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Mr. Winters places his hands on his hips while rolling his eyes and sighing, "What the fuck are you talking about?! Do you think I fuck every one of my staff members that has a vagina?!" Mr. Winters says with a raised voice.
"She has a fucking job to do! I can't let all my staff do whatever they fucking want and get paid for it because you think I'm too rough on them!" I roll my eyes.
"Please! That isn't just being rough! You should have seen the fear in her eyes and her terrified face as she looked at me because I was fucking talking to her while she was working!"
"So, what? What am I to do about it? Almost all of my workers are deadly afraid of me, but this isn't about the maid... is it?" I cross my arms.
"What do you mean it's not about the maid?! Of course, it's about the fucking maid!" I reply.
"No, it's not. You've been with August for less than six hours, and you're not acting like yourself," I roll my eyes.
"So, you're telling me you think August is a bad influence on me? You know what, fuck you! He's my brother! How the hell is he a bad influence!" I say, getting enraged.
"You pushed August down the fucking stairs, for fucks sake! If that's not a bad influence, then you must have a fucked up mind!" Mr. Winters says, almost yelling. I roll my eyes.
"August had it coming when he called me fat," I say, crossing my arms, "If he's as strong as he says he is, he'll be fine."
"That still doesn't explain why you're all of a sudden cussing and dropping your fucking towel in front of my maid. Where the hell did my sweet Evangeline go?!" He says, staring at me with dispirited eyes.
"Let tell you this straight, Winty, your fucking "sweet Evangeline" died when you fucking LEFT me ALONE at the fucking HOSPITAL!" I say with a voice crack.
"What do you mean she's fucking dead?! You're standing right here! I want to know why the hell you're so worried about how I treat my fucking workers?!" I run my fingers through my hair and pull on it out of frustration.
"What the fuck are you not getting here, man?! You keep skipping over ABANDONING me at the fucking hospital!" Mr. Winters looks at me with squinted eyes and says nothing.
"You know what? Fuck it. I'm tired of arguing," I turn around, walk to the couch, and sit.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"What the hell does it look like I'm doing?" I say as I fluff the pillow, "I'm going to sleep since you're not going to answer any of my questions and because I'm fucking tired. It's been a long day, and I almost lost our child... you weren't there for me," I say, heartbroken as I lay on the couch, turned away from Mr. Winters as he says nothing.
"I don't care if you keep me. Hell, you can fucking lock me in here forever if you want to, but I'm not going to sit here and pretend that I'm okay when I'm not," I say, wiping a tear from my eye with the sleeve of the robe.
"Evangeline-"
"You can go back to drinking or whatever the fuck you were doing that was so fucking important that you couldn't be there for me," I say with a hoarse voice.
"What makes you think I was drinking?" He asks with his voice in a low tone.
"I can smell it all over you when you carried me. You haven't stopped drinking for the past three days. It makes me think that you're drinking because of me. I just... I just want to know what I can do to change to be better for you?" I say in a low-quiet voice, cutting him off.
"There's no way you just fucking asked that question," I hear August's voice come from behind Mr. Winters's desk. I sit up, wiping my eyes with my robe's sleeve.
"Got damn it, August. Quit listening to our fucking conversation!" I yell throughout the room.
"How the fuck can I get out of it when the whole fucking house can hear you screaming at each other. I can hear you all the way from the fucking kitchen!" I roll my eyes.
"Who gives a shit! At least everyone will know now that we're not the perfect fucking couple that everyone describes us to be," I say, annoyed.
"And another thing, why are there so many fucking secrets as to why your whole fucking house is full of cameras and microphones placed by my own stupid brother! We're going to be husband and wife soon. You can't keep keeping everything FUCKING AWAY FROM ME!" Mr. Winters sighs deeply and takes off his mask, setting it on a bookshelf.
He walks towards me and sits next to me. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me towards him, and I lay my head on his chest.
"I was afraid," I hear his voice say quietly from his chest with a sense of fear, "I was afraid I was going to lose you. I blamed myself for making you wear a vibrator and seeing all that blood that poured from you... your screams still... ringing in my ear. I was frightened that our child was going to be the death of you," I lift my head, and look at him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I say sniffling in a low tone, "We're getting married soon. We have to tell each other everything."
"I pinky promise I won't hold anything back anymore. No more secrets, everything will be put out on the table," He holds out his pink in front of me.
I lift my head, seeing his irresistible smile, and connect my pinky with his while smiling. He brings my pinky to his mouth, kisses it, and licks it after kissing it.
"Ew, keep your sinful tongue away from my pinky," I say, bringing his pinky to my mouth and kissing it. He laughs.
