LOVING MITCHIE

Chapter Five

"OH Lord", Mitchie muttered under her breath when Stacie spoke to her father, ugh, actually she didn't speak, she purred.. Uhn uh, yeah people, like a cat.
To Mitchie, Stacie looked predatory, slim, petite, yes, she was attractive but Mitchie despised her. Most annoying thing was that George couldn't stop smiling. Mitchie scowled more, couldn't today be any worse.
Another interesting evening, this time, it was the three of them. They were dinning at George's hotel. The other occupants of the hotel were at the restaurant, same as Mitchie, her father and the bitch. Yup, the bitch was giving Mitchie digs that she recognized as major danger signals. Naturally, they were all being civilized here, Stacie being charming. A snob but she was being charming. Only Mitchie recognized the zingers that came her way.
Mitchie knew she was being set up and there was no way she was gonna blow her cover in front of George. Stacie wanted her to blow, she wanted a confrontation. Instead, Mitchie stayed cool. She smiled, laughed and joked, while all the time, she flashed daggers at Stacie, the grasping woman who had snuck in to invade their lives.
"So what do you think?", George asked like a proud mother hen when Stacie went to get more drinks.
"I think she's uh..... Attractive?", she answered, more like a question.
I think you're being senile, George thought.
I think she's a bad ass cunt, Mitchie thought.
Jokingly, she asked, "Isn't she a bit ancient for you George?"
George fingered his crucifix necklace and smiled, "I don't want the forty year Olds, they are just looking to get laid. Stacie's just right for me".
"How old is she exactly? "
" More like twenty something. Who gives a damn? ", he said and shrugged.
Twenty something my ass. She has to be over thirty at the very least.
" She must've been awfully young when she became a call girl. What did she tell you?", Mitchie pried, sipping her magarita.
"Michelle, are you getting at something?", George asked, cocking a brow.
"What do you think? ", she responded in the same tone. Then the bitch came," Excuse me, George", she came back, freshly powdered, lipsticked and smelled of Dior,in her hands, she held a glass of whit wine.
Mitchie stifled her fury. She was not going to sit here any longer.
"I think I'm gonna take a stroll around the hotel, I hope you don't mind", she said and stood.
Mind? Pssh, they wouldn't care less if she leapt into the Mediterranean. Sipping her magarita, she sighed.

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Ryder left work and was about going to his house. His wife had called requesting him yo gone home. He signaled to Jack, his bodyguard and PA.
"Remind me that I need to set up the Paige broad in movie. I'll need to see the director tomorrow", he said.
"Yes, boss".
Paige was something, she was hot, a bitch and a user. She deserved something in return in return as long as he had his way with her.
Fuck 'em regularly, beat' em occasionally and spend on them, that was his motto. At least, he deserved his enjoyment. He couldn't get it from his wife considering she was so fat and lacked a sense of fashion. She couldn't even give him a boner, he sighed.

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Roland scanned through the documents Lennie sent. Ryder Wheels was the bad guy here and his job was to find out the dirty business he was involved in. He checked the pictures of Pete with and against him. Then his eyes fell on a face. He had seen it before, then he remembered, those black orbs.. Her eyes  could draw people in, charm them. He'd seen her at the airport.
She was Michelle Evangeline Parrish.... Ah... The mobster's daughter, now, he knew why her face struck a nerve. She was attractive, very.
His cell phone buzzed and he picked it up without checking the caller ID.
"Golden here"
"Don't tell  me you don't have my number stored on your phone ", a voice hushed him,breathy.
" Mom.... Wait, you want an obscene phone call? ", he cracked, putting a pen behind his ear.
" Roland darling! How've you been? Missed your calls, anything wrong? "
That said a lot about their relationship, Rainbow didn't have a single motherly bone in her perfectly shaped body. She always went straight to the point anytime he called.
" Nothing's wrong, I'm in New York ", he said,twirling a pen in his hand.
" Uh? I thought you were in Miami", she said.. Do he just detect a note of alarm in her voice? Of course, he'd forgotten, Rainbow didn't like the fact that she had a twenty seven year old son, said it made her feel ancient.
"I had a job to tend to and friends to see, so I thought I'd visit", he said, teasing his mother.
"Me? You're gonna visit me? ", she asked, panicking.
" No", he retorted. Why would he visits her, she was just his mother.
"Oh", she said, relieved.
"I thought I'd come relax a bit, you know, get connected ".
" Well, it's good to get connected in New York ".
" Y'know, I think I might come visit you one of these days", he said, knowing already that no time would be a good time. His mother went quiet for a few, them she spoke up, "OK, if you want to of course"
"Unless it isn't convenient".
"OH honey, you're so understanding. Currently, I have a new friend and he thinks I'm thirty six. I don't want to surprise him yet, if you come over, stick to twenty four or twenty five. Do that for me, hmm?"
"When? "
" When what?"
"Aren't you going to surprise him?"
"No Roland. Never", she said, laughing.
"OK then. I'm glad you're happy",he said, nodding.
"Actually, I'm thrilled".
"Ok Rainbow. I'll call you later".
"Tch, can't you stick to Mom, in private?"
He cringed, "Sounds kinda awkward. See ya".
"OK and if a man picks up the phone, hang up", she said in hushed tones.
"Wouldn't dream of anything else".
Roland didn't really have memories of his father bit according to Raise bow, he was a wealthy man. Rainbow made it sound like the sun shone directly from his father's ass. He sighed and shook his head, this job was really occupying his mind.. It kinda sounded fun, considering he'll be meeting an interesting personality sooner or later.