A Hot Mess

"I hope my driving didn't scare you. Mr. Diamond," Peyton remarked as she parked Finn's car in the driveway of Diamond Manor. "That jerk cut me off."

"Don't listen to her, Mr. Diamond. Peyton's a maniac driver," Lana said, acting fearful as her head popped through the two seats from the back. "I pray every time she's behind the wheel."

"No, you don't!" Peyton snapped. "You're the driver that scares Finn and me. Mr. Diamond, you should see her. Lana's on her phone, checking her makeup, talking away, or playing with the radio."

"Girls, please, you're both too old to keep calling me Mr. Diamond. Feel free to call me Harvey. You've earned that right," Harvey said.

The busty redhead shot the older man a suggestive look. Calling you Mr. Diamond will make the eventual sex kinkier.

"Well, I want to thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Di--Harvey," Peyton said politely while Lana rolled her eyes.

"C'mon, I want to go see this version of Sean that you keep on warning me about. This should be good," Lana said, smirking as she motioned for Peyton to get out of the two-door car.

"Lana, you promised to behave," the blonde reminded as she let Lana out on her side.

"Trust me, girls. Sean's the one that might not behave," Harvey chuckled, looking over the top of the car at them. "But he also might be better. He's not as loopy when the pain pills wear off."

"I can't ever remember Sean not behaving. A naughty Seanie? That sounds kind of hot, doesn't it, Pey?"

"Shut it, Barbie!" Peyton snapped, slamming the driver's door shut.

"As if that's an insult. I thought it was a fabulous Halloween costume idea. Barbie has many wonderful careers to choose from these days," Lana pointed out. "I can be Veterinarian Lana, Dentist Lana, Architect Lana, or Defense Attorney Lana."

"Didn't you have Snake Milker Barbie?"

"I did not! I did hear of her; she sounded cool."

"See, I'm thinking more along the lines of Cowgirl Lana, Escort Lana, or Stripper Lana," Peyton teased.

"Peyton!" Lana exclaimed before lowering her voice to a whisper. "Ixnay on strippernay."

"Yeah, that's not how you say it. But I'm not the one that filled in that night on the pole," Peyton softly replied. Both women shut up as they came around the car to catch up with Harvey.

The owner of the mansion had just opened the door when they joined him. Both girls eagerly awaited their view of the opulent home. Lana had been inside only a few times in her life. Once for a birthday party when Whitney was in grade school, and a few other times when she came with her mom to pick up her sister. Likewise, Peyton's only view of the mansion had been from the driveway when she joined Lana in dropping off or picking up Lacey.

"Now, when I left, Sean had been in the library. Bridget said one side effect of the medication is drowsiness, so he might be in there napping. It's this--" Harvey explained until he abruptly stopped.

Peyton and Lana saw a striking woman of about thirty leave a room, stop, and turn to look over her shoulder. A tall willowy woman with long straight, dark brown hair, medium-sized breast, and an ass to die for, she looked like a model. The girls knew that she had been one thanks to Lacey's gossiping, and they had seen her answer the door on several occasions. She wore an exaggerated cowl sweater in cream and a tan pencil skirt. Both young women loved the style and thought it must have looked great at one point. Only it didn't look so great anymore.

"My gawd! Valeria, what happened to you?" Harvey questioned, halting in his shock.

Usually, a woman obsessed with every aspect of her appearance looking perfect, Valeria Katona, was anything but at this moment. Her dark brown hair now looked disheveled. There appeared to be small clumps in her normally straight hair. Different colored stains streaked the cream sweater, while a long rip in her skirt revealed itself as she turned to face the new arrivals. In her hand, she held a broken high heel.

"I'm a mess. That's what happened!" Harvey's majordomo shrieked.

"Did Sean do that to you?" her employer asked.

"And the others! My clothes, they're ruined," Valeria complained, glancing down at her sweater.

"I'll buy you another one. I'm very--"

"Oh, you'll be buying more than one. People working in a warzone get combat pay, you know!" Valeria interrupted. "They are yours to deal with; I'm taking a damn shower!"

"This should be good," Lana clapped in anticipation.

"Lana!" Peyton admonished her best friend. "I'm very sorry that my brother acted out, Mr. Diamond."

"This doesn't make any sense. Sean wasn't acting out. He only had no control over what he said. And what others did that to Valeria? I know Frida wouldn't, and I can't imagine that Chastity would," Harvey contemplated over the situation.

"Chastity?" Peyton queried. She assumed the receptionist would've had Sunday off after driving home from the cabin this morning.

