LOVING MITCHIE

Chapter Nine

"We need to talk", George said, following Mitchie to her office.
"I heard", she snapped, trying to hide the pain she felt.
"I've been tryna reach you all day", he muttered, sitting in her desk.
She went to a far corner of her office, cocked her hips, folded her arms and stared at him. "Well, here I am. And, congratulations, what more can I say?"
Mitchie just returned from the gym. She wore slacks, a loose tee and aviator shades. She looked like a sixteen year old.
"Hey, you look about eighteen ", he joked. She just stared.
" You're mad at me, aren't you?"
"Why would I be?", she asked. "World should I be mad that you decided to get married and I had to hear it from the hotel manager?", her voice rose.
"I didn't plan it OK? It just happened. I thought you were amongst the crowd when I made it public".
She came to sit, "Wow, I guess my presence was highly felt".
"Come on kid", he tried calming her down. "I called as soon as I woke up this morning. You were out. Where have you been anyway?"
She stood going to the bar to pour herself a drink, "OH, there's a strip joint five miles from here, sometimes I volunteer", she scowled, downing a drink. This was annoying.
"You're getting senile. Let's go sort this out upstairs ", he said. She sighed and followed him to her suite reluctantly. She was a little scared, if George got married, she'd be lonely. When Troy told her about it, she had cried. She hated crying, she wasn't a crybaby. This just sucks, she didn't know what her father liked about that cunt.
She got to her suite and found a bouquet of flowers. She turned to her father.
"Did you do this?"
"No", he scowled.
She picked up the card attached to it, just a name..... R. Golden.
She smiled.
"From who? "
" A friend "
" Who? "
" Someone I met yesterday "
" Nice of him"
"I didn't say it was a guy", she said and turned back to look at him. He contemplated on saying he saw her with a guy the other night. "No you didn't"
"Okay, I made a mistake, I should've told you, I didn't, let's not make a mountain out of a mole", George sighed and sat.
"Huh? You should've told me before making it public"
"You're my daughter, not my mother. Do I need to seek your permission? "
" You could at least ask for my advice",  she said, shrugging.
Now he was angry. "Screw your advice! Stacie said you would be jealous, she wasn't wrong"
"Not that I give a damn about what she said, if you marry her,  trust me, your problems would be more than you bargained for, George! ". Mitchie was furious.. Couldn't he see it?
" You don't join Stacie, stop trashing her! "
" I'm only trying to...... "
" Listen kid, I'm getting married to her and that's it. Be a good girl and wish me luck", he said, staring her down
She hated him for being an old fool.
"Fine, it's your life. Congrats ", she said, resigned.
Tears were seeping at the corners of her eyes. She went downstairs. He was gonna regret it, she just knew it. But whatever, it truly was his life... He would live it the way he wanted.

Roland had seen everything.. Thanks to the tiny camera hidden in the flowers... He could tell by the way her shoulders were moving that she was crying.. Hard.. She was a strong woman, yes, she was also vulnerable... He wished he could comfort her.. She had been through a lot, her father was the only one left for her, she must feel like she like she was losing him.. Just like his mother too.. She didn't have a motherly bone in her carefully preserved body... He even felt guilty for spying on her. She'd get over it, she'd be okay...