To Catch A Player

Ch. 1

Draya Johnson was a name everyone in Atlanta knew. Whether it was for money or pleasure, she seemed to leave people wanting more. The women envied her, the men lusted after her, but no one could get close to this vixen.

Her natural hair reached to the top of her butt when it was straightened and her lighter complexion was due to her mother's creole background. She spoke 4 different languages fluently aside from English: French, German, Spanish, and Mandarin.

Although people only credited her for her beauty, she graduated summa cum laude from Spelman with degrees in both marketing and pre-law.

She was once a model for the country's top modeling agency's 'Haute-lanta'. And had been the face of the agency for 3+ consecutive years. But now she owned her own clothing line Designs by Draya and was in the works of opening her first store. She was about to host a fashion show to debut the opening of it, in downtown Atlanta.

"I don't care what you have to do to get Marco here, tie him up and drag him to Atlanta, if you have to! The show starts in less than 24 hours, if he isn't on the next plane out its your ASS!" Draya screamed into the phone.

"Ugh, why must people tempt me? All I ask for is people to do their damn jobs. Why else would I be paying them?" She closed her eyes exhaling and rubbing her temples.

"Gigi, how's the alterations for Freya's dress coming along?"

"Good, good, I'm almost finished. Did you still want me to look at the neckline for Hannah's dress? What are the new dimensions?"

"You'll have to ask Rain, I'm late for a business meeting. Oh and could you take care of these for me?" I handed her a list of errands to run.

I walked out of the studio and headed to my driver, Sergio. As he opened the back door, I gave him directions to take me to Maxwell Industries, downtown, I've got business to handle right away.

We arrived at Maxwell Industries, in record time due to light traffic. My meeting wasn't until 12:30, and since it was only 11:27, I decided to stop at Tropical Smoothie, located inside the lobby of the 15 story building.

With the stress of my fashion show so soon, I was in dire need of something to calm my nerves.

I walked up to the counter, relieved that there wasn't a line or that many people in here at all.

"Hello, welcome to Tropical Smoothie, would you like to try our smoothie of the day?" A tall blonde with a big smile asked me.

"Um, no thanks. I'll just have a Sunrise Sunset, please. Oh, and a banana. Thanks!"

After giving the girl my faux name, I went to a corner booth near the back, to check my phone.

After aimlessly scrolling through my newsfeed and replying back to messages, I finally heard my faux name called.

"Jenny, your order is ready." The blonde girl walked over to me. I thanked her and waited for her to walk away, instead she hesitantly stood there, staring down at me.

"Ahem." I cleared my throat, "is there a reason why you're still here?" I eyed her.

"Oh yeah, uh I was..you are amazing at what you do! And I know this may be much but I was really wondering if I could get your autograph or a picture with you? My name is Cindy by the way!" The poor girl was turning red and rambling.

To keep her from going into a long monologue, I agreed to take a picture with her and invited her to my fashion show tomorrow. 

"Sorry for snapping earlier, here are two tickets to the show. And if you tag me in it on Instagram, I just might repost it. Thanks hun, have a good day!" I quietly left the store and checked my Rolex for the time. 12:06. Guess I'll go ahead and find my way to the board room.

I shouted for someone to hold the elevator before it closed, while bumping into a tall man with the most beautiful blue eyes, I've ever seen, but not without spilling what was left of my smoothie all over his black Dior suit.

"I'm sooo sorry, I can be such a klutz sometimes. Here let me help you." I offered.

I began looking through my white Hilde Palladino handbag for my emergency Tide pen when Mr. Dior suit roughly rushes past me bumping me in the process, but not before telling me off.

"Do you know how expensive this suit was? Don't touch me, I don't need you ruining it any further. Just back off."

I stood there gawking as I watched him storm off in the opposite direction. What an a$$hole, I thought.

After recomposing myself together I finally got on the elevator, pressed the 13th floor, and was headed to my meeting- late and upset😑