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"Do you want to talk about it?" I say to her, gesturing for her to talk, and she shakes her head no.
"Okay. Well, I'm not going to force you to talk about it, so let's just talk about something else," I see Charlotte take a breath.
"So you never did tell me what happened with Mr. Winters," I see her grinning at me, and I roll my eyes.
"Oh, Mr. Winters? Well, let's just say it was an interesting time. He's a very, interesting person, who is good-looking," I look at the stars to not spill out everything.
"No way, shut up. You like him!"
"No, I didn't say that, I mean, sure. I bet he has a great personality, but he's on the little rough side," I rub my neck, trying to describe a way to fit him.
"Rough side? Honey, he can take me on the rough side, but you got to admit he is hot," I laugh.
"Ew, gross."
"Oh, come on, you know he's fine, admit it."
"Well, kinda," I look out the window again, trying to cover my flush cheeks.
"Come on, I know something happened. Tell me the whole story," The look of anticipation on her face killed me.
"Fine. I'll tell you. Mr. Winters was, okay. I mean, he was mysterious, but I don't get why everyone was so afraid of him, and you already know I kissed his mask. The rest of the time, I couldn't recall much because I was zoned out dancing in front of him. You know how I get when I'm dancing."
"I mean. It could have gone a lot smoother if I didn't have to distract him from my Dora the Explorer watch, it would have been easier. Also, he kept getting distracted, but once I got him mesmerized, he hooked on me. He couldn't keep his eyes or hands off of me, and I have the bruise on my ass to prove it," I chuckle, looking at the stars recalling that "special" moment.
"He did tip well, but I don't know how much. Plus, at the end of the dance, when I was leaving, I accidentally fell on his crotch, and let me tell you, his bulge was- " I looked over at Charlotte, and her eyes were wide open.
"No way! You kissed him! He doesn't let anyone kiss him, let alone touch him!" Her voice echoes in the whole parking lot.
"Shh, you're going to wake up the whole building," I see her grin.
"I knew you liked him," I knew she was teasing me, and I rolled my eyes."
"How the hell can I like someone who threatens to shoot me when I first meet him?" I see her eyes go wider.
"He threatened to shoot you? This tea just keeps getting hotter," I laugh.
"Yeah, not only that, but apparently, I'm not good enough for his ass. He called me garbage and then wanted me. I guess he likes trash," We both laugh.
"By the way, why the hell do you have a dildo in the compartment?"
"How the fuck should I know? It's yours. Why do you think there are two clean towels in the back seat," I see a confused look appear on her face.
"How the hell is that my dildo?" I laugh at her terrible memory.
"Since you decide to get drunk and try the fuck in my car when you can't hook up with someone. I just left it alone because I didn't want to go near that thing. I put clean towels in the back and pray that you don't get any on my seat."
"Is that why you have clean towels back there?"
"You think?" I roll my eyes, and she laughs.
"It's good to hear you laughing again," I see her face turn serious again, and she looks at her yogurt.
"I'm ready to talk now," I stiffen up more, ready to listen.
"It started when you left. You were doing your Mrs. America wave and pissing Rebecca off. When you left, I heard Rebecca talking to someone, pointing at me, and Jeff came over to me. I pulled him into the closet and asked him what the hell was he doing here, and he said I'm here to take you "home." I told him that we were over and that I didn't live with him anymore, and he said he wasn't talking about his place," I see her look at her yogurt and sigh.
"He said he was talking about MY place and that he took over my place and moved in with me, and I'm, like, all hell no. When I said that to him, he got possessive. He grabbed my arm hard and..." She takes a deep breath, and I see her eyes start to water.
"He pushed me to the wall and tried to touch up my skirt and said I was his. I grabbed a bucket, hit him hard with it, and ran outside towards your car. I saw you were still here yelling your music. So, I knew I was safe with you," I hug her, and she starts crying again.
"Charlotte, it's okay. I got you. You're safe with me, and we're nowhere near there now," I hear her snuffle.
"Thanks, Evangeline," It brings comfort to us both when we use real names instead of our stage names, but only outside the club.
"You ready to go up the apartment," I see her nod in approval.
"I'm done with my yogurt. Strawberry and Jeff don't go well together."
"Yeah, I'm done, too. I don't think peppermint and Winty don't go well either," I look at my yogurt disgusted.
"I mean, I'd take a peppermint Mr. Winters anytime," I see her wink playfully at me, and I roll my eyes and smile.
We then grab our stuff and get on the building's elevator. Charlotte watches me as I sit there silently, pushing the elevator's button.
We finally reach the main front desk floor, and we walk to the front desk.
"Hey Derek, what'd I get in the mail?"
