Queen Of Night Stands

☆NIGHTERS CLUB 9PM☆

"Mitchell! Mitchell!! Mitchell!!!, is she the only one in this club" Walter, Nighters club director and president screamed out.

"We know she's not the only one, but she's the one we want. it's not like all four of us want to make out with her, all we need her to do is sing and dance for us. You know, entertainment" A VIP customer at Nighters club said.

"But Mitchell is not a worker here, she comes here whenever she wants and decides who to go with herself" He replied.

"Can't you help us persuade her" Customer ii said.

"She's just a VIP customer like you, and she's making me lot of money just by showing up in this bar. I get more customer because of her. So you can't expect me to tell her what to do" Walter said then started walking away. He collided with Ken, his assistant who had been looking for him for some while.

"Sir, Mr. Bluerose is here and he's demanding for Miss Mitchell" Ken said.

"Not again, But why Mr. Bluerose, We need to make this people know Mitchell is not our worker. Where's he I'll go explain to him" Walter said then started heading to the guest section to meet the person who has been demanding for Mitchell.

"Good evening Mr. Bluerose, I was told you requested for Miss Mitchell but I'm sorry to let you know that she has been absent for some days now, and she's not a worker here so we don't have any of her details. She only comes here whenever she wishes" Walter explained.

"We have other ladies who can satisfy you just has Mitchell would" he added.

"So you're telling me now that I can't get what I want" Mr Bluerose said furiously.

"Not that sir, Just that the person you want right now is unavailable but we have her replacement" Walter replied starting to get pissed off.

"I don't want her replacement, I want Mitchell herself and since you can't provide her, I'll just find my way out" Mr. Bluerose said and rose to leave when they heard noises from the regular section.

"Mitchell, Mitchell, Mitchell " people in the regular section started hailing as they spotted a young blonde haired lady in her early thirties walking into the club.

"Miss Mitchell is here sir" Ken said to Walter who hurriedly found his way to Mitchell.

"M...Mi.....Mitchell, Thank God you're here. Where have you been since all this days. Lots of customers have been asking for you" Walter said rushing his words but got no response. Mitchell walked into the guest section, sat down and remove her glasses before finally facing Walter to talk to him.

"How many clients do I have tonight" She asked crossing her legs.

"A whole lot of them, I've been under pressure since the day you stopped coming" Walter replied.

"But you know I can only go with one person"

"I'm aware of that, but there are four guys in the VIP section who are friends, they said they only need you for entertainment tonight".

"Entertainment? No, I'm not doing entertainment tonight. Who else is here" She asked.

"Mr. Bluerose here has been requesting to meet you" Walter said pointing to Elijah Bluerose who sat down back on hearing of Mitchell's arrival.

She looked at the tall at the tall, handsome tricenarian sitting across her and quickly made her decision.

"I'm going with him tonight" She replied.

"B..but there are still some guys in the vip and regular sections waiting for you" Walter stuttered.

"They can wait, I'm going with Mr.......(tries to recall his name) Mr. What again?" She asked facing Walter.

"Bluerose".

"Yeah, Bluerose" She stood up and walked over to Elijah.

"Mitchell Wimbledon is my name. And if it pleases God, it will be nice to meet you". She said before heading out giving Elijah the clue to follow her.

"If it pleases God huh, what kind of Weirdo is she" Elijah smirked before rising up to follow her.

☆BAILERS HOTEL 8AM☆

"Hmmm, I'm fucking tired" Mitchell groaned as she kept tossing and turning on the bed.

"Grrrrrrrn, the time says 8 O'clock " The table clock rang out.

"What" she jumped out of bed with her hair covering every part of her face.

"I'm so dead" she said then hurriedly moved towards the bathroom, she held the door handle and paused for a minute. Turned her head backwards and looked at the sound sleeping Mr. What again laying on the bed.

"Who smiles in their sleep" She muttered rolling her eyes before entering the bathroom to take her shower.

"Come to think of it, he's even more handsome while asleep" she thought while showering.

"Oh God I shouldn't be thinking of that. I'm already late for work" she hurriedly turned off the shower and rushed out in a bathroom towel.

"You're not the only one here you know, why are you in a towel in my presence" Elijah said walking out of the bedroom to the sitting room.

"I should be the one getting ashamed and you should be enjoying the view before you. Besides I thought you were sleeping" she replied dressing up in a rush. She quickly arranged her hair and carried her bag, picked her shoes with both hands and rushed towards the door.

"Hey, your money" Elijah said holding a bail of $1,000 in his hand.

"My service isn't for money but if you insist, I'll be collecting it some other time" she shouted back and rushed out of the hotel suite.

"Her service isn't for money?, why then is she doing this. This girl is weirder than I thought and somewhat interesting" he mumbled.

☆BELROSE GROUP OF COMPANIES☆

"So when should we be expecting Mr. President" Mitchell being the Director of Belrose Group Of Companies asked the newly appointed president's personal assistant Micah Jones.

"He'll resume work starting next week monday" Micah replied.