"Do you want to start asking each other questions again? Who's turn is it, anyway?" I say, taking a deep breath of calmness.
"Sure. If you want to," Mr. Winters says uncertain and sounding uninterested.
"I can tell from your facial expression that you don't want to start it again, but then again, it leads to an unfair advantage because you already know almost everything about me," He rubs the stuffle on his chin as he thinks.
"Alright, then I have an idea. To make it fair, how about for every question I ask, you get to ask two questions to equal mine," My face lights up.
"That's brilliant! Ask me a question, so I can ask a question," Mr. Winters chuckles.
"Okay, a you still mad at me for not letting you clean?" My smile fades as I look at his face paler than normal and trying to hold a smile.
"Yes, I'm still mad at you, but I don't want to argue anymore. What's wrong?" I demand, cutting to the chase before I ask a question. He clears his voice.
"Nothing's wrong. What makes you think something's wrong?" He says.
"You're face is paler than normal. You're trying to hold a smile, but it's crystal clear that you're in pain," I examine his body. His breathing is slower, which is abnormal, and his expression looks nauseated, "You're sick!" I say, more worried than ever.
"I'll be fine. I can't get sick. I have too much work to do tomorrow," I guess all the drinking is catching to me," He says. My eyes widen as his blinking and breathing gradually slows as he's trying to control his nausea.
"You look like you're about to pass out! Lay your head down," I scoot over and tilt his body down to lay his head on my lap.
"If this is what it means to be sick, I'd lay on your lap anytime," He says with a weak smile. I roll my eyes.
"How long have you been feeling like this, darling?" He closes his eyes, focusing on his breathing.
"Not long," He breathes out.
"Don't you be passing out on me, Cole!" I say, squishing his lips. He licks my fingers, and I remove my hand from his mouth.
"I'm not passing out. I'm simply enjoying the smell of your fragrance and the softness of your thighs. Possibly take a nap," Mr. Winters says as he digs his face into my bare thighs. I start to laugh as his tongue licks my thighs, tickling it.
"Stop, that tickles!" I say, laughing hard.
"How can I stop when it tastes so good? Would you rather me spit on them and lick off the spit, or put candle wax, letting you feel the burn of pleasure to get you to stop being mad at me?" He says teasingly. I roll my eyes.
"Eww, gross! I can't believe you're bringing up that movie scene," I say while my cheeks fluster redder than crimson.
"From the way you're blushing, I'd say you'd enjoy it," I roll my eyes at his remark.
"Let's get you to sleep before you try to do something you'll regret later."
"With you, darling, I won't regret anything," Mr. Winters says with a smile. I roll my eyes.
"Quit being cheesy and lift your head," He smiles and lifts his head. I put my arm around his waist to quit him from wobbling as he sits up and regains his balance.
"Go easy on me. I'm not that strong," I say as I help him up from sitting down. He chuckles.
"I'd say you're the strongest woman I've ever met, and I've met a woman who could bench press 500 pounds," I roll my eyes.
"What a woman," I say as we walk out of the office. He looks at me as we stop at the doorway of our room.
"What a woman," He repeats slowly, staring into my eyes.
"Go get... go get in bed, love," I stutter out, trying to control my cheeks from reddening down my neck. I lean on the doorway as I watch Mr. Winters walk into the room and plop down on the bed.
"You can't fall asleep like that," I chuckle. He sighs and gets up.
I watch as he unbuckles his smooth belt and takes it off. He bends over, pulling down his pants, and looks back at me.
"I'm not going to slap it this time. I promise."Â But I'm tempted to do so.
He turns back around and kicks them off on the floor. I turn my head to give him privacy as he takes his tie and suit jacket off. My eyes look at the stain on the floor where I bleed out. I knew it was going to fucking stain. My attention switches back to Mr. Winters as he slowly takes off his shirt, revealing his bare back at me full of scars, healed bullet holes, and scratch marks.
As he finishes stripping his breath-taking body down into only his underwear, he slides into bed and flops the cover over him. I smile and turn around, leaving.
"Stay with me?" I hear Mr. Winters say in a soft low voice. I turn around.
"I always will," I say with a smile. I walk to my side of the bed and slide under the covers.
Mr. Winters wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him as I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"Sorry, for staining your wooden floor," I say quietly.
"Shh," He says with his eyes closed.
Thump-Thump, Thump-Thump, Thump-Thump. The sound of his heartbeat relaxed my body as the only thing that filled my ears in the silent room.
My head turns towards the door as loud heavy metal music blasts down the hall. Fucking August.
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-End Of Chapter 65-
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