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I clear my throat, "Why would you want to know about that?"
"I saw the look in your eyes when I held up that belt last night. It was like you've done it before. You asked me a question, and now I ask you this. Who was he?"
"Isn't that getting a little too personal?" I reply, trying to escape the question.
"You've just asked me how many donuts I can stack on my dick. Plus, you're sitting in a tub, naked with me, on my lap while my dick is trying to make it's way up your thighs. I don't think we can get any more personal than that, love," I smile.
"Okay, fine! We'll play a game where you ask me any question, and I'll answer truthfully, but in return, I get to ask you any question, and you have to answer truthfully, too. No matter what, we both can't get mad at the answer, deal?" Mr. Winters's staggering smile forms on his face.
"Deal," He replies.
"Pinky promise?" I hold out my left pinky, and Mr. Winters chuckles as he connects his pinky to mine.
"Pinky promise," He says. I kiss his pinky, and he looks at me, confused. He grins as he kisses my pinky and licks it.
"Ew! Get your sinful tongue away from my pinky!" I remove my pinky from his as he laughs.
"You start," I say.
"Tell me about your ex?" Mr. Winters asks. I sigh.
"His name is Nicholas. To put it short, he was a psychopath. My earliest memories of meeting him, were when I was five and he was seven. My mother and his mother were best friends. He became best friends with my brother while I hated his guts because he and my brother used to pick on me. In high school, a few guys were picking on me, and he fought them off and won. After that, we became close. He was protective and sweet, and we started to fall for each other. We officially started dating after I graduated high school when I was 16 because my dad said to me, "If you're going to ruin your life with that boy, then do it after high school, until then, you're under my house, and my rules. Remember, if you marry a dumbass, you're going to have dumbass kids," and so I did what any teenager would do. I snuck out with him before I was allowed to," I sigh, bracing myself for what comes next.
"It wasn't until after I got accepted to college that he started to change. He used to punish me by tying me to the bed. I'll admit it was kinky, and I loved every bit of it, but I didn't realize until later on that he was manipulating me. He got into a bad crowd and dragged me in with him, and he completely changed. He broke anyone's arm whoever looked at me, and yelled at me for looking at a guy even if was someone like a male cashier. It was hard to escape, but I managed to do it before it got worse," I clear my throat, thinking of those bad memories.
An angry expression washes over Mr. Winters's face. I cup his cheek, bringing his eyes to look into mine.
"Remember, you can't get angry," I lean in and slowly kiss him on the lips. I let go of his face and lean back.
"My turn. Tell about the other women you've been with," Mr. Winters sighs deeply.
"Okay, I'll be honest with you. I haven't dated a woman since my high school years, but I've been intimate with many women. I've lost count after countless times. It wasn't anything like us. It was just one-night stands and hookups," I furrow my eyebrows. He says it so fucking casually like it was an everyday thing.
Mr. Winters raises my head to make my eyes look into his, "Remember, you can't get mad, love," I roll my eyes. Fucking screwed by my own rules. I sigh.
"You're right. I apologize. It's your turn, darling," Mr. Winters chuckles and smiles his tasty smile. If I had to say, he likes my jea ousy. Of course, he would that little bit-
"What was your childhood like?" Mr. Winters says, interrupting my thoughts.
"Oh, that. It was embarrassing. Picture this, little Evangeline with glasses, a total nerd. To start out, with school, I skipped two grades of elementary school, starting in second grade at the rightful age of six. Crazy, right? My dad thought it was wise to start me and my brother in second grade because we were the smartest kids in school. I mean, literally, the smartest kids. Me and my brother were two nerds who had straight A's and knew all the answers to each question. My brother was a troublemaker, as always, and used to fight the fights with the upperclassmen, aka the fifth graders. It was really funny to watch the fifth graders get their asses kicked by my brother because they would think they were tough by picking on us until my brother fought them off. My brother and I were so close together. We always stuck by each other's side and never left," I swallow the lump in my throat.
"When I was seven, my mother died in a car wreck. It really took a toll on my family because my mother was the one who watched us and always made sure my brother stayed out of trouble. It really affected Violet because she was the closest to my mom. With my mom out of the picture, my Dad had to get a night job as a nurse to support our family, and Violet basically babysat us because she's the oldest. My family was never rich, but we weren't desperately poor at times, so we basically lived in a broken-down house that was only heated by the oven and a small fireplace. My dad did all he could to support us when my mom died."