"Hey Evangeline, you've got a package and two letters," Derek hands me the package and the letters, and I look through them.
One is a letter I don't recognize with my name on it, and the other one is a last notice letter. I open the other notice letter and read it.
"Hey Derek, do you have anything for me?" I see Charlotte bat her eyes flirtatiously at him.
"Hi... Hi Charlotte, you've hot... I mean, got a package too," They talk more as I read the rest of the letter.
"Derek, what the fuck is this?" I slam the letter onto the desk, and he jumps.
"Why the hell are you giving me an eviction notice when I paid rent this month."
"I'm... I'm sorry, ma'am, but I don't raise the prices of the rent. You'll have to talk to the owner about that," I can hear him going quieter as he spoke.
"You're the owner's brother, so you have a say in what goes on."
"I don't have full access-"
"If he thinks he can raise my rent and the only way to get it down is to fuck him, he's got another thing coming. Don't worry, Derek, thanks for the help. I'll talk to him tomorrow. Come on, Charlotte, you can flirt with Derek later," I grab the letter and all my stuff, and we head to the elevator.
"She was flirting with me?" I hear Derek say as I wave him bye as the elevator door closes.
"I can't believe you were flirting with Derek."
"Oh, shut up. I wasn't flirting. I'm still stuck on the fact you got to touch Mr. Winters. The fine man never let anyone touch him. Well, after the incident. Do you even know what happened?" I roll my eyes.
"Oh shut up, because I'm so special. It was just a kiss, and falling on his crotch was an accident, and no, I don't care what happened. I'm probably never going to see him again anyway. He wants to meet me again tomorrow at 8, but I'm not going," I see her grinning at me.
"Sure, it was an accident. I'd accidentally fall on him, too, Mrs. Winters. Shut up. He wants to meet you again. That means he likes you! You've got to go," I roll my eyes.
"What the hell did you call me? The day I become Mrs. Winters is the day I quit stripping. I'd rather be Mrs. America than Mrs. Winters." The elevator stops at our floor.
I walk out first with my back leaning backward and my face looking serious at the ceiling. Not looking where I'm walking, I walk in a straight line whilst waving.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Sorry, models don't talk whilst they're doing their walk," I wave like Mrs. America, and I hear Charlotte laughing.
"Oh, watch-"
"Sorry, I can't hear you-" I trip over something, and a sharp pain goes up my knee as it hits the ground.
"FUCK!" I look around to see what I tripped over.
"Whom the fuck, put boxes in the middle of the hallway," I pull up my pant leg to look at the damage.
A knee nearly bleeding. Well fuck, at least the boxes are in front of the door that is across from my apartment.
I heard the door next to the boxes open. I look up and see a strangely attractive man with a comb stylish black hair and glasses come out. He was wearing a nice light-blue dress shirt and casual light-brown dress pants like he was some fancy person.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were coming home tonight. Here, let me help you up," He helped me up, and I could feel his muscles against my arm. I couldn't help myself. I grab it and squeeze it.
"Damnn dude, you're strong as hell," Realizing I still had my hand on his arm, I took my hand off his arm.
"Whoops, sorry. I'm not used to someone picking me up," I see him smile, and I could feel myself blushing.
"That's okay. I'm just glad you're okay, and not hurt. I'm Evan," I see his hand held out to shake mine. I hesitate and shake his hand.
"Evangeline. Look, it was a pleasure to meet you, Evan, but I'm going to go in," Charlotte then butts me over, and I see her bat her eyelashes at Evan.
"Hi, I'm Charlotte," I see her shake his hand. I can hear them talking as I go inside and shut the door behind me. I take a deep breath.
I'm honestly glad that's over. Apparently, I don't deal well with hot guys, face-to-face, unless they're threatening me. What's up with tonight with me running into attractive guys? I turn music on my speaker to play throughout the apartment.
I go to my room and gather my stuff to, take a shower, plus a dinosaur bandage. Steam fills the room as I strip my clothes and hop into a hot shower, singing loudly.
The hot water beats on my back as the stress of the day washes away. The smell of lavender shampoo and vanilla body wash smells up the room as I scrub my hair and body. I quickly wash my face as I'm terrible at holding my breath, and let the hot water slowly drip down my body to wash all the soap off.
I make sure all the soap is off my body and dry off. Once I've dried off, I wrap the towel around me. I walk out and into the bedroom. I hear Charlotte's voice in the living room as I look through my drawers for underwear, a bra, and a set of pajamas. I can't find my white with blue diamonds pj's. I walk into the living room.
"Have you seen my-" I notice she's wearing my white pj's and talking to Evan. I look at him, and his eyes are wide looking at me.
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-End Of Chapter 3-
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