"Yes, I had her come over to help keep an eye on Sean."

"You asked Chastity to babysit Sean?! With him all **** up? Oh, this is going to be awesome! Where are they?" Lana asked giddily.

"The library is this way." Harvey walked in that direction.

Inside the library, they didn't find Sean or Chastity but did discover Frida on her hands and knees. The manor's chef knelt down as she scrubbed a splatter off the hardwood floor. Hearing a noise behind her, Frida's shoulders slumped.

"Not now, Valeria. I can't take any more of your bitching. Go take your shower."

"Frida, what happened here?" Harvey asked.

"Oh, Harvey, you're back! Thank you!" the dark-haired woman exclaimed, scrambling to get to her feet.

"We just saw Valeria, and she looked like she took part in a food fight. I don't understand."

"That's almost exactly what happened, Harv. I brought Sean and Chastity a small lunch, and all hell broke loose," Frida revealed, shaking her head.

"Did Sean do this?" Peyton spoke up.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Harvey apologized. "Girls, this is Frida Isidro. She's an old childhood friend and our personal chef. Frida, you might remember Lacey's sister, Lana. And this is Sean's sister, Peyton."

"I'm so sorry you came on a day of madness," Frida apologized after the three women exchanged greetings. She had moved to hug the girls but stopped after remembering her dirty clothes.

"Where are Sean and Chastity?" Harvey inquired.

"I moved them to the study. They're both taking a nap," Frida explained.

"Now, tell us what happened," Harvey said, shifting the conversation back to that subject.

"Oh, yes, yes. Moments after I brought them their lunch, the doorbell rang. Valeria, who I tell you was already at wits ends over Sean and Chastity, went to go answer it. That's when the trouble began."

"Who was at the door?"

"Willow," Frida stated.

"Willow?! She's already here?" Harvey asked, a sick feeling in his stomach starting up. His head immediately swiveled in search of his ex-wife.

"She already left. I'm expecting Graham's call complaining about her at the hospital to arrive any minute," Frida speculated.

"Willow went to see Whitney? Oh, shit! This is not good," Harvey remarked, wiping his face with his hands.

"Especially not in the mood she's in," Frida declared. "She walked in here all pissy and walked out ready to **** someone."

"Great, I knew calling her was a bad idea. But I couldn't avoid it."

"Um, what did happen here, Ms. Isidro?" Peyton hesitantly asked.

"Oh! So, I just gave Sean and Chastity their food. I planned to join them and had my meal on the desk. Suddenly, Willow walks in bitching at Valeria. She demanded to know why Bud hadn't been waiting at the airport to pick her up. She didn't believe Valeria when she informed her that Bud was on vacation. I explained that you gave him the holidays off as you and Whitney would be at the cabin with friends. Oh boy, that did not go over well."

"I explained to her that we would be there for the holidays. She seemed not to have a problem as she was going out of town with her latest boyfriend," Harvey responded.

"Ah, yes, Rico Suave. We met him. That didn't help one bit," Frida revealed.

"Rico Suave? As in the song?" Harvey appeared puzzled.

"Oh, I just called him that as his name was Ricardo or something. It seems like you aren't the only one who likes younger people to date," Frida chuckled. "So, Willow was already mad about not getting picked up, and then Chastity said hi to her. Apparently, in your ex-wife's state of mind, she didn't recognize your legacy receptionist. Willow demanded to know if she was your new whore."

"Oh, fuck," Harvey groaned.

"Yep. Chastity started to cry. That's when Sean got involved. Called her a meanie and that she needed a timeout. Willow demanded to know who he was, and when she heard his name, she flipped out. Something about that article about you and his mother. That wasn't so bad. It was when she went on a rant about Beverly that things escalated. She said all the Fallon sisters were sluts. So Sean threw food at her."

"Oh, no," Peyton moaned.

"Way to go, Seanie," Lana cheered, ignoring everyone's dirty looks.

"You and Willow had some screamers when you fought, but, wow, she let loose one that I thought would shatter the windows. That's when Rico Suave came running into the room. Sean told Willow that his aunt would kick her ass. Valeria went over to try and calm Chastity down. Ricardo demanded to know what was happening. Then he must have looked at Chastity the wrong way, and Willow demanded to know why he looked at her tits that way. Also something about her not being his type. Then Willow started back up on Chastity. I stepped in to remind your ex who Chastity was, and that got her going on about Faith and how she taught you certain things. Chastity screamed to leave her mother alone, and Sean tried to stand up but fell back down."

"Oh, no, is he okay?" Peyton questioned.