"Oh, that's in three days. I better get ready to meet him. Tell me, what kind of person is he. Is he hard to impress" she asked Micah who happens to be her close friend since tenth grade.

"Why should I be giving you info about my boss, don't tell me you want to hit on him" he gave her a mischievous look.

"Of course not, I just want to be on his good side and stop giving me that look" she pouted.

"He's a friendly person, that's all I can help you with" Micah said.

He arranged the books in the shelves and closed the laptop on the desk getting ready to leave.

"You're done?" Mitchell asked.

"Yes, you said you were going to help me arrange the office but you did nothing".

"At least it wasn't boring, I was here to chat with you".

"Well done and thank you" Micah dusted his clothes, carried his bag and headed towards the door.

"I'm leaving if you're not, but you'll have to because I need to lock the door" he said to her as she stared at every single thing that caught her attention in the president's office.

"Coming" she looked at the most expensive piece of artwork in the office for the last time before heading outside.

"So, see you on Monday " Micah said.

"Yes. Monday officially, bye Micah" she waved flashing him a smile. She watched him leave before heading to her office.

"I should hold a meeting" she said and started walking towards the lobby. She told the secretary to fix a meeting for all staffs by lunch break.

☆LUNCH BREAK, BELROSE MEETING HALL☆

"Good afternoon all, this meeting will be brief as its lunch break so you can go have your meal. I'll like to inform you that the newly appointed president will resume work starting from Monday, so I want to urge us to be of good behaviour. I heard he's the friendly type so let's try to get on his good side. That's all I wanted to say" Mitchell addressed.

"And please, no more gossiping during work hours" she added before she left the hall and the staffs also left to go get their lunch at the company's cafeteria.

Buzz Buzz Buzz, Mitchell's phone rang as she walked into the cafeteria

"Eomma (Mom), where have you been since yesterday" Mitchell's daughter, Lemon said over the phone.

"At work of course, I'm too busy lately" Mitchell replied walking over to the food counter.

"So when should I be expecting you at home".

"Maybe tomorrow " she picked some food into a plate and walked over to a table.

"WHAT, Mom" Lemon shouted.

"Daughter" Mitchell said.

"I've missed you".

"You what, you've never admitted that you missed me so why the sudden change"

"Nothing, Ehm Mummy"

"Yes"

"I need money, I'm craving apple pie but there's no money in my account anymore".

"Okay, I'll wire money into your account, I've to go now. Take care of your grandmother and tell your brothers to be careful. I love you"

"I love you too, bye" Lemon said then hung up.

"Who's that special person you're talking to that makes you look so happy" Micheal, Chef Jane who works at the cafeteria, son said.

"My daughter, Lemon" Mitchell replied placing her phone on the table to focus on her food.

"Oh, you too must be close".

"Yes, here is her picture. Aren't you also sixteen, you're of the same age" Mitchell said showing Micheal Lemon's picture.

"What, hahaha" he laughed.

"Why, what's funny?" Mitchell asked confused.

"Nothing. Me sixteen. Do I look that small?" Micheal asked.

"Wait, aren't you sixteen?" Mitchell asked.

"No, I am. I'm sixteen" he said then collected the phone from Mitchell to look at Lemon's picture.

"Wow, she's beautiful" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, you can say that again, she got her looks from me" Mitchell blushed.

"I can obviously see that, she takes after you" Micheal smiled already crushing on Lemon.

"Micheal, what are you doing over there" Chef Jane called walking over to Mitchell's table.

"I'm sorry Miss Mitchell, I didn't train my son well" she apologized.

"No it's nothing, I was enjoying our conversation anyways. My children are also of his age" Mitchell said and Micheal tried holding in his laughter.

"By the way, you cook for events right" Mitchell asked.

"Yes ma'am" Chef Jane replied.

"That's good, my children's birthday is coming up so how about you come cook at the party, you'll get paid".

"Alright ma'am, no problem".

"We'll talk about it later, I have to go now" she stood up and prepared to leave.

"And of course, you're invited to the party Micheal" she said.

"Really" he asked excitedly.

"Yes" she said then walked away.

"She said I'm sixteen mum" Micheal said to his mum laughing.

☆BROADWAY STREET, NEW YORK☆

"Granny, mum said she'll be home tomorrow" Lemon shouted out to her grandmother Lydia, who was in the kitchen.

"Your mother will kill herself with work" Lydia replied.

"I know right, I'm going out with my friends" Lemon said walking into the kitchen.

"Where to" Lydia asked stopping what she was doing.

"To the mall, they want to help me choose my birthday dress and the mask party outfit" she grabbed the cornflakes container and put some in a plastic bag.

"That's right, your birthday is next week"

"Yes, bye granny, I'm off". She put the plastic bag in her cross bag and headed towards the door.

"Bye darling, I'll wire money into your account just in case you see anything you'll like to buy" Lydia said giving Lemon a peck on her cheek.

Lemon walked out of the house, got on her bike and zoomed off.