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I chuckled. “I think little P just let me know how she felt about my fucking her mom.”
Amara giggled. “I felt that, too.”
I kissed her shoulder and closed my eyes, resting my head against the back of the couch, content to stay in the escape for a few minutes longer.
My phone vibrated on the table behind Amara, and she stiffened in my lap. “You should probably see who’s calling.” She pushed herself off of me. My half-hard cock slid out of her, and we both winced at the loss. It was the worst part of fucking her, when we were no longer physically connected and as closed as two people could possibly get.
I sighed, tucking myself back into my pants as she straightened herself out. Leaning over, I plucked the phone off of the table and rolled my eyes. “Harrison,” I told her before answering the call.
Lifting the phone to my ear, I sat back on the couch and rested my elbows on my thighs, bracing myself for the conversation I was about to have. “What’s up, Harry?”
“Mate, you know I hate it when people call me that.” He sounded exhausted.
“Yeah, well, forgive me if I don’t exactly give a fuck right now.” I knew it was petty, but he’d brought this clusterfuck my way.
He sighed. “What’s she done now?”
Scrubbing my hand down my face, I twisted the hoop in my nose around. “Somehow, she got my new number. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
“Fuck off. I’d like to think you know me better than that.”
“Sorry.” My shoulders slumped. I really was sorry. I knew he’d never betray me like that. I was just pissed off at this entire Lexi situation. “I’m stressed the fuck out, and I shouldn’t take it out on you.”
“I am sorry. If I’d have known Lexi would be this aggressive in pursuing you, I’d have never suggested the plan. I knew she’d gone sort of off the rails the past few months, but it’s worse than I thought. I didn’t see it, and I’m sorry.” I’d never heard Harrison sound so remorseful before. His usual cocky British swagger was missing, and for the first time, I felt terrible about how mean I’d been to him about this whole thing.
Blowing out a breath, I decided to let it go. “It’s fine. I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole about it. But with Amara ending up in the hospital, I’m really freaked out. The doctor said she has to limit her stress, but with Lexi calling and texting at all hours of the day and night, it’s not exactly the stress-free environment she needs right now, and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“I wish I’d never thought up this ridiculous farce in the first place. It seemed like the perfect situation, you know? She needed to clean up her image, and you needed her fame. A win-win. When I’d talked to her and warned her to keep her distance, it seemed like she got it. Her eyes were clear and understanding. It doesn’t seem like she’s mentally ill or on drugs or anything. I really think it comes down to the fact that you’ve told her no and she doesn’t like that. No one tells her no, and when you did, it messed her up. I think if she accepts that you’re denying her, it opens her up to the fact that anyone can deny her at any time, and she’s not prepared to handle what that means.”
I chuckled. “Look at you psychoanalyzing your clients now. I think you should start charging more.”
He laughed, but it died quickly. “Perhaps. In the meantime, what’s your plan?
“I don’t really have one other than to keep ignoring her.”
“Try this. Text her once and tell her you don’t want to hear from her again, and she needs to stop contacting you. Then block her number. I’ll call her into the office and have yet another meeting with her where I make it clear that if she doesn’t stop, I’m dropping her as a client. I’ll also threaten to blacklist her from any PR firm in LA.”
I sat up straighter. “You can do that?”
He scoffed. “Mate, I can do worse than that, but for now, I think that’ll suffice. Just keep your distance and let me handle her.”
“And what if that doesn’t work? What then?”
“Then we come up with a new plan.”
My mind drifted to Maddox, but I shook off the thought. Hopefully, I wouldn’t need him to get involved to help me clean up another one of my messes. At this point, I was going to owe him my first child, Rumplestiltskin-style, if I wasn’t careful, and I wouldn’t give little P up for anything. I cracked a smile at the mental picture of that, though.
“Look, Harrison. I just want this over. I don’t care what it means to me personally or to my career. If she doesn’t lay off, I’ll do anything to get her off my back. I’m not risking the baby or Amara, no matter what. So if this doesn’t work, we’re going to go with something more extreme.”
“Like what?”
“No idea. All I know is I’m tired. I’m tired of her waking me up at two a.m. I’m tired of wondering how many times she’s going to call. My daughter hasn’t even been born yet, man. I should be stockpiling my sleep right now instead of walking around every day like a zombie. It needs to stop.”
“I’ll fix it.” He promised.
“I’m trusting you. Don’t make me regret it.” I ended the call and stood up to go search for my girl. She’d made herself scarce during the conversation, trying to give me privacy.
Moving down the hall, I stopped in the doorway of our bedroom. She sat in the middle of the bed leaning against the headboard, her laptop balanced on her legs and a pen between her teeth. She had an adorable crease between her eyebrows as she focused on the screen.
