LOVING MITCHIE

Chapter Three

Trina lived in a well furnished apartment, yeah, she was okay.
"So you heard from Paige? "
" Paige who? ", he deadpanned.
Trina rolled her eyes, dryly, she said," Seriously? "
He shrugged, his attractive face creasing into a mask. He tried to sound casual though," She still here, in New York? "
" Yea", she answered in a duh tone.
Where is she?, he wanted to ask. Who's she with? Does she miss me? I really miss her.
"Well, last I checked, she's doing a bit on commercials. Bitch doesn't even answer my calls anymore",Trina said, ming scrambled eggs.
Roland sat on a stool in the kitchen,looking through his phone.
"So what's your business in New York?",  she asked him.
"Well, no idea yet but I've got a few numbers to call".
"And what are you doing apart from looking like a new version of Angelina Jolie? ", he asked, a smile curving around his lips as he stared at her. She'd changed.
" I'm hot, aren't I?", she said, grinning and dropping eggs and waffles on the table, then she sat. "Well almost. I'm finally living my dreams. I'm a representative for an online shopping management and it's gotten me this far", she squealed.
Yeah yeah.. It's obvious. Could I use your phone? ", he said, acting uninterested.
So much for Paige. In a way, Roland was relieved, right now, he wasn't even prepared to meet her or let alone, bump into her. He tried his mother, Rainbow Golden.... Seems like her answering machine was still keeping vigil. Seriously, his mother made him sometimes cringe with embarrassment, he should learn to accept her by now.
Not that he actually tried or something.
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George woke up, in what looked like a lady's room. Pink and smelt of lavender. Heaven.
"Thought you were gon' sleep forever", Stacie, a blonde her probably late twenties or thirties said. She sure was a classy broad."You were amazing", she said.
He smiled, "You weren't bad yourself". He would buy her a present or something one of these days.
Stacie smiled, looked and talked like a treasure in the morning. George Sat up and kissed her, "Anyone ever told you, you fuck awesomely?"
"George! Are you kidding me? ", she said and went to sit at her dressing mirror. He stood in his boxers and went to her, slipping his hands into her robe to knead her breast, she moaned.
" What? No one ever told you that?"
Yeah, she was a call girl but no one ever told her that. Well, not in such a dirty way. This man was sex crazed,so was she. They could satisfy each perfectly.
"Well not that kind of way", she answered him dreamily. She turned and kissed him lightly.
"Breakfast time, George"
"What's on the menu? I hope you're on it, sugar"
George sat on the bed and dug into his food, suddenly hungry.
"Like it? ", she asked.
" Love it",he answered and whacked her ass. She jumped, "You're one dirty old man, sometimes, I wonder if you're faking your age".
"Keep wondering baby, I like to keep 'em guessing ".

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After running on the track for fifteen, Mitchie went swimming. Her father still hadn't returned. She guessed he was still seeing that call girl,Stacie whatever-her-surname-is. She went into Troy Leroy's office, her father's manger and asked if her father was back, the result was the same.
What? Two nights in a row.. Two nights of fucking, sorry, 'scuse me?!  She got back from prison, dear old dad was out getting laid and left her with his bodyguard to drive her back to the hotel.
Seriously?!
Two all nighties with Stacie. George who loved his bed. All day fucking with a man with a heart problem left her a little worried. Her day wasn't going so well.
"Okay thanks, but have him call me the minute he gets back, you can tell him it's urgent",she said and went to her suite.
That man was strange, she needed to see him but he was out, getting laid!