Free Seduced by Mr. Right by Pamela Yaye

long. Sadness clouded her features, and her shoulders sagged under the weight of her despair. “Brad cornered me in the staff room the next day, and when I refused to give him a blow job, he went off on me.”
    â€œWhat a pig,” Sharleen scoffed, disgusted. “He used to be a decent guy, but he changed when he got his master certification last fall. Unfortunately, he let success go to his head.”
    Silence fell over the room, and when Jocelyn finally spoke, her voice was strained with anguish. “Brad threatened me.” Her eyes filled with tears, and her lips trembled. “He said if I make trouble for him with Mrs. Fontaine, he’ll post naked pictures of me online.”
    â€œJocelyn, ignore him. He’s bluffing.”
    â€œNo...he’s not... He has pictures of me on his iPhone.”
    â€œThey’re fakes,” Sharleen insisted. “People alter photographs all the time.”
    â€œThey’re real. It’s definitely me. He must have taken them when I fell asleep.”
    Anger rose inside her, and as Sharleen listened to Jocelyn’s story unfold, she found it hard to control her temper. No wonder her friend was holed up inside the house, crying her eyes out; Brad was threatening to ruin her life. Jocelyn looked terrified, scared out of her mind, and for good reason. Brad McClendon was a lying, scheming manipulator who preyed on lonely women, and there was no telling what he’d do next.
    â€œI don’t know how much more of this I can take. He’s been calling and texting me nonstop, and I’m sick of it. I’m so stressed-out, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
    A cold wind whipped through the kitchen, and a shiver zipped down Sharleen’s spine. The situation was worse than she’d thought. She had to act; she had to do something, but what?
Should I confront Brad with what I know or go straight to Mrs. Fontaine?
The answer eluded her, and the more she thought about it, the more confused she was.
    â€œI still can’t believe this is happening. I played right into his hands...”
    To comfort her, Sharleen rubbed her shoulders. Watching Jocelyn, seeing the anguished expression on her face, brought tears to her eyes. In all the years they’d been friends, she’d never seen her like this. Never, not once, not even when her fiancé broke things off last year. “This is wrong. We can’t let Brad get away with this.”
    Jocelyn kept her head down, didn’t look at her or respond.
    â€œWe have to go to Mrs. Fontaine and tell her what happened.”
    â€œI already did. She didn’t believe me.”
    â€œWhat?” exploded out of her mouth in a deafening shout. “Why not?”
    â€œBecause Brad met with her
first
and accused me of propositioning him at work.”
    Sharleen gasped. “He didn’t!”
    â€œMrs. Fontaine fired me, and when I turned in my keys, she said if I try and contact any of my clients, she’ll sue me for breach of contract. Can she do that?”
    â€œYes, unfortunately, she can.”
    Jocelyn sniffed and wiped her nose with the sleeve of her bathrobe. “This couldn’t have happened at a worse time. I
just
signed Zoe Archer-Ross—”
    â€œThe actress? I didn’t know you were working with her.”
    â€œI was hired to be her sober coach,” she explained. “I balked when her agent first contacted me, but when he told me the studio would triple my hourly rate, I said
hell yeah
.”
    â€œTwelve hundred dollars a day is fantastic money. You’d be a fool to turn that down.”
    â€œI was planning to use that money to pay off my mom’s medical bills...” Her face crumpled, and tears spilled down her cheeks. “What am I going to do? She’s counting on me.”
    Sharleen took Jocelyn in her arms and held her tight. She hated to see her cry, and her own eyes teared up as she listened to Jocelyn sob. She