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I finish showering and step out, smelling like Mr. Winters. I see two towels and a new toothbrush on the counter. I wrap the towel around me and brush my teeth using the new toothbrush. I step out of the restroom and see Mr. Winters sitting on the bed.
"Question. Why was I wearing pajamas instead of my dress when I woke up?" I see Mr. Winters staring at my dripping-wet body and not saying a word.
"Hello? Would you like me to go back to the restroom?" I see Mr. Winters stand up and walk towards me.
He puts his hand on my waist. His touch shoots lightning sparks from his fingers and up my spine. He pushes me so close to him that I can smell his delicious cologne and natural smell. With his other hand, Mr. Winters puts his index finger on my chin and his thumb on my lips. I stare into his smokey blue eyes, and he stares into mine as he glances at my lips and back to my eyes. The temptation of wanting him to kiss me is killing me. He's trying to tease me! I smile.
"Are you trying to tease me? Because you're not the only one who can tease," I grab his thumb that was touching my lips and put the whole thing in my mouth. I slowly remove it from my mouth as I look into his eyes seeing his eyes wide like he's shocked. As I get the tip of the thumb out of my mouth, I slowly lick my lips and grin. I hear the door slam open. I look and see an old lady rushing towards me with her arms open and giving me a big bear hug.
"It's been so long since he's had a woman in the house. Especially such a cute one. Ain't you adorable," She pinches my cheeks, and I see Mr. Winters still staring at me with lustful eyes.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but who are you? Are you his mom?" I hear her chuckle and smile.
"Intrupt? Well, aren't you a sweetheart? Winters pooh, you should keep her. I like this one and heavens no, but I wish I was his momma. I would be blessed to be his mamma any day. My name's Donita Southerman, but you can call me Donita, or Mr. D, or whatever suits you best. I'm Mr. Winters's nanny, cook, or whatever you need from me, sweetheart. I'll do it," I chuckle. I hear her gasp.
"Look at you. You're so skinny! You need some meat on them bones! I tell you what, I'll fix brunch while you get dressed, and Winters pooh. Keep an eye on this one. I have a feeling she's going to be good for you!" I see her wink at Mr. Winters. Mrs. D kisses me on the cheek, and I watch her leave the room.
I see Mr. Winters turn around, bend, and grab a cup of coffee off the stand. Damn, he has a nice ass. He hands me a cup of coffee.
"I know you're not you unless you've had your coffee in the morning," I smile at him.
"Thank you so much, Winty Pooh," I see him roll his eyes, and I chuckle.
"You're not gonna let that go, are you?" I chuckle.
"Nope," Mr. Winters gets closer to me and looks me in the eyes.
"If Mrs. D hadn't interrupted us, I would have taken you right now on this bed since you're conscious now," I look at the bed and look at Mr. Winters staring me down. I smile and take a sip of coffee. I start blushing, imagining the scene.
"So, where's my clothes?" I could tell Mr. Winters was smiling under his mask. Damn, I wish I could see that gorgeous smile again. I see him go to the closet and grab clothes. He hands me the clothes.
"A stripping bra isn't a bra. Plus, where's my dress from last night?"
"This is the only clothes available right now. I figured it would be better than a barf-covered dress, which will be done in dry cleaning in thirty minutes," I sit down and cover my face.
"I barfed on myself last night. How embarrassing," I hear Mr. Winters laugh. I see him sit next to me.
"That's not the only thing that you did. What do you remember from last night?" I look up at him.
"Last I remember, Stephanie kissed me, and then we went to you, and everything's black from there. I honestly thought you were mad at me last night," I see Mr. Winters's hand form a fist.
"She kissed you?"
"Yeah. It was gross. I just got done barfing, and she kissed me. It made me want to barf more. Anyways, what else happened?" I put my hand on his fist to calm him. I see his hand relax.
"After you blacked out, your sisters then came over and yelled at me. The best place for medical is at my place, so your sister convinced me to bring you here. Once you woke up and saw a bed, you tried to "seduce me" to have sex with me," I felt my eyes widen.
"Did we have sex?!" I hear Mr. Winters laugh.
"Oh no. I'd never take advantage of you like that," I cover my face from embarrassment. Thankfully. I would want to remember it if we did. I lift my head.
"It still doesn't explain why you're not mad at me anymore," I hear him chuckle.
