~REVEALING~
~Chapter 10~
She was stalling. And she knew it. Jocelyn could easily confront people, except a member of the Jacks family. They loved her with all their hearts, but at times they could be domineering. Especially Lady Jane. She had her heart set on Jocelyn living comfortably with The Prince. But Jocelyn wanted to pursue her dreams, be independent. And she did just that...but she 'lost' contact with her family in the process.
A lot of time had past. Her success in film abroad gave her confidence, but she needed to see her family. It was long overdue. First she arranged to talk to Jerry while on location in India. They both expressed how much they missed eachother and their childhood in Australia. She dreaded her accent, but he wore it like a badge of honor. Maybe someday she'll cease attempts to change it. She wanted so badly to speak to John and Jane, but she opted to visit Jax instead.
But had she visited Jax? No and she had been in Port Charles for more than a week. Jocelyn's excuse was that she had received a script, a good one mind you, and proceeded to look at the locale of the city. What would be right for her latest movie. Why? She always thought quietly to herself, was work so easy and family so hard?
All of this flooded her mind when she entered Jake's, her hips swaying absentmindedly. She decided that this bar was the perfect setting for her latest project, "Revealing." After some negotiating with owner, Jocelyn obtained rights to film at the 'seedy' bar. After she observed the place, she had some drinks, noticing the sad Adonis sitting next her.
Although she didn't like to pry, she had to know why this beautiful man was upset. He told her that he had to service someone who was his enemy. If not, life would not be serene for him. What the man said struck a cord with her. Her problems with her family were trivial; she would see Jax first thing the following day.
Hours past as she talked of Siddharta, Bollywood, and The Mahabharata. They hardly knew eachother, h^ll they didn't even know eachother's name, but he seemed enraptured by her words. Thoughts she hadn't had for a while crept into her head as she softly held his hand. The man slightly touched Jocelyn's blonde locks and his eyes had a look of fear and contentment in them. She saw the fear, but Jocelyn continued to hold his hand. "Would you like to join me...in my room at The Weathertop?"
"Yes. But it has to be as the Americans say: 'on the down low.'"
They went in separate cars and Jocelyn patiently waited for him. He entered her room, surprised that she was already in a state of undressed. "You didn't think I invited you here just to talk?" She walked slowly over to him and started kissing his neck with the same speed.
"No...I most certainly did not." He breathed fumbling for his wallet, knowing that for the first time in a long time, he wanted to do some servicing...
~PCPD~ Mac looked through the files that piled on his desk. He wanted to see Angel himself, but Taggert was handling it and maybe that was for the best. With what transpired the last time he saw her. It was unethical and unprofessional--but sooner or later he would have to speak with Ms. Ellis again. Even though the cab was in bad shape, foul play was still detected. Each file was on a local mob family that would have a grudge against a Sorel. There was no telling just who was responsible for 'the accident.' He looked through the file on the Jerome family and started to get lost in the past.
A woman tip toed into his office and covered his eyes with her hands. "Guess who?"
~The Grille~ Skye began to thoroughly enjoy her meetings with Lucien Cain. He had some sort of hold on Edward, which delighted her. She had all the ELQ stocks she wanted, but there was something troubling her. "Mr. Cain, I am appreciating your help, but what's in it for you?"
Stavros grinned slightly. "A Chandler and a Quartermaine as an ally."
"An ally in what ?" She muttered, her tone completely different.
"Ms. Chandler, Ms. Chandler, Ms. Chandler. If I granted you that answer, I would have to dispose of you."
"Then I won't ask you that again. I'll just sit here all docile-like and hear what the big bad man has to say."
"I'm serious Ms. Chandler, there are certain aspects of this dealing that you are not permitted to know."
Skye nodded, biting her tongue. Out of nowhere, she thought of when she fell out of the elevator and this dashing man caught her. Just exactly who was he? A part of her felt compelled to know.
~The Market~ Melissa walked through the candy aisle, talking to Amy on her cell. "I'm fine, really. Yes, Roy is fine. No, we're not and I'm sure you already know. Well, I'm sorry too. My back? A little pain here and there, but he--um, he didn't do that much damage. I'm serious. I'm fine!" Melissa moaned and turned off her phone. After searching for a while, she found the peppermint paddies and headed to the register.
As her items got rung up, she heard a voice that sounded strangely familiar. But it couldn't be... "Hey mate! Could you hurry up with those cigars?"
She fiddled with her necklace as she approached his aisle. Tears began to stream down her face. "Robert?"
