Mindy placed the phone down partially shaking as Pete stared her down. He walked to the counter quietly.
"C-C-Can I help you?" Mindy gave a small half smile unsure at what would happen.
"Withdraw your complaint." Pete told her calmly "No. Withdraw your complaint and apologize."
"For?"
"How about for...constantly nagging someone to fuck you when they in fact don't like you?" Pete grinned "Or about how you're a horrible gossip who likes to spread lies and destroy reputations?"
A few people sitting in the waiting area slowly looked up at the scene unfolding, three women and one man. One woman held her shades down to get a better view, mainly at Pete's ass though, yummy.
"Lets talk about you apologizing for nearly getting three staffers fired from your lies, or for always glamming onto rich guests and men who have no interest in you. Sucking their twenty dollar cocks until they're dry, God." Pete said rubbing his forehead "How about for pissing on someone's bed? My bed?"
"That was-
Pete held his hand up, she had no right to stop him, once he had to say his part then and only then could she have her turn (or half of one if it weren't bullshit).
"And most of all...for popping gum when someone's inside you. Who the hell chews a pack of Hubba bubba during sex? You sound like a goddamn dog smacking it's lips on peanut butter."
Some of the guests tried their best to hide their laughs, but it was too hard to contain. Everyone was looking at Mindy who had no words, had no reactions, not even to answer the phone which was ringing.
"Pete-
"No, get rid of the fucking complaint." Pete said this low in a dark tone that sent chills down Mindy's spine. Pete turned to the guests and smiled innocently as if nothing in the world were wrong.
"I apologize for our rude behavior, please accept some complimentary spa packs via our lovely clerk on your way out from your appointments, and a free massage of your choice tomorrow morning."
The guests clapped, they did enjoy a drama as well as free tickets to another show. Pete turned to Mindy.
"Um, yes, I'll have it put in right away." Mindy tried to smile, but it fell quickly.
Pete didn't say anything else, but walked away. Mindy had never met "this" Pete, his anger was something he had stored inside, but once release it could even scare Anna. Mindy fanned herself with her hand before sitting back down on her chair.
Mindy started to type once more, it was to Anna. She was removing a certain complaint.
Pete was still pissed, and he couldn't think straight if he was angry, he needed something to focus on besides Mindy and the complaint. So when he found Valerie down the hall he felt a small relief.
"Hey Pete." Valerie smiled "Things go okay with Min-
"I need to talk to you...alone." Pete went into a nearby storage closet, there were a few boxes stacked up in the right corner, probably full of cleaning supplies (or vibrators, the maids were always sporting those through the halls).
"What's the urgency?"
"I feel like I'm about to snap." Pete paced back and forth in the small room. Valerie sighed, she knew about the "other" Pete, the one that could take a shot at anyone who looked at him sideways, sometimes at inanimate objects.
As Pete paced, Valerie thought about the first time she saw him, not met, but saw. Currently Pete was seen as Grant's nurse, his handsome, sweet assistant, who always lent a caring ear. But before he was the good guy, he had anger management issues. Not necessarily a bad boy, but the guy who had no intentions to be good or bad. He did what he wanted all throughout life.
Pete's mother was a shabbily dressed sadist, who could only point out other peoples' flaws, but never her own. She was a school teacher, and his father a shy, quiet, city worker. He would never stand up to his wife, fearing a verbal lashing. Pete learned to ignore his mother, bend rules or break them.
He had a party phase, which got him a lot of cute girls, all of whom he left heartbroken. He felt absolutely nothing for the people he hurt emotionally, due to his mother not caring about who she hurt. It all came to a halt when his father died. Nothing much, a simple man with no real desires, passed away and he was left with a cruel shrew.
Pete's father was the only person who cared, actually showed an interest in him. And that was the crack in his foundation. By the time he got to the Felt, Pete was just rage and bitter confusion. Anna met him at a party which he played the part of a waiter, he grinned quite nicely, believable, nearly real. He had various jobs which he either quit or was fired from usually having to do with violence.
The first day at the resort, Pete got into an argument with an unruly guest who would not take no for an answer with the female guests and staffers. He broke the man's wrist, his jaw, and bruised a few ribs.
The second day was better, instead of hitting a guest he hit a wall, it cost him of course. And day by day, Pete grew to like the people in the resort, love them, he became kinder, putting away his fury to accept joy.
And now his joy was being sucked away by a selfish, gum-popping, skank.
"What do I do?" Pete groaned pacing the room "I basically threatened her...in front of guests, I tried covering it. I think they bou-
"Calm down." Valerie placed her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Tell me what happened." Pete quickly spoke of his small explosion a few minutes ago. Valerie only listened and nodded as he finished.
"Focus on me." Valerie's eyes never left his.
"I don't know know." Pete paused "I'm still heated-
"Good, then you have energy to spare. Stress relievers are the best." Valerie tugged at her skirt, but Pete stopped her. He picked her up placing her on the stack of boxes. "Don't you usually like the back door entrance?"
Pete smiled "You can be my exception." He moved his hands over her skirt pulling it down in one swift tug. He rubbed the soft fabric covering herself "Why do you wear thongs?"