"I finally got a meeting with Mrs. Waltons to disgust business, and she wanted to meet at a club. It's not usually a place to do business, but I agreed. You showed up, and I thought you were going to ruin everything. But, she texted me this morning and said the talk you two had in the restroom had convinced her to partner with us."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to almost ruin your business deal. I guess jealously got the best of me and-" I stopped talking and look at Mr. Winters. Shit. I just admitted I got jealous in front of him.
"Proceed," I hear him say, sounding intrigued.
"What do you mean to proceed? That's all. I'm not saying no more," I get up and try to walk away. Mr. Winters grabs my arm and stops me.
"Evangeline. Were you jealous because I was with another woman?" I say nothing, pulling one of his moves.
He stands up, towering over me, and looks into my eyes.
"What happened to were our own person?" I bite my lip, wanting to take my words back. I take a deep breath.
"You're right. We are our own person, but that doesn't mean we can't feel jealousy," I try to walk away, but he pulls me back to him and looks me in my eyes with his gorgeous smokey blue eyes. Damn, those eyes make my knees weak.
"I want you to be mine," The words hit my stomach, causing butterflies.
"Mine? You don't know anything about me," I grab his hand and put it on my chest.
"Until you find out what's in here, I think we should remain friends."
"What if I can't be friends."
"You're doing a good job at doing it now. If we get into a relationship, I don't want just sex. I want something real. Are you willing to sacrifice for something real? Are you willing to sacrifice what you're going to find out about me? What about sacrificing what I find about you? Why did everyone tell me to stay away from you? Why you're wearing a mask? I'm sure there's a good story to that. Are you willing to risk everything you know sweet and innocent about me? Are you even willing to risk your business with me? What's the press going to say when they see one of the country's most powerful men with a stripper? Hell, they'll have a field day with that. There are so many questions and things we don't know about each other," I hear Mr. Winters say nothing.
"I don't want your job or your life to get affected by me. So, until you're ready to give everything up for me, then I'd say we should remain where we are," I swallow a lump forming in my throat.
"Now, If you excuse me, I have to get dressed," I turn around, and a tear falls from my eye. I quickly wipe it away and grab my clothes. I feel my neck. I go to the mirror in the room and realize my necklace is gone.
"My necklace. Have you seen my necklace?"
"What does it look like?" I search on the bed, not caring if my towel comes off, or not.
"It's a pearl necklace with a green emerald hooked to it. I was wearing it last night. I couldn't have lost it already, Charlotte, and Violet just gave it to me yesterday for my birthday," I uncover the covers a see it lying there. I sigh in relief.
"Yesterday was your birthday?" Shit, Evangeline, why can't you just shut your trap.
"Yeah. It's nothing big. It's just a birthday. Are you going? Or are you going to help me get dressed again," I laugh, jokingly.
"It's tempting, but I have other things to do," I watch him leave the room. I look at my clothes and notice no pants.
"Hey, you didn't get me any pants," I hear to reply. I roll my eyes. I open Winty's closet and grab his pajamas that look the most comfy. I get dress and adjust the pj string to my size. Talking to Mr. Winters and hearing him say nothing about risking it all for me hurt. A lot, but if that's how he feels, then so be it.
I walk out of the room and see a long hallway. Damn, this house is huge. I walk down a giant staircase to the floor below. I see Mrs. D come up to me.
"There you are! I was wondering where you went off to. Come. Follow me to the kitchen," She grabs my arm gently and pulls me to the kitchen.
She sits me down and gives me a huge plate of food.
"This looks like southern food. Based on your rich southern accent and your cooking, I would say you're from the south?" I hear her laugh.
"Of course! Winters loves southern cooking. In fact, when he was little, he used to sneak out of bed every night and ask me to make one of my apple pies. Of course, I couldn't say no to him. I used to let him help me bake it, and the look on his little face when he first ate a bite warmed my heart. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have a job," I look at her confused.
"What do you mean by that?" I see her pour me some more coffee.
"Well, as the little ones got older, they didn't need me much. His mother and father fired me, but Winty Pooh said I could work for him as long as I wanted. Everyone may say he's a bad man, but deep down, he's still the same little boy who used to make pies with me every night," I smile at her, and she hands me cream for my coffee.
"How long have you known my Winty Pooh?"
"I've only known him for a couple of weeks," Mrs. D smiles at me.
"The way you two look at each other, I'd say you've known each other for months." I look at her, confused.
"What way is that?"
"Like nothing else matters as long as you're with them. I know love when I see it."
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-End Of Chapter 25-
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