Page 205 of Sebastian's Baby

“You need to see this,” he murmurs.

I sigh and give up on the game, exiting to the main console menu as I move over to him. I look at his phone, and he’s reading a post online about Heather slapping a reporter.

“Shehitsomeone?!” I gasp.

“There’s a video,” Gabriel says, sounding shocked as he hits play.

Lita is standing next to Heather, looking beautiful in one of my t-shirts. Ariana is with them, as well as Callum and Ben. I’m not sure where Ariana’s bodyguard is. She might’ve given him the day off or something.

In the video, the paparazzi are asking questions, and when someone asks one about the issue with Lita’s pregnancy, Heather spins around and snaps at a reporter, “She’s not answering questions about it. Is it that hard to respect someone’s privacy?”

The video seems to have been taken by a third party, because we can see the reporter in profile as he sneers at her, “You seem angry, Heather, is Harrison cheating on you again or something?”

Gabriel and I both gasp as we watch, and everyone in the video goes silent. Some of the reporters are looking between Heather and the reporter as though they’re at a tennis match. Heather is breathing heavily as she glares at the reporter, and I watch Ariana place her hand on Heather’s arm for comfort. I’m dreading what’s about to happen, but I can’t stop watching, which is undoubtedly no different from how anyone else in the world is feeling while they watch this.

There’s a dreadful moment where the reporter smirks, and I know he’s going to bring it up again right before he asks, “Is that it? Is Harrison cheating on you, Heather? Is that why you’re so angry today?”

“Fuck. You,” Heather spits at him.

She lifts the hand Ariana isn’t holding to slap the man across the face with great force. Cameras begin flashing immediately, and Callum pulls Heather back a few seconds too late, placing himself between her and the man she’s hit.

“Assault!” he yells over Callum’s shoulder. “I’ll have you up on assault charges before midnight for that.”

There’s a massive red mark on his cheek in the shape of Heather’s palm, and the bodyguards rush the women away just before the video ends. Fear floods through me, and I have to know that Lita is okay.

I look at Gabriel, and he blinks at me as I say, “Fuck.”

“‘Fuck’ is right,” he agrees.

I snatch up my phone to call Lita and see another message on the screen from Hayden.

Come to Harrison’s. Now.

I quickly write a message back.

We’re on our way.

“They want us to go to Harrison’s,” I tell Gabriel, and he nods.

He flicks to his phone app to dial Ariana, while I do the same as I go to grab my car keys. Gabriel sent his bodyguard, Ethan, home when he got here because he was going to call him when he needed him. So I’ll drive us both to Harrison’s.

“Are you okay, princess?” I ask the second our phone call connects.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s Heather that you should be worried about.”

I’m so fucking relieved that she’s okay, because that was my biggest concern.

“Don’t worry about me, lover,” Heather calls out in the background. “I can handle myself.”

“Clearly, she can’t, but don’t tell her I said that. I can’t believe she assaulted someone,” I say.

“Do you know what he said?” Lita asks.

“Are you asking if I’ve seen the entire video of it that’s all over the internet already? Then, yes, I do.”

“There’s a video?” Lita gasps.

“Yes, that guy fucking deserved it, but Heather knows better. So, I’m worried about her even if she says not to be.”

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