“I don’t even know what she looks like,” I grunted, staring down at the scribbled address wondering what kind of bar the Pink Pussy Cat and what the fuck I did in life to deserve this shit.
Mia looked at me for a moment before turning around and grabbing a picture frame off her dresser. She held up the framed photo of her and what I assumed was Lauren. I dropped my eyes to the picture of the two girls, my eyes zeroing in on Lauren.
Big crystal blue eyes, framed by thick black rimmed glasses, stared back at me. She had a killer smile, perfectly straight white teeth, framed by full pink lips and a cute tongue since she was sticking it out the side of her mouth. Her black hair framed her face in waves, a stark contrast to her bright blue eyes. She was pretty, hot even, if you’re into the girl next door type. Or nurses. I wouldn’t mind being her patient.
I lifted my eyes back to Mia’s and handed her back her photograph before turning around and pulling open the door.
“Are you going to go get her?” Mia called over my shoulder. I ignored her, and brushed past Maria who was scowling at me from the bathroom door.
“Got lost on your way to the john?” She asked, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently.
“No, when you wouldn’t hold my dick for me I thought I’d test my luck with your daughter’s roommate,” I smiled, glancing over my shoulder at Mia. “Thanks, babe,” I winked.
“What? No! I didn’t…” Mia stammered.
These Bianci people were a pain in my ass but they sure were fun to fuck with.
I turned around and shoved my finger in front of Maria’s nose.
“I’ll be back. Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
“Where are you going?”
“To pick up your damn daughter, because someone upstairs…” I pointed my index finger to the ceiling. “…wants to keep fucking testing my patience with you people.”
It was her turn to shove her accusing finger in my face.
“You’re going to the hospital to pick her up? Just…don’t talk to anyone. I’m warning you, you better behave yourself and not embarrass her. Lauren has worked very hard to get where she is and the last thing she needs is some scoundrel like you, messing things up for her with your crude mouth and poor manners,” she said.
Was this bitch serious?
“I’ll try not to piss on the floors of the hospital and promise not to pick my nose in front of any hotshot doctors,” I sneered, shaking my head in disgust.
She should only know how deep my manners go.