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"Are you ready yet?" I stare at Mr. Winters in my mirror, wearing a grey dress shirt with brown dress pants, covered over with a black pea coat, and a pair of black dress shoes. I smile.
"Me-ow. Don't you look good," I wink at him, "Is that your casual outfit? Why don't you wear any color?" Mr. Winters laughs as he walks towards me. He leans on the back of my chair as I put on blush powder.
"Color isn't my style. Plus, is it not my turn to ask questions?" I smile big and chuckle as I put on mascara.
"Okay, then ask a question," Mr. Winters eyes all the makeup I have set out on the table.
"Why do you wear makeup? You're already beautiful to me," I roll my eyes.
"Isn't it obvious? I use it to get other guys' attention," I say sarcastically.
"You fucking better not. I'll kill a man if he tries to take you from me," Mr. Winters's face scowls, and I laugh.
"I'm just kidding, love. I'd never do that to you. I woke up with a pimple on my cheek, and I'm trying to cover it up. Plus, wearing makeup makes me confident," Mr. Winters looks at my face, holding it with his hand.
"Where?" I roll my eyes and point to my bottom lip.
"I don't see it," I smile.
"Get closer, and you'll see," He leans in. I remove his mask and kiss his lips.
"There. You made it better," Mr. Winters smiles his gracious smile and pulls me in for another kiss.
"I think it was already perfect," Mr. Winters says, staring into my eyes.
I look at my makeup, trying to recall, what step I was on while my cheeks turn red. I hear Mr. Winters laugh.
"You still blush at everything I say, even after all we've done," I roll my eyes and pick up my lipstick.
"That's a nice coat there, be a shame if someone stole it," I say as I put the lipstick on.
"Indeed, it is a nice coat, and yes. You can have it. I don't know why you bother to have your clothes in our closet when you always steal mine?" I laugh, finishing putting on my lipstick.
"Probably because it smells like you," I grab the collar of his coat and kiss it, leaving a lipstick mark.
"There, now it's officially mine," I pull Mr. Winters close to me and kiss him on the lips, "You are, too," A grin pulls on Mr. Winters's lips.
"Are you claiming me?" I roll my eyes at Mr. Winters's words.
"Is it not that obvious? Let me be more... clear. Your clothes, mine. Your monstrosity dick, mine. Your perfect chiseled ass body, mine. Your sinister smile, mine. Your cuts and scars, mine. Your breath-taking smokey-blue eyes, mine. Your luscious lips, mine. Your cold-warm beating heart, mine. Every part of you is mine. There isn't anything you can do about it."
"Oh really? What makes you say that?" He replies.
"Because you're my boyfriend, so I claim you," I grab a pen.
"Let me see your arm," He extends his arm, and I grab it, rolling up his sleeve. I write my name on his arm in a rose petal and draw vines and leaves around it.
"What is that?" Mr. Winters laughs, questioning my art skills. I roll my eyes.
"You'll see when I'm done," I draw mini flowers next to the vine.
"There! Finished! It would look better if it was done by a professional, but it'll do for now. Now you have my name under the palms of your hands," Mr. Winters chuckles and grabs the pen.
"My turn," He pulls down my robe, revealing my chest, and starts drawing on the top of my boob.
"What are you drawing? If you pull down the robe to look at my boobs!"
"Shh. You'll see when I'm done. Plus, I needed inspiration," He says as he drags the pen on my skin.
"Damn, drag that pen any harder, and it'll be a tattoo," He laughs.
"I'm barely pushing on it, plus you wrote harder on my arm," I roll my eyes, and he backs away.
"Done," I look in the mirror and smile, seeing a red heart with "C. Winters" written in black ink inside it. I jump on him and hug him tightly.
"I love it!" He chuckles.
"Good because later I'm going to get yours tattoed on me," I pull back, looking at him with wide eyes.
"Don't you dare! It's terrible! If you're going to get a tattoo, get something that's actually beautiful."
"What? Like your face?" I roll my eyes and walk to the closet.
"Stop being cheesy and help me pick a dress to wear today," I grab a blue and a red dress and hold both of them up.
"Blue," I roll my eyes.
"I think red will work better," I drop my robe, and Mr. Winters's eyes darken as he watches my every move of putting on the dress.
"My ass is too big," I say as I try to shove the dress over my buttocks, "MY ASS IS TOO BIG! Don't just stand there. Help me shove this dress on," I say to him as he stands there, watching me in my lingerie.
"Nope. If I get anywhere near your jiggly ass, we're not going to make it to the airport today. I told you to wear the blue dress," I roll my eyes and step out of the red dress.
I grab the blue dress, sliding it on perfectly. I grab my brush and yank at my hair, combing it.
"Don't take your anger out on your hair," He grabs the brush from my hand and spins me around, combing my hair.
"I know you're angry, but your hair should take damage because you can't wear the red dress," I sigh.
