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"If you two want to fuck, I would gladly love to watch, but I don't think this is the place," I slowly pull away from Mr. Winters's lips and laugh.
"You're going to have lipstick on your lips all day," I say as I adjust Mr. Winters's mask over his perfect lips. Mr. Winters laughs.
"It's worth it," I smile and straighten Mr. Winters's tie.
"I'm surprised we got evidence because that tape saved our asses," Stephanie smiles and gestures to Mr. Winters. I look at Mr. Winters.
"You did it?" Mr. Winters chuckles.
"I may have bribed the owners of the clubs to give me the tape, or I will buy them out," I roll my eyes and smile.
"Thank you," I whisper in Mr. Winters's ear as I hug him.
I squeeze Mr. Winters one last time before I watch him disappear out of the courtroom doors by getting surrounded by paparazzi.
"I know this perfect place to eat-"
"How did the paparazzi find us?" I interrupt Stephanie, and she smiles.
"You really don't know much about paparazzi, do you?" I shake my head. Stephanie chuckles.
"Well, reporters and paparazzi will go out of their limits to find a famous person. Especially Mr. Winters. The things Mr. Winters did in the last couple of days is a paparazzi's meal," I look at her confused.
"What things did he do?" Stephanie smiles.
"I'll tell you once we're in the limo," Stephanie wraps her arm around me and leads me out the doors. Everyone looks, taking pictures of Stephanie.
"Keep your head down. Don't make eye contact with them, and they won't recognize you," Stephanie whispers in my ear. I look at my heels and Stephanie's shiny heels as they click against the ground while we walk through the crowd.
"Mrs. Waltons! MRS. WALTONS! How do you feel about winning your hundredth case?!"
"MRS. WALTONS! Will your winning streak continue, or will the next one be your last?!" I hear a paparazzi man scream, and Stephanie stops.
"I can't speak much about this case because of court rules. What I can say is this case won't stop me from being my best and winning," I look at Stephanie smiling as cameras flash in her face, and she doesn't blink.
I look at the crowd, trying not to look them in the eyes, and a camera flashes in my face, blinding me. I tilt my head towards the floor, trying to recover my vision.
"MRS. WALTONS! Who is this attractive woman you have next to you?!" A reporter screams, and I hear Stephanie chuckle.
"This WOMAN is a very close friend of mine," I look up from gaining my vision back and see many reporters and paparazzi writing things down. Stephanie nudges me to walk, and we walk into the limousine as Donny holds our door open. I sit in a seat, and Stephanie sits across from me.
As Violet enters lastly, sitting next to me, I watch Donny close the door and walk into the passenger side, and the limo drives from the courthouse.
"So, tell me. What did Mr. Winters do?" Stephanie smiles at me.
"My, aren't you in a rush? Well, just recently, he donated a lot of money, which is going to cause paparazzi to swarm," I roll my eyes.
"Yes, I already know that, but what else?" Stephanie looks at me, puzzled.
"You already know? How?" I bite my lip.
"I was the one who told him to donate it. Yesterday, we had some time to spare after the court date, and he said, "What do you want to do? We can do anything in the world, my treat,"," I mock Mr. Winters in a deep voice.
"So, I scuffed and said, "Are you trying to spoil me? Because I'm not going to let any man spoil me. I mean, if you have all that money, why don't you donate some of it?" He asked me, "If I donate, then can I spoil you," and I said, "Maybe." He dared to say, "How much?" I looked at Mr. Winters, confused, not thinking he really was going to do it, so I came up with a random number. I said a million and a half, and that man said, "Where to?" So I said, "The orphanage,"."
"I nearly laughed because I didn't think he was going to do it. Until, he pulls into a nun's orphanage, whips out his checkbook, writes down two million, and hands it to the nun. I was SPEECHLESS, but not as speechless as all the nuns gathered around him as he was writing it down. That man had to audacity to give two million to an orphanage because he wanted to spoil me," I hear Stephanie chuckle, and I see Violet with wide eyes looking at me.
"Evangelien! Two million?!" I bite my lip, nervously.
"I didn't think he would do it!" I say to Violet. Stephanie laughs.
"I know. How dare Mr. Winters donate two million to an orphanage? I mean, what kind of person would do that?" I roll my eyes, and Stephanie smiles.
"You make me sound like a bad guy," Stephanie chuckles.
"So, how did he spoil you?" I look at Stephanie, wondering why she's asking that question.
"Well, as I sat in the car with my arms crossed, mad. I could tell Mr. Winters was smirking, enjoying every bit of it. He ends up driving me to a car dealership and buying me the newest Porche Unrus. I didn't know what the car was, or how much it cost until I saw him writing the check for it. I was so mad. On the way home, I told him, "Usually, when people spoil their girlfriends, they don't buy them a fucking car!" He just laughs and goes, "You need a family car. One that I can rely on not breaking down on you while you're driving with our son."," I mock Mr. Winters in a deep voice.
"I asked him, "What's wrong with my old car in the shop?" and Mr. Winters said, "Too many things to repair. Might as well as scrap it and replace it like I did," I was still mad, and he was enjoying it because he got to "spoil" me," Stephanie laughs and leans in close to me.
"Spoil you? Nah, that wasn't spoiling. If I had the money Mr. Winters has to spoil you, which I do, I would have bought you a whole city just so I wouldn't have anyone else to see your fine ass," I look away and clear my throat.