"Anyways, cut to middle school, I was still a nerd. My brother and Nicholas became closer, and my brother basically cut me out because he and Nicholas were fooling around with girls. That's when Charlotte and I officially became sisters, and she started spending more time around our house because her Dad was a drunk and she didn't have a mom. We may have met in elementary school, but my Dad always welcomed her with warm arms like she was his daughter because he was that kind of person. When High School came, me and my brother connected again, and when my father would go to work at night, all four of us, Nicholas, Charlotte, my brother, and I, would sneak out of the house and ride the bikes we stole to go somewhere. Charlotte and my brother used to flirt with each other a lot, they basically had crushes on each other, while Nicholas and I used to hand under the bridge at the lake. Boy, did we all get in trouble with Dad when Violet told on us," I chuckle, smiling at the good memories. I sigh, knowing this next part is going to be tough.
"As you know, me and Nicholas started dating and running off together during high school, while Violet moved out to Canada and married dumbass Dave. But after, that's when things started to crash. Violet always said I was a smart cookie because I graduated high school early. After high school, I got accepted to college, and Nicholas and I ended things, which was tough, but I had to for good reasons. My brother... he started to take off. It started as days... Then it moved to months... and then, it moved to gone," I look at the water, thinking back.
"There were many countless nights I went searching for him and asked everyone I knew about him, but there was no trace of him. I graduated college which my Dad paid for with all the scraps, and savings he had. I had gotten a job as a stripper because I wanted to dance, and it made a lot of money. My Dad supported me no matter what I did. On my birthday, I went out with Charlotte and Violet to celebrate my birthday, and when I came home, my Dad.." I take a deep breath and lay my head on Mr. Winters's chest.
"On my birthday, he was murdered. I found him on the floor, dead. I was devastated. His death affected me so much because I was the closest to him. After that, Charlotte and I moved into a lovely little apartment together where we both worked as strippers. My brother was gone, completely, with no sign, or trace of him, so it was just me and Charlotte against the world. Until I met you. Then, things in my life started crashing down into glory," I wipe the tears off Mr. Winters's chest that spilled out. There was a lot I didn't want to mention to Mr. Winters because I knew he would get mad."Sorry, I didn't mean for it to be really emotional," Mr. Winters lifts my chin and wipes my tears off my cheek.
"Childhoods can be tough," I smile.
"What was your childhood like?" Mr. Winters clears his throat.
"My childhood? I didn't have much of one. I was born in South Korea. The day after I was born, my father moved him and me to Canada because our industry is located here. My father remarried, and two years later, my brother was born in Canada. When I was four, I was sent to Japan for schooling because my father wanted me to have the best education in the world. Two years later, he sent my brother over to have the same education. During, my whole schooling, my father stayed in Canada. He only connected with us by messages, or when he was on a business trip. When I was thirteen, as the male first spawn of the Winters family, I was forced to take action and join The Raven's Mafia. It was then that I traveled the world, having to learn multiple languages, starting the prophecy of my mask, getting famous, starting my multibillion statues, and killing my first person. After Upper Secondary school, which you call High School, I went to college in the United States for a master's degree in business school while studying law and physics, earning my Juris Doctorate in law. During that, I started my own company, product lining, and buying businesses to extend my status," I hug Mr. Winters with so many mixed emotions floating in my head.
By the look on his face, as he was telling it, he needed the hug more than me. He could have worked as Violet's lawyer the whole time?! His childhood was rougher than shit. He was born and forced into business. Why is there a lot missing from the childhood? I don't know who to believe when Stephanie's words ring in my ears.
"I know it was a lot, and hard to say, but I'm glad you told me. It's okay to share your emotions and to feel them," I kiss his lips, and our lips collide together as one.
"I think that's enough emotional and personal questions for today. We should finish our bath so we don't get any more pruney," Mr. Winters chuckles at my response.
"I'd get pruney with you any day," I roll my eyes as Mr. Winters reaches for the body wash and a loofah.
"Stand up," Mr. Winters demands. He watches my every move as I stand from the water.
"You know, it's my turn to ask a question," I say as Mr. Winters's eyes continue to stick to my body.
"What's your question?" He puts his hands on my waist and brings me towards him.
"What's your full name?" Mr. Winters chuckles, not taking his eyes off me.
"My full name is Cole Winters. Now, hold still. I don't want to miss an inch of you," He says as he examines each curve and hair of my body.
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-End Of Chapter 53-
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