LOVING MITCHIE

Chapter Fifteen

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Stacie, George discovered, via his accountant that he gave several hundred thousands to settle the woman's bills.
He called her immediately, " How on earth did you get in such mess?"
"You mean how my sister was a lousy spender?" , she replied him
"I'll see what I can do" , he said in a tight voice.
"I told you I'd settle it myself" , she reminded him
"And I told you to think of it as a wedding gift"
"Thanks baby" ,she purred
He smiled,"You missin' me?"
"Yeh, but I've got the wedding to plan, so I've been busy"
"Let's do it here, in Vegas" ,he suggested
"George, come on. I have so many friends here" , she whined
"My friends are here and we'll live together. Besides, Mitchie is leaving"
"She is?"
"Yep. Got angry over a bunch of rubbish and I'm really sick of it"
He might be sick of it she was happy as fuck. It was about time.
"It might be for the best, you know" ,she said.
"Maybe"
She hung up with words of love. Her lawyers told her the debts would soon be paid off. George sure was a good choice. She could put up with him for a while.
Putting up with men had always been the story of her life. After losing her virginity at sixteen to one of her mom's friends as long as her mother stayed in money. She always felt irritated whenever a man touched her.
Go upstairs honey,Mr blah blah blah would like to talk to you.
Every fuckin' time. When the woman died, boy was she glad and free. Her sister, who had always been out of the country came back, turned out she was broke and was looking for what to score.
Aunt Ginger took them in, took care of them until she died. Stacie had a girlfriend, a masseuse named Stephanie. Turned out Stephanie knew plenty of places where tension could be eased. She sighed, it's been long. Really long. She needed a treat........

The next morning, Mitchie felt a little bad but she shrugged it off. There was so much to do, she started packing, met with her lawyers to get things in order. For a moment,  she wondered if this was the right thing. Maybe Stacie was the best for her father, maybe the woman did love George.
Maybe.
She picked up the phone to call her father's best friend, Constantine Azrala, in Miami. He retired a few years ago, from the army. For now, he just lived a quiet life. He was her friend too, basically taught her things she needed to know.
"Uncle Costa, how are you?" ,she greeted warmly.
"I'm good. At my age, I felt I should properly learn to bake Martha's chocolate cookies"
Martha was his dead wife, whom he held very dearly to his heart.
"Ooooooh, you're learning independence now, huh?" , she teased.
"Yeah, yeah"
A quiet, mild mannered man, tough too. He had one of the marriages that both partners grew old together, still in love until Aunt Martha died a few years ago.
"When last did you hear form George?" ,she asked
"Not recently, why?"
"Oh, it's nothing. This and that, I'm selling my share of Lucky's"
"Oh, it's nothing she says! What's wrong, sweetie? "
"Can I come see you?"
"When?"
"Say, the day after tomorrow"
"Anytime honey, I'm here for you"
"OK. Bye, uncle"
"Call soon, hmm?"
"I will. Bye"
How she missed him. Uncle Costa loved to talk about George and her mom. She stretched.  Being on her own sure was starting to feel exciting. She smiled and felt better. She could get a new property and investors. She could do it and she'd shove it in people's faces.

Paige woke up late, bathed and dressed beautifully, which she did a lot. Only that she had a few places to go. The first and only item on her agenda was a twelve o'clock meeting with the interior designer who owed Ryder a favor.
She arrived at the house, twenty minutes late. Punctuality was so not one of her attributes. Absolutely not.
The decorator was a woman, which irritated her, she hated dealing with most women. They either fawn over her because she used to be a top model or they hate her because she was beautiful.
But this woman was different. She was petite, slender, in her late twenties with a mass of red hair and a short gown, slit right to her upper thigh. She was businesslike and had crazy ideas. Her name was Perry Knapp. Paige began to wonder the kind of favor this woman owed Ryder Wheels.
"I want a lot of white " , Paige said. "White rugs, couches, make it modern. Oh, and I want plenty of mirrors. I like gray too"
Perry nodded, taking notes, suggesting things to her too. Paige agreed to most things. It would probably be a home for a few years.  Once she got famous,  she was totally moving on. She had no intention of sleeping with Ryder Wheels for eternity. Ewww.
For a moment,  she thought of Roland and sighed. He was really a great lay. Pity, he was a sore loser.
"Peach wallpapers would be great, yeah?", Perry asked.
"Uhn uh. Oh, I want a fur bedspread, something sexy" .
"I know exactly what you mean" , Perry smiled.
"Great".