I Think I've Had Enough

Chapter 96:If I Could Only Taste Your Lips and This Adrenaline

The publicist's modern chic office smelled like a mix of earl grey and leather.  Patrick sat in a chair that cost well over a thousand dollars.   His publicist eyed him from behind her fancy desk. Lorelai had been his publicist for years. Nothing was candy coated with her. She was fierce. She stood about 5'11 and rocked a sleek bob and a pair of Chanel glasses. He would be lying to himself if he didn't say he was slightly intimidated by her. But that's what made her so good at her job. "Jesus, Patrick," she mumbled. "You are my hardest client right now. I go to extra yoga classes because of you." Lorelai was also incredibly self-centered, "But this film has been soaring despite your disaster of a personal life." She flipped through a couple of the most recent articles about him. "I think we stay on the same page. Ellen's interview was enough to keep them from harassing you. We stay quiet for a while and do an interview about Emilee in the spring. Maintain your family man image. I'll see if I can get in touch with Ellen's publicist so that we are on the same page. Maybe there's something we can do to help her."

Patrick cleared his throat and spoke for the first time since he'd sat down, "That's actually why I'm here," He paused considering the best way to break the news.

"Please tell me you're not sleeping with her." Lorelai was strong.

He was slightly taken aback. She saw through him so quickly. His voice quivered, "It's a... It's more than that."

"Fuck," she rolled her eyes and reached for her coffee, "Never satisfied."

He realized he would have to be firm, "I'm here to warn you before I leave Jillian."

Lorelai eyed him but didn't speak for a long moment, "Okay," she said with a sigh, "What's the timefame? Six months? A year?"

A shocked expression crossed Patrick's face. "I was going to tell her tomorrow."

Lorelei's condescending laugh filled the room and then she froze,  "You're serious?"

"Yes," he nodded, "we've waited a long time for this."

"Hah!" she exclaimed, "for what? To tank your image and your careers? Ellen is treading on thin ice. Society says this is her problem. You don't wear a condom and get her pregnant she's a slut. She doesn't tell her 'one night stand' she got pregnant. She's a liar. Gives her baby up, a coward. The list goes on."

"I know this situation is complicated but..." Patrick began.

"This is the part where you say it's been done before," Loreali read him like a book.

"It has," He shrugged confidently.

"By who?" she asked with an air of arrogance that suggested she already knew his answer.

"Brad and Angie," Patrick spit at her.

"And how did that turn out?" Loreali tipped her glasses to look at him. He didn't respond, knowing she was right. She sat up quickly in her chair, "Ten years they were together. Ten years. Do you know what the world did when they got divorced? They high fived Jennifer fucking Aniston." She closed the file in front of her and tossed it across her desk. "This doesn't go well Patrick."

"What are you suggesting?" Patrick felt a little defensive and hopeless.

"I'm suggesting you put your dick back in your pants and go home to your wife." Loreali raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry but I don't have to deal with this," he stood snappily. "You're the best." He threw his hands in the air. "I get it," Patrick shrugged cockily before continuing, "Dealing with my soap opera personal life fucks with your reputation." He was now standing across from her, "I'm leaving Jillian and Ellen is going to be by my side. Immediately after. So, you can either help me accomplish that or I can find someone who will."