LOVING MITCHIE

Chapter Four

Paige Davis wasn't a celebrity, not even close to being one. But, she did a few runways, commercials and little on soap operas.
She sat in front of her dressing mirror, fixing her makeup, then she turned to her current boyfriend, Ryder Wheels, a tall, huge and rugged looking man wearing an expensive suit. He sounded Californian, sometimes he spoke Italian, whichever.
She was wearing a black lingerie on her creamy skin as Ryder's eyes ravished her. What was looking at? She groaned inwardly. It was very easy to know when Ryder was horny, his eyes flicked over her body as he breathed in. Paige was something. She had known Ryder for two months and had been sleeping with him for seven weeks. For once in a life, she got a rich boyfriend, even though he couldn't take her out in the public. He just kept her in a hotel a trophy and his personal sex toy.
Also, the fact that Ryder had a wife and two kids at Las Vegas didn't bother her one bit. Now, he wanted to set her up in a movie he was producing.
"Exactly what do you have in mind?", Paige asked coolly.
"Not sure but I'll be seeing the director next week so we'll talk", Ryder said back in a gruff voice.
"Me? As lead actress?"
"Yeah, why not? ", he replied expensively.
Why not indeed? She thought. I'm screwing your balls, it's about time for compensation.
She turned stylishly and widened her legs, the black lingerie she wore fell back and exposed her pubic hair. Yes, she was a blonde and she dyed her pubic hair regularly.
"I think that would be nice", she said, looking at his reactions.
What a horny broad thus was, he thought. He felt like slamming another fuck into her but work called.
"Gotta go", he groaned out.
"Tough day?", she asked, crossing her legs.
"Uhn uh"
Paige had no idea what he did apart from porn production. She just knew that he imported and exported. What exactly?!
Sometimes, she missed Roland. Roland Golden, a luxury she allowed herself. Absolutely sexy. PIs were. He was smart, funny and drop dead gorgeous. He also had a great body and she missed their love makings.
But he just wasn't the right person for her. No one was.
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By the time George was about leaving, it was past evening.
"You're leaving, sugar? ", Stacie asked.
He was still in a joking mood," Why, you afraid you gon' miss me? "
" Tch, of course ", she pouted.
" OK, how 'bout tomorrow? Wanna have lunch with me and Mitchie? "
" She ain't got no boyfriend?"
"Naw. She's wrapped up in business, knows almost everything I do", he said proudly.
"So you spend most of your time with her?", she asked sarcastically. Ugh!Daddy's little girl.
"Uhn uh. When we're not busy. Suits the both of us", he said shrugging.
It doesn't suit me, she thought. Then she smiled, "OK, lunch it is".

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Roland dialed his friend and top officer at the agency, Lennie West.
"West here".
"Hey, it's me. You wanted to talk about something?", Roland asked... It had better be something good,he thought as he sat at the window of Trina's house, drinking Scotch.
"Yeah well, the boss. He asked me to offer you a.... Uh... Job. He feels you're the only one who's good enough for it ".
" Yeah right, that's not gonna happen", he said, laughing dryly. "I'm out, remember?"
"Golden look, you're our beat agent here. We need you on this case. Hell knows it's a really tough one",West said
"West, I can't. I need to have a life of my own, you know how the boss fucked me up. I had to save my ego which was why I quit. It was the best thing to do", he answered back, gulping Scotch. His throat stung.
"You see, the boss actually thinks you're on leave", West said hesitantly.
"Are you shitting me?! ", Roland growled.
" Sorry man, I couldn't tell him you quit, he'll be mad".
" Well I'd be damned if I care! I can't do this! "
" Golden, you know what? I'll call you later, you're in tiger mode... We'll discuss this some other time while I ship you the documents of who we're tracking, got it?"
And Roland disconnected the call. What the actual hell? He was on leave? He wasn't up for this. He couldn't continue like this. He had a life and he had to live it. He couldn't even remember the last time he had a proper date.
It's because you sick in matters of the heart, his mind told him.
All you've been getting were transient lays, great sex, schmuck, his libido told him.
You want this, to be stronger and to beat hell outta bad guys, his body told him.
Hell! Get a life man. Party more, get laid, his prick told him.
"Shit! ".
Now what? Yup, he wanted a challenge. Fine, romance could wait, he decided. He sighed and downed the rest of the  drink.
Work would come first. He would see if he wanted his old life back or not. First, he had to see what he was actually up against.