Trapped in Silk

Chapter 3

Jocelyn

We arrive at the front of my apartment, and I step out of the car onto the sidewalk.

He gets out after me, walking me to my door. I get my keys from my purse unlocking my door and stepping inside. I turn around so I'm facing him.

"Thank you for taking me home, I really appreciate it." I say, sincerely thanking him.

"It's really no problem, I'm happy I got the chance to help you out" He says, his smiling eyes visible through his glasses.

He has no idea how much he's been running through my mind. All week my thoughts kept running back to him.

Did I mention how good he looks?

He's wearing a white button up, a few undone, grey suit pants, and a silver and black Rolex on his right wrist.

He's about a foot taller than me with a sturdy, muscular build. And his face is beyond beautiful. He is the epitome of a perfect man.

"It's time for me to take a shower and go to sleep. Thanks again for the ride." I get out, yawning into my hand.

He nods and I wave at him goodbye. He waves back shyly and turns around heading to his car.

Once he makes it in his car I shut my door and lock it.

I take off my heels and walk into the bathroom. I take off my clothes one by one stepping into the shower.

I take a nice hot shower, washing away the alcohol scent coming from my body.

After about twenty minutes, I turn off the water and step out, grabbing a towel to dry off.

Heading to my bedroom, I don't even bother to throw on clothes. I just run to cuddle underneath my duvet covers so I can slowly drift to sleep.

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"It turns out he was caught trying to smuggle drugs on the plane with him." Tracey says, my other coworker on the management team.

I hold my head and sigh.

Jake was a freelance model we accepted into our agency around a year ago. He had problems right after he started to work with us but he said he got his act together.

Apparently not.

I check online for a moment to see how far this went on the media. And damn. It's bad. Really bad.

There's already about six big news articles written about it. I read some more and see they start to drag the agency.

"Leader M loves to work with these kinds of people."

"Leader M problems this year."

I try not to freak out as I read these headers.

The Director is probably on the phone ordering food at the moment, oblivious of what's going on in his own company.

"What are we going to do about this? It's already in news. We can't deny it, it's not gonna matter. People already think badly of our agency." Lyn asks, in distress.

I think of how fast this company goes to shit, even after everything we've done. We struggled so hard to up our image just to get one sponsor.

I decided I was going to be the one to report to the Director about the situation.

I strut over to his office, menacingly. I've been waiting for an opportunity to give him shit and today would be the day.

I knock on his door but let myself in. When I stepped into his office I could see the fish sandwich and fries on his desk.