LOVING MITCHIE

Chapter Six

Sorry guys, I haven't really been able to post new chapters.... I'm currently... Uh... How do I say this? I'm um...dealing with crush problems.... Aww Gawd, I finally said it.... Pssh.....

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A very important and highly sophisticated actress of the 90's arrived at Cassie's, George's hotel, and the celebration was elaborate. Cassie's ballroom was filled with actors, actresses, business tycoons. Her name was Gladys Temples. Mitchie dropped by, during the day to see that everyone was being set up smoothly. She had a terrific staff, her catering manager was the best in town so, no problems.
Celebrities arrived throughout the day. No matter how famous or rich people may be, they all loved getting something for nothing_ a fact George had taught her, so champagne, chilled fruits awaited them in their various suites.
George told her he would be bringing Stacie to the occasion... Of course he would. She scowled, "When the fuck is she leaving?", she asked.
"Why do you ask?", he snapped. Actually, he also wondered when she would be leaving. As far as he was concerned, she could stay as long as she wanted to. She made him feel comfortable. When he had asked her, she just smirked and teased him.
"I expect to leave this weekend", she'd said.

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Roland readjusted his toe and stared at himself in the mirror. He was going to the gala, luckily, he might meet those he had in mind. Trina lent him her car, he had on sleek, back tuxedo. Courtesy of the CSI, sometimes he needed clothes for certain operations.. He tucked a gun in his jacket's pocket and he was good to go.

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Mitchie called Troy at the last minute, "I need a date. George is going with queen barbie", she said, huffing.
"I thought Barbie was Nicki Minaj", he replied, trying to lighten up the mood.
Mitchie laughed dryly, "Very funny. Someone needs to tell Stacie that she's not fit for George"
"Don't you like her? ", Troy asked. His sand brown hair slicked back as he wore a smirk on his face,a dimple showing.
" Not one little bit"
"She's a nice lady"
Mitchie scoffed, going to the door, "Yeah right, only to those she screws. Pretty sure she calls all o them daddy.. Pick me up at six", she said with a straight face while Troy tried to hide a smile.
"Sure baby".

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Cameron hated things like this, she hated formal settings. She always fancied going to clubs. Today, she looked sensual and dressed outrageously, attracting the eyes of men. Only one was bold enough to come meet her, talking her into dancing. He looked cute and smelled of class and style. She then sensed that the both of them had interesting but limited possibilities. His name was Michael Lorde.
"You look beautiful ", he said, biting her earlobe. She took that as a go ahead. He pressed what seemed like a hard on between her thighs. He danced awfully but spoke beautifully.
" We'll have a great time tonight", he said, smiling at her.
What gut, she loved it. I hope you fuck more than you dance, she thought. Then she gave him an encouraging rub and they were going to his suite. She didn't care, as long as she satisfied her outrageous sex drive.

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I'm really sorry... This chapter is a little shorter than the last, I actually need a new cover for this book.... That one's a little... Ugh.... Off. I need suggestions pleaseeeeee!
See ya, lovelies.