~Chapter 10~
She was stalling. And she knew it. Jocelyn could easily confront people, except a member of the Jacks family. They loved her with all their hearts, but at times they could be domineering. Especially Lady Jane. She had her heart set on Jocelyn living comfortably with The Prince. But Jocelyn wanted to pursue her dreams, be independent. And she did just that...but she 'lost' contact with her family in the process.
A lot of time had past. Her success in film abroad gave her confidence, but she needed to see her family. It was long overdue. First she arranged to talk to Jerry while on location in India. They both expressed how much they missed eachother and their childhood in Australia. She dreaded her accent, but he wore it like a badge of honor. Maybe someday she'll cease attempts to change it. She wanted so badly to speak to John and Jane, but she opted to visit Jax instead.
But had she visited Jax? No and she had been in Port Charles for more than a week. Jocelyn's excuse was that she had received a script, a good one mind you, and proceeded to look at the locale of the city. What would be right for her latest movie. Why? She always thought quietly to herself, was work so easy and family so hard?
All of this flooded her mind when she entered Jake's, her hips swaying absentmindedly. She decided that this bar was the perfect setting for her latest project, "Revealing." After some negotiating with owner, Jocelyn obtained rights to film at the 'seedy' bar. After she observed the place, she had some drinks, noticing the sad Adonis sitting next her.
Although she didn't like to pry, she had to know why this beautiful man was upset. He told her that he had to service someone who was his enemy. If not, life would not be serene for him. What the man said struck a cord with her. Her problems with her family were trivial; she would see Jax first thing the following day.
Hours past as she talked of Siddharta, Bollywood, and The Mahabharata. They hardly knew eachother, h^ll they didn't even know eachother's name, but he seemed enraptured by her words. Thoughts she hadn't had for a while crept into her head as she softly held his hand. The man slightly touched Jocelyn's blonde locks and his eyes had a look of fear and contentment in them. She saw the fear, but Jocelyn continued to hold his hand. "Would you like to join me...in my room at The Weathertop?"
"Yes. But it has to be as the Americans say: 'on the down low.'"
They went in separate cars and Jocelyn patiently waited for him. He entered her room, surprised that she was already in a state of undressed. "You didn't think I invited you here just to talk?" She walked slowly over to him and started kissing his neck with the same speed.
"No...I most certainly did not." He breathed fumbling for his wallet, knowing that for the first time in a long time, he wanted to do some servicing...
~PCPD~ Mac looked through the files that piled on his desk. He wanted to see Angel himself, but Taggert was handling it and maybe that was for the best. With what transpired the last time he saw her. It was unethical and unprofessional--but sooner or later he would have to speak with Ms. Ellis again. Even though the cab was in bad shape, foul play was still detected. Each file was on a local mob family that would have a grudge against a Sorel. There was no telling just who was responsible for 'the accident.' He looked through the file on the Jerome family and started to get lost in the past.
A woman tip toed into his office and covered his eyes with her hands. "Guess who?"
~The Grille~ Skye began to thoroughly enjoy her meetings with Lucien Cain. He had some sort of hold on Edward, which delighted her. She had all the ELQ stocks she wanted, but there was something troubling her. "Mr. Cain, I am appreciating your help, but what's in it for you?"
Stavros grinned slightly. "A Chandler and a Quartermaine as an ally."
"An ally in what ?" She muttered, her tone completely different.
"Ms. Chandler, Ms. Chandler, Ms. Chandler. If I granted you that answer, I would have to dispose of you."
"Then I won't ask you that again. I'll just sit here all docile-like and hear what the big bad man has to say."
"I'm serious Ms. Chandler, there are certain aspects of this dealing that you are not permitted to know."
Skye nodded, biting her tongue. Out of nowhere, she thought of when she fell out of the elevator and this dashing man caught her. Just exactly who was he? A part of her felt compelled to know.
~The Market~ Melissa walked through the candy aisle, talking to Amy on her cell. "I'm fine, really. Yes, Roy is fine. No, we're not and I'm sure you already know. Well, I'm sorry too. My back? A little pain here and there, but he--um, he didn't do that much damage. I'm serious. I'm fine!" Melissa moaned and turned off her phone. After searching for a while, she found the peppermint paddies and headed to the register.
As her items got rung up, she heard a voice that sounded strangely familiar. But it couldn't be... "Hey mate! Could you hurry up with those cigars?"
She fiddled with her necklace as she approached his aisle. Tears began to stream down her face. "Robert?"