"He's okay. But that's when he threw more food at her. And Willow grabbed my food on the desk and started throwing it back at him. Chastity joined in, and Valeria got drenched trying to break it up. Eventually, it died out when everyone ran out of food to throw."

"Fucking hell. This day is shaping up far worse than I expected. And I expected Whitney and Willow to get into a fight," Harvey grumbled.

"And you'll love what Willow did next. She took your roadster to the hospital," Frida added.

"I was going to take that car to the hospital."

"Hey, let's go find my brother," Peyton nudged Lana.

"Yes, let's go."

They left Harvey discussing with Frida over what else his ex-wife said and did. Walking down to the next room, they peeked in and found the other two food-fight participants.

"Your brother looks comfortable," Lana remarked while smirking and elbowing Peyton. "Or at least his head does."

Peyton groaned and rolled her eyes at the sight of her little brother stretched out on the couch, next to Chastity. Both were sleeping with Sean's head using one of the honey blonde's ample breasts as a pillow. His face was turned into her cleavage as he snored away.

"I bet he's experiencing a pleasant dream," Lana cracked. "You wanna guess what it's about?"

"Knock it off. My mom's going to feel terrible about this."

"Why? You heard what Frida said. This sounds to me like it was all the fault of Whitney's mom. She sounds like a total bitch. No wonder Harvey divorced her," Lana said, pulling her phone out of her jeans.

"What are you doing?" Peyton demanded to know when she turned back to look at her friend.

"Taking a memento of this moment," Lana responded, taking a picture of the sleeping pair.

"Delete that!"

"No way. This might come in handy in the future. I don't know how, but it might," Lana refused, jumping away from her BFF's hand.

"Lana, please. This is going to be embarrassing enough for Sean," Peyton declared.

"Embarrassing for Sean? Nuh-uh. Look at him. His face is pressed into Chastity's big tits. The only way he'll be embarrassed is if he can't remember doing that."

"Can't you stop making sex jokes for once? Sean's been through a terrible ordeal. He doesn't need your teasing, so back off when he wakes up," Peyton ordered.

"You're no fun, Pey. I should start calling you Uptight Pey, Stodgy Pey, or some form of that," Lana grumbled. "Stuffy Pey? Nah, that sounds like you like to get--"

"I'm not uptight!"

"Shhh, they're sleeping, you know."

"Everything okay in here?" Harvey asked from the doorway.

"Just swell, Harv," Lana replied.

"Uh, good. I'm going to head out to the hospital now. I don't need more patients or for Whitney to end up in worse shape."

"Do you need a ride?" Peyton inquired.

"No, I'll be fine. I'm borrowing Frida's car until I can get my other one back from Willow. Let your mom know that she should take my SUV back to the cabin. I'll find a way to get there once Whitney's discharged," Harvey explained.

"Sounds great, Harvey. Tell Whitney I said hi," Lana told him brightly.

"Yeah, tell her we can't wait to see her," Peyton added.

"Will do. Um, and girls, you better stay close to Sean. Valeria's in a fouler mood than usual."

Peyton waited until the mansion owner left the room. Then, turning toward her best friend, she questioned her behavior.

"Awfully chummy there, Lan. I hope you're not trying to hook up with him. Mr. Diamond is the father of your sister's best friend. And he's friends with your parents."

"Me?! You're the one offering him rides. Oh, Mr. Diamond, can I ride that legendary, fat cock of yours," Lana teased, mimicking her friend's raspy voice.

"I did not! Not everything is about sex...you slut."

"Hey! Take that back, Pey!"

"Nope."

"Take it back!"

"Peyton?" a groggy voice interrupted their argument.

"Sean, you're awake!" Peyton raced over to the couch. Lana followed at a slower pace. "Are you feeling alright? Does it hurt? Do you need to take another pill?"

"Geez, give him some breathing space."

"Shush!" Peyton ordered her friend. She watched as her brother stretched his body, although his head remained on Chastity's bosom. "Do you know where you're at, Sean?"

"Boobie Heaven!" Sean happily responded, earning a grown from his big sister.

"Yes, you are, Seanie! You're in Boobie Heaven," Lana agreed in an over-the-top cheery voice.

"Lana, don't tease him like that!" Peyton scolded.

"Oops, sorry, Peyton, you're not big enough to be in Bobbie Heaven. One needs to be this big to be allowed in," Lana cracked, holding her hands out to show off her breasts. "It looks like you'll have to leave this funland."

"Boobie Heaven?" Chastity asked, waking up.