayed.
Not every woman is like you I want to tell her, just to tell her off. Make her bite her tongue and fume because she can't retort but I choose to ignore her comment. "The bag please."
She huffs, hands me the bag, and attempts to move past me and into the restroom. "What are you doing?"
"Going into the restroom of course." She replies staring at me like I've grown two heads.
"Look Amanda," I sigh. "This is the male restroom, I don't think it would look good for any of us if you are caught in here with me."
"Heath, it's not like we're doing anything so cut me some slack. I can't stand out here and wait for you like some-" She bites her tongue immediately.
Patiently, I stand with a cocked eyebrow as she paused mid-rant. Did I ever mention that Amanda got territorial after my divorce because we may have hooked up a few more times? I never cared to tell her her off because I stopped caring after Blair left but I have a feeling I'll have to put her in her place soon enough.
I know what she was about to say, "some manager" and go on with a "we are more than that" speech.
"Amanda just stand out here and give me three minutes or five and I'll be out and we can get to the fucking meeting." I try to pacify her.
She rolls her eyes but respects my space and moves back. "It's not like we aren't already late."
I ignore her and shut the door before opening the bag and staring unimpressed at the contents. Another tight suit. I have no idea why Amanda is persistent in formalities. I hate suits and black isn't my go-to color for a suit of tuxedo.
In three minutes, I was out of the restroom and Amanda looked like she would eat me up. She shakes her head and clears her throat and I can't help but be amused especially when she decides to maintain this space between us like my cologne is enchanting.
"We are already fifteen minutes late." She pulls down her skirt a bit. "At least we have an excuse."
"I can't believe you let that lady go though, I'd make her pay if it was me." She says with a laugh as we begin to walk towards the conference room.
Lucky her then. She gazes at me pausing in her steps and causing me to stop too. "Why aren't you laughing?"
Seriously? "Because it's not funny." I give her a look. "Can we brush up on what I'm supposed to say?"
"Just leave all the talking to me." She replies after clearing her throat once she realizes I'm not in the mood for her jokes.
We are at a corner when we hear the commotion.
"I don't know why you won't believe me!" An unfamiliar female voice yells desperately.
"Does that feel familiar?" A second voice retorts and it sounds oddly familiar. We hurry forward and I can see the lady from earlier engaged in a heated argument with another woman in the middle of the hallway with spectators around them.
"Tell them I am not interested."
"What exactly am I supposed to tell them?" The first lady looks exasperated now. "This is the seventh deal that you are about to reject."
The lady from earlier stares and then shrugs, "dunno, writer's block. It's worked so far."
"Until it works perfectly and you stop getting deals. That would mean your career would be over." The first lady looks tired at this point.
"And I'd rather take that chance than to take a deal from that goddamn family." The blonde lady from earlier stares firmly her lower lip trembling as her eyes throw daggers at the lady opposite her.
"I didn't know." The woman who I have deduced to be her agent finally sighs her shoulders slumping with defeat her voice is evident with the defeat also.
I finally decide to step in looking around the crowd of spectators I walk among people and I get to her. "Hey, you okay?" I ask her softly taking in her dejected posture. She turns to me and looks up in surprise. She assesses my new suit before nodding her head.
"Do you have everything on you?"
"Yeah, I do." She replies. "What is it?"
"Come, let's step out for a few," I tell her stretching out my right hand to her. She stares at my outstretched hand before looking up at me a new mischievous glint in her eyes. "A few or we are not returning at all today?"
I lean in and whisper into her ears, "I think I was aiming for the latter. Your agent wants to kill me and my manager wants to kill you."
"I'm not taking any chances, get me out of here." She looks up at me. "Please."
Now remember when I spoke about this pretty lady, I didn't realize that I'd be doing this too. I pull her swiftly towards the exit before Amanda realizes to follow me.
"Heath, you have a fucking meeting, where the hell are you going to?"
I don't even bother with a response when my blonde lady grips my hand tightly.
Unedited and I apologize 😬. Also, the aesthetics would be up next cause I'm not done with it. Aesthetics are harder to make especially when you are into the descriptions from your book.
Anyway, see you in the next chapter.
_Abigail_