"It's not that I'm angry I can't wear it. I'm angry because I can't fit the red dress because my body keeps growing. That red dress was my favorite," Mr. Winters chuckles as he combs my hair into a high ponytail, "How do you know how to make a ponytail?"
"It's elementary. It's about the only hairstyle other than, braids, and pigtails I know. As the oldest, you're expected to take care of your siblings, and one of the things I had to do was do my sister's hair before school," I look back as he finishes my ponytail.
"I didn't know you had a sister," Mr. Winters chuckles as he holds out a black and blue bow.
"You never asked. Now, which bow do you want?" I roll my and pick up the black bow.
I turn around, and he puts in my hair. I walk over to the closet and grab my suitcase.
"I had your suitcase packed this morning, so we can grab it and go."
"What if I don't like the clothes you've packed?" I reply, and Mr. Winters chuckles.
"Trust me, love. You will."
"Okay, but before we go," I grab his tattoed hand all bruised and cut, "Your hand just healed from last time, and you already broke the cut again! What did I say about telling me when you're hurt?! You tell me, and I'll doctor it up. What happened?" Mr. Winters sighs deeply.
"It's not your turn to ask a question," I roll my eyes.
"Uh, yes, it is," I say as I pull his hand into the broken bathroom.
"No, you asked how I knew how to do your hair, so it's my turn," I roll my eyes.
"Fine, but I still want to know," Mr. Winters chuckles as I doctor his hand.
"You will when it's your turn to ask a question."
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I tap my fingers against the dash in a rhythm as Mr. Winters drives.
"You've been drumming that same tune for the past couple of days. What song is that?" He asks.
"It's called Moonlight Sonata by Ludwig Van Beethoven. I only know how to drum the first three notes, but it's a beautiful song," I pull out my phone and play the classical song.
"Hmm, interesting song," I roll my eyes.
"I can tell by your facial expression that you didn't like it."
"I thought it was okay, but it's a little depressing for your style isn't it?" Mr. Winters replies. I roll my eyes.
"Depressing? You should have listened to the music when I was in high school," Mr. Winters chuckles.
"Sounds tempting, but I think I like the Evangeline now instead of the rock punch Evangeline in high school," I chuckle, and it hits me.
"How the hell do you know I was rock punch in high school?" Mr. Winters grins.
"I know everything about you," I roll my eyes.
"Everything? Is that why you keep a file on me?" He looks at me sternly.
"You've been snooping in my office?" I smile innocently.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but it does explain a lot as to why you have so many books about physics and law since you're a lawyer. Plus, it's not your turn to ask one of your questions to find out. What I want to know is why didn't you take the case of Violet if you're a lawyer?!" He chuckles.
"Because I couldn't go against one of my workers. Plus, Violet already had Mrs. Waltons when I got introduced to the case by you. Now, it's my turn to ask a question. Why were you snooping in my office? Have I ever shown a reason for you to not trust me?" Yes. I wanted to reply.
There are so many things I have been told by everyone else that make me question him, but the biggest thing that rings in my mind is what Stephanie told me.
"No," I reply, looking my eyes out the window.
"Then why were you rummaging through my office?!" Mr. Winters says, angrily.
I bite my lip, fighting back the tightness in my throat and tears forming in my eyes.
"I don't know what to think!" I spit out and cover my mouth. I look at my lap while hovering my hand over my mouth.
"Donny told me you never stayed with a woman for over two weeks. Then, Violet told me that you've been with twenty-seven women and never settled down with any of them, and then Charlotte told me to be careful who I fall for, and then... Then you didn't text, call, or even reach out to me for the rest of the week," I say quietly, not wanting to mention the Stephanie part to make him angrier.
"So what? Did you think I'd just up and leave you?" Mr. Winters says sternly.
"Yes," I said in a low tone and quiet voice as I uncovered my mouth.
I don't know why I'm saying this. This may be the second relationship I've ever had, but I've never had any doubts about keeping a man, or if I'm good enough. I've always been confident but with Cole Winters. It feels like I'm not worthy of him.
"Evangeline, why the hell would I leave you? Yes, I've been with a lot of women and done bad things, but I'm not going to go back to my foolish ways just because I left. Just because I left for a trip, it doesn't mean I'm going to fool around with anyone else. Frankly, the only person I've been fooling around with is you, and rather much, I like it that way. When I became your boyfriend, that was a promise to be with you and be loyal to only you," I look at his hands.
He's not gripping the steering wheel tightly, or hitting it like a madman? Instead, his reaction's calm, and sounded a little letdown.
"You're not angry? Or hitting the steering wheel out of anger?" Mr. Winters looks at me concerned.
"Why the hell would I do that? Why would I hit you? You said what you felt, so why would I want to hit you? I'm not mad at you for expressing your feelings. I'm disappointed that you don't trust me."
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-End Of Chapter 54-
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