LOVING MITCHIE

Chapter Thirteen.

Dedicated to Alphacrescendo
Her father didn't call for weeks so she called him. She swore she wasn't going to call him but the manager at Lucky' said something about a deal they had made, the lawyers were going gaga on him. His words.
Furiously, she called him in LA.
"The deal is off, George. We've blown it", she said into the receiver, coolly.
"Maybe it's for the best. At my age, it was probably a wrong idea to have made in the first place"
Say what?! Kill me now!
Suddenly George was OLD. And he was admitting it. What did the bitch do him? Bleach his brains?
"What are you talking about? We've...... We always wanted this ", she said as her voice broke.
" Dreams change, kid. We will talk when I get back.
"When?"
"Another week or two. Hang in there for your old man".
Old man, my ass!
This wasn't  her father, he had changed. What would she do? She couldn't make a move without him. She was doing great when he was in prison. If he was going into this marriage, she...... She couldn't think what would happen but then, the thought of being alone appealed to her.
She. On her own. She built Lucky's on her own, she could do better. She owned half of the shares of the hotel.
She sighed wearily. That would mean selling the hotel and splitting the money.
Yes, he had other investments, his companies, holdings and others, he would never sell the hotel, she was sure of that.
In that case, he would have to buy her out. She had a life too. There was no point staying around  while Stacie bitch was in the picture. Mitchell was entitled to a life too....

Roland was back at his house, more determined the ever. Ryder got himself into something quite stupid. Hell, that man was inna lot of mess, coupled with the fact that hatred burned deep inside of him for Mitchie Parrish. He had an hunch that Ryder was planning something for her. He checked his messages, Trina had called five times, the Parrish lady called once.
On impulse,he dialled her number. For some reason as on, he felt like speaking to the black eyed girl.
"Sorry, the suite us unoccupied", the operator replied him.
She lived there, basically.
"Her name is Mitchie Parrish. Sure you know where she is"
"Miss Parrish has been out there for town for weeks now"
"Oh OK. Thanks"
The operator disconnected him.
Shit! He needed to see her, where did she go? Other than for work purpose, he wanted to see her, she was fun.
His keyhole rattled as his right hand went to his gun in defense. Who could be barging into his house?
Aaaaaaand it was Trina, looks good disheveled as ever, he looked at her strangely, wondering what happened to her..
"Roland Leonardo Golden, where on earth have you been? ", she cried out.
Normal Trina was manageable. Hysterical Trina was a major pain in the ass.

" I have to go back to LA", George said.
"Why? You have people to run things for you, don't you want to stay with me? "
Yes he loved staying with her but he felt guilty about Mitchie. She was angry at him so he did the call her, he would deal with her in person.
Living in Stacie's house was freedom from reality, from responsibilities. He surrounded himself worth lawyers, accountants that ran things for him. Besides, Mitchie watched over everything. The kid was smarter than most men. He felt sorry for disappointing her. He just didn't want to involve himself in new projects for the time being. As old as he was now, he felt he needed more than just a regular lay.
He needed fun, and a woman to return to in bed when he got back from work. Mitchie would understand, he told himself over and over.
"I have to finish a few deals. We'll  leave tomorrow "
"I can't leave, George", she muttered.
"Why not? "
" You see, when my sister passed...... ", she paused, "I didn't want to get you involved in this, she left a financial nightmare. I've been trying to pay it and.....", she lowered her eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me?! Hell's bells, woman! We're together, we're gonna get married soon! ", he said, angrily.
" It's mine to deal with, George. Thanks for your concern ", she said.
" You're mine now, your problems are mine too, when I get to LA, my accountant will meet with yours and we'll put things straight, okay? "
" George, she whined.
He hugged her, "It's okay, consider it a wedding gift."
She didn't think it would be that easy. She tensed a bit when his hands fondled her breasts.
What he didn't know was his touch was suffocating unlike a woman's touch. Inwardly, she was irritated, she  succumbed outwardly. She couldn't wait till he left.

Mitchie got called that he was back. She packed and was at the airport in two hours. They need to do some serious talking.