LOVING MITCHIE

Chapter Fourteen

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Roland set his plan in motion. Talk to someone who was close to Ryder, get them to talk, preferably a woman. Woman always fall for him.
So, Lennie helped him with the perfect person for the job, Ryder's secretary.
He met her at a bar, of course, the meeting was arranged. She was pretty, on the short side and very curvy.
They got to talking and she made the first move. She kissed him, he kissed her back. He suggested they leave, she obliged. He took her to a hotel, got a room and went in.
It was like their moves were rehearsed, kissing, yanking off each other's clothes, then they got down and dirty.
Hours later, they were both in bathrobes, talking. She looked flushed, even after taking a bath, she was satisfied, she made it known to him. Best sex she'd ever had. Her name was Desiree, worked with Ryder Wheels, one of the richest tycoons in America as his personal secretary. He stood and ordered a red wine. After it was brought up, he got glasses, then she excused herself to go to the loo.
He slipped a pill into her wine and smiled. According to Alex, the organization's doctor, the pill was to make "a bit dizzy and very talky ", his words. He had seen Alex use it on a few people, and boy did they talk.
"Don't you look gorgeous? You're like sex on legs", she said, slurring her words a bit, sipping the wine too.
"I know, right?", he replied, giving her a lopsided grin.
"Well, you're better than those I've other guys I've been with. That was still the best sex of my life, unlike Ryder".
He laughed. Thank goodness she was talking.
" Ryder Wheels, my boss, prolly one na the howible men in da universe", she said, describing with her hands.
"He's the most lecherous maaaan in the world. So self centered, sweaty bastard. Oh! Did you know he was into porn? And drugs? To the public, the bastard is into olive and cotton, sometimes, the oil business", nodding her head vigorously, he thought she would break he neck.
"He's even been funding some people lately. He's been doing big transactions, I am guessing that he's bringing drugs into the country. Again! That insufferable bastard, the suppliers are in Europe, he made me meet them once or twice.......... Wait was it thrice??", she put her hand on her jaw. Then shrugged.
While she was trying to remember how many times she met the suppliers, he thought. No wonder he had so much money, drugs were a big business.
"Woah, he's that bad?"
"Uhn uh", she yawned and hiccuped. "Boy are they ugly, you know the Japanese. His name was uhhhhh, Hiko..... Miko something, wait, I'll remember, ah!", she clapped and pointed at him.
"Mr Hikoyoshi. Yep, and I heard something else, wanna know what it is?"
"Yeah, tell me"
"Gimme a kiss first", she said, puckering her lips. She looked funny, he did kiss her for a while.
"He has a beef with Mitchie Parrish, hates her because she his daddy in the balls", she howled in laughter. Roland chuckled too. This was old news, she should say something new.
"He tried burning down her hotel one time, he's really bent on bringing her down, or worse, killing her!". Now the lady was getting hysterical, he thought.
He looked on, the Parrish lady was in it. Ryder Wheels was batshit crazy, he won't stop until he brings her down. Yes, the Parrish lady was tough, she could protect herself but his gt told him she WS his responsibility. He would have to call her soon. Very soon.
Desiree was asleep, he needed to move. And fast

"I don't exactly give a fuck what you do!", George yelled.
" The fuck do I care what you think!", Mitchie screamed.
They had been at each other's throats for about an hour. An hour of accusations and insults.
"You can't run my life, I'm not your sweet baby girl that jumps to follow Daddy's orders. I won't work for you either", she raved. She glared at him steely. If looks could kill, he'd certainly be six feet under. He wanted to run things his way? Wanted to marry the bitch while his daughter worked her ass off? Daughter dearest was NOT standing for any of it. Hell to the no!
" We're partners, George. Half of this hotel is mine, I'm cashing in and I'm gonna run my life. Myself. So you either buy me out or we sell the hotel".
Man! George's mind spun, his kid had guts. Yes, he was mad but he admired her, she was smart. And tough.
"You want out? You got it. I'm not gonna hold you back. I'll buy out your share....... You do know that everything I own would be yours one day right?"
Tch, the lady really did bleach his brains. He was getting married. Everything dime he owned would go to Stacie.
"One more thing, Mom's house. I want to own it", she said.. Her jaw, set hard.
" Why??"
"I don't want you taking that woman there. It's the only place I consider home after Mom died".
What kind of shit was this? George thought.
" Fine, it's yours".
She was very businesslike with everything.. Not caring if it's her dad she was doing business with.
"Mitchie, why are we acting like this??", he asked wearily.
She just sighed and lowered herself into a chair...
" Soon, we'd be talking through lawyers", George muttered under his breath, after his daughter ignored him.
Mitchie just rolled her eyes, and scowled more... If that was possible.
When he got no response, he left her suite, terribly annoyed.
She sighed again, she did push him far this time.....

It was a routine and Trina knew it by heart. Drive to the hospital, find a parking space, chat with the receptionist for a while, take an elevator to the fifth floor.
Week after week, occupants of various beds seemed to change. She summoned a smile as she approached her father. She sat beside him for long, just talking about her life.
He had dementia, he barely recognised her. The only thing he ever asked her was," Where is my mother?"
Every time she left, she was always teary eyed and sweaty.
On a Thursday, at four pm, she arrived at the hospital, same floor as usual and found that her father's bed was empty.
The doctor held her hands and said in a deep voice, "We called you last night, and we dropped a message for you... I'm really sorry for your loss".
That did it... She shook her head, she didn't get the message... She was out, working.. Her eyes filled immediately as she pulled her hands from the doctor's.
" How... What do we do now??"
The doctor filled her in on what to do, she went back yo the reception, filled a few forms and dropped a fat cheque, before leaving.
Feeling numb, she drove out of the parking lot... She would try to put her life in order... If only Roland wasn't so busy with his job, she would have had someone tell her things were gonna be alright... Someone to advice her, and cheer her up...