"Why would you do that for me?" Stephanie sits back and licks her lips while looking at me up and down.
"There are many things I'd do to you right now if your sister wasn't here," I look at Violet for help, and Violet shrugs her shoulders. Thankfully, Violet saves my ass again just by being here.
"Oh look, we're here!" I look out the window at the restaurant Stephanie has brought us. I haven't been here since Mr. Winters was shot in the parking lot.
The door opens, and I step out of the limo after Violet. Stephanie leads us into the restaurant. The staff runs around the place as one of the members leads us to a two-chaired table. I sit down, and Stephanie sits across from me. I smile as I see Donny pull a chair out for Violet, push her in, and sit across from her. My smile fades as I realize they're at another table next to us. I look at Stephanie, clearing my throat.
Her glistening brown skin glows under the light as her powerful brown eyes look into my green eyes lustfully and confident. God, this woman could get any woman with the snap of her fingers if she wanted to, and she's sitting in front of me.
"Why- Why are they sitting at a separate table?" Stephanie chuckles.
"Because I thought the love birds should deserve some time together. Plus, I wanted you all to myself," I pull the menu in front of me, trying to not look at Stephanie.
"What are you going to order, darling?" I clear my throat as her powerful brown eyes look into my green eyes.
"I- Uh- I think I'm going to go with the chicken parmesan," I say while looking at the menu, trying to keep her face from intimidating me.
"Chicken parm, huh? Sounds delicious," She says, biting her lip while looking at me.
I look at Violet, seeing her laughing while Donny's smiling big. Damn it, Evangeline. Do it for Violet. I clear my throat and look at Stephanie.
"So, what are you getting?" Stephanie grins as I take a sip of my drink.
"You, if you don't stop giving me those doll eyes," I choke on my drink.
"What?" I say confused. She looks at me seriously.
"I don't stutter, darling," She takes a sip of her drink and stares at me.
"I- I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not into you that way. Plus, Mr. Winters is my boyfriend, and I-" Stephanie laughs.
"Oh, I know, darling. You're not single, but if you were, I'd be hands deep in you right now in my bed," I look away, blushing.
"I thank you for the offer, but I must refuse," Stephanie chuckles.
"Well, aren't you sweet? Damn, Mr. Winters has you wrapped around his finger. What a lucky man," I look at her perplexed.
"What do you mean wrapped around his finger?" Stephanie smiles and shakes her head slowly while licking her lips.
"You don't know much about his dating history, do you?" I bite my lip, nervously.
"Only a little bit. I know Mr. Winters has dated a lot of women before me," Stephanie laughs.
"A lot? Oh, no, honey. He dated none, but he did go out with a lot of women if you catch my drift," I look at her and lick my lips nervously.
"Okay, if he went out with a lot, then what makes me special to not do the same to me?" Stephanie laughs.
"You don't see it, do you?" I bite my lip as I shake my head. Stephanie sighs.
"You're so damn cute when you're clueless. Rumors will be rumors about Mr. Winters, but one thing about Mr. Winters is true. Mr. Winters has good taste, and I don't blame him for keeping you. Rumors about him getting another woman every day were true, but other rumors such as him being a dangerous person in a dangerous field, well, I'd have to disagree," I look at Stephanie and swallow.
Why does it sound like she's trying to convince me that the rumors about Mr. Winters being in "a bad field of work" aren't true? Does she know?
"The other women he'd been with were really shabby. He hadn't been with a woman in a while until you came into the picture. You'd think with all the time you've spent together recently, you'd know him. A fine piece of ass like you, hell, I'd spend the rest of my week with you, too," Stephanie says, trying to change the conversation.
"What do you mean to spend the rest of the week with me?" I ask, still puzzled. Stephanie laughs as she shakes her head and licks her lips.
"He left three days early, saying he had business to tend to. You, he meant. He didn't go home to you, did he?" I look at her in disbelief. No. Mr. Winters wouldn't lie to me. Would he?
"H- He didn't come home until his full week was up. I don't understand. He said he was supposed to be there all week. Do you know where he was if he wasn't there?" Stephanie shrugs her shoulders.
"Beats me, but if I were to guess. His usual routine was to go to a club, or a strip club after a business trip," My eyes widen. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.
"How's it going with Mrs. Waltons?" Speaking of the devil. I bite my lip, reading the text from Mr. Winters under the table.
"Please don't leave me alone with her again," I send to Mr. Winters.
"I can stop everything and come get you right now," A smile forms on my face, thinking of him carrying me away in his arms. I don't think Stephanie's telling the truth, could she?
"Is that lover boy?" I look up at Stephanie.
"Lover boy?" I say confused.
"Mr. Winters, of course," I fake smile at her.
"Oh, yes. It's Mr. Winters," I feel my phone buzz.
"I'm on my way," I look at Stephanie worried, reading the last text from Mr. Winters. I didn't get a chance to respond.
"Mr. Winters says he's on his way," I say, and Stephanie smiles.
"Perfect! He can join us for lunch!" She takes a sip of her drink. I don't like how this is going to go.
Stephanie smiles big as she looks past me.
"Mr. Winters! It's so nice for you to join us. Please, pull up a chair!" I look behind me, seeing Mr. Winters's chest, standing over me.
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-End Of Chapter 50-
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