Playing the Player

Mr. Cooper

So here's another VERY late update, some things have been going on in my family so updating wasn't exactly my top priority. Hugs and kisses to you lovelies. Thanks for bearing with me.

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Vanessa's POV

Did I ever tell you how much I hate the color orange?

Well, I do.

I hate it! Such a terrible color. I mean, I could be wearing worse, but orange? I shouldn't be complaining but I currently have nothing better to do so...

"Would you stop your whining!" A harsh shout rang through the air.

Knowing it was directed towards me, I responded, "Leave me alone!"

"Keep up that attitude little girl, you'll be here all night!"

I scowled, sinking into the cold floor of my cell.

Looking around I take in the nice, cozy room in which I have the pleasure of bunking in until morning. The place is absolutely gorgeous, with an amazing twin sized bed that has the spectacular scent of urine. I don't know about you, but beds that can give your soothed out back a tangle of knots in less than 5 minutes are to die for. Parts of the floor seem to be stained with blood which is always a plus. There's absolutely nothing better than knowing that the previous owner probably died here. Oh! And let's not forget that I have a toilet in my room too! The disease-infested potty fits perfectly in this room; covered in the same black mold as the walls. Totally 5 star worthy.

And last but not least, the best part, the 2ft by 2ft window with probably the most extensive looking arrangement of steel bars running along it. From the window I have the amazing view of a brick wall, decorated with graffiti. I've never knew half of those words were profanity. You learn something new everyday....

I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep against the cell bars until I felt something dripping on my nose. Looking up, I saw water falling from the ceiling. Or at least I thought it was water.

I was so mesmerized by the black substance dripping from above, that I didn't hear the footsteps approaching.

"Get up," a rough voice demanded.

I blinked at the man before me on the other side of the bars. He looked to be in his forties, with callous hands, and a face that's showed a harsh life he had to endure.

"Get up," he repeated, almost annoyed.

"Why?"

"You've been bailed out." I stared up at him in confusion as he unlocked the cell doors and removed to the cuffs that were still on me.

"What? By who?"

"A very important man who has no business interfering with the likes of bad teens such as you!" He snapped. Alright then, I thought. The guard walked me to the entrance of the police department I was being held in.

Standing before me was someone I never expected to see. He wasn't exactly the last person I expected to see on my list because he wasn't even on my list!

"Ms. Roberts." The familiar low voice said, "So nice to see you again." He stepped aside and motioned towards the sore with his hands in a graceful manner, "Shall we?" He asked ever so properly.

I just stood there, extremely bewildered at the site of this man. I finally was able to push out a reply but all that came out was a hoarse, "Yes—".

He nodded his head and waited for me to finally reach him. Looking up at his aged face, I managed to finish what I wanted to say before, "Thank you, um— Mr.Cooper."

He smiled and there I was; exiting the policy station in where I was being held at, still in my horrible orange jumpsuit, and walking besides the wealthiest and most powerful man I could ever meet.

But I suppose him being Aiden's father, was the worse part of it all.

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Aiden's POV

"Ow!"

God, I've been listening to this bitch repeat that same shit for the past hour. I was sitting in one of chairs in one of the hospitals my mother owns. So much has happened on only a course of 3 hours that I'm still trying to fully understand what's happening.

After Vanessa threw the tea at Victoria, the two got into a fight. Well that wouldn't be exactly fair: Vanessa fought Victoria, while Victoria just kept screaming like she was being murdered.

It was an interesting sight to see as Vanessa jumped over the booth in her cute little dress to attack her. Charlotte and her date tried their best to get ahold of the situation, but the scene was still a mess. A few minutes later, the cops were called and Vanessa was arrested. I would've bailed her out myself but Victoria insisted on having me ride with her to the hospital. Instead, I sent my father to go get her at the policy station. He shouldn't have that much trouble in doing so, he does own it.

"Stop that!"

Now here I am, watching Victoria fight with the nurse who was fixing her bandages. Victoria was facing away from me so I could see where Vanessa ripped out her blonde hair extensions.

"You have to stay still!" The nurse said in a heavy Spanish accent.

"Get away from me! I want another nurse. And preferably one who speaks English." The overly sassy look she gave the poor nurse pushed my annoyance over the edge.

"Mira este gringa." The nurse whispered under her breath.
"What the hell did you just say to me?" Victoria screeched.
"Victoria! Let her do her job and stop screaming like a fucking banshee."

Her head snapped towards me and her mouth opened as though she was trying to say something. One hard glare for me told her to shut her fucking mouth.

The nurse finally finished fixing Victoria's bandages and quickly left. I made a quick mental note to pay her in compensation for Victoria's bicthy attitude. I may be an asshole but...I'm not that bad.

I finally got up to leave, being so sick and tired of sharing the space as Victoria at the moment. All I could think about was Vanessa. That whole triple date bullshit was a mistake and we all knew it. Me trying to make her jealous and she doing the same exact thing was a terrible move.

I walked around the entire hospital until I made it to the lobby where I saw a familiar figure talking the nurse behind the front desk.

Fuck, what is he doing here.

"Dad." My father turned around.

"Yes son," he replied in a stern voice. I could tell he was mad.

For a second, I couldn't give a fuck about what he was thinking. That was until I saw her. Then it was my turn to me mad.

Someone want to tell me why the fuck Vanessa is with my father?

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Here is an extra long chapter for you lovelies to make up for my inconsistency. Again I greatly apologize, but I'm really glad that most of you are enjoying!

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