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A line of blood drips from Mr. Winters's forehead as my heart crunches, seeing him on the ground.
"Are you okay?!" I manage to say from being startled. The sudden memories of him getting shot flood my mind.
"I'm fine," He breathes out in a low tone as he picks himself up, and sits upright.
"No, you're not fine! Other than throwing up your lungs, you probably have a concussion now. Quit saying you're fine when you're not," I exhale a deep breath as I struggle to stand up and grab a small towel.
I dampen the towel and press it on the cut on his forehead. He closes his eyes as a water droplet drips from the towel and down his forehead.
"You're not going to work today, and that's final. After I doctor your new cut, I'm going to make you breakfast while you stay in bed. That's an order, love. No buts, or anymore talking about it. Now hold this," I grab his hand, holding the towel over his cut while I turn to look in the medicine cabinet.
"Yes, ma'am," He says in a calm voice without a hassle.
I smile, wondering why he was agreeing so easily until I look at him and see his eyes staring at my ass while his head is at eye level with it. I roll my eyes. Of course, he's staring at my ass. Even when he's sick, he's still him.
His eyes trail, following the movement of my butt as I squat down in front of him, "Eyes up here, Mr. Winters," His eyes trail up my body to my eyes. A grin pulls on his face as I reach his forehead, putting the dinosaur bandaid on his cut.
"There, all fixed," I say, looking at the cleaned, medicated, and bandaged wound proudly. Mr. Winters wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. He looks down, into my eyes with his full of desire.
"You taking care of my wound reminds me of when you cleaned my hand wound at Evan's party. God, how that black dress fit every curve of your body just right," He traces his hand over the curve of my ass with every touch from his fingertips made my skin feel electric, "It's enough to make me delirious for you."
He's drunk still. When he's drunk, the only thing on his mind is sex.
"You're still drunk, aren't you?" I questioned him as if I didn't already know the answer.
"Not at all, darling. In fact, I'm more sober than ever. Craving every inch of you on me right now," His hands slide onto my ass, squeezing it hard, "You know, I never got a chance for you to moan my name," The way he spoke those words, made me question whether or not he was actually sick. And honestly, I'm a little afraid of what he can do when he's drunk.
"I can't have sex. My vagina is still sorer than ever, and the risks are too high right now," His eyebrows furrow as the muscles in his jaw clenches. He slides me off of him with a cold look.
I watch as he stands up with no sign of being sick and walks out of the bathroom.
What did I do?
Mr. Winters hasn't said a word to me all morning. I fixed him breakfast in bed, but he... he didn't even look at the homemade banana muffins, strawberry smoothie, or blueberry oatmeal, with a cup of water I handmade for him because Mrs. D is out of town for the week. Instead, he just turned to the other side of the bed, giving me the cold shoulder.
I'm the one who's fucking supposed to be mad at him, but why does it feel like I should be apologizing. It's not like I wanted to reject him. Hell, if I had it my way, I wouldn't be pregnant, and I'd ride him like no other. But the reality is, I'm pregnant, and pain is going throughout my body to where I can't have sex right now.
Anger flows through my blood as I slide my solid black stockings on my legs and over my underwear.
"You're wearing those to work?" He questions.
His voice breaking the silence. I ignore him as I turn away from him, sliding on my black skirt, and jumping up and down to get it over my hips. A pair of hands cup my waist, and slide down towards my skirt, pulling it up with one pull, like it was that easy.
"I don't need your help," I say as I grab my white shirt off my bed, while not turning, or looking at Mr. Winters.
"Seems like you did," He says in a low tone. I roll my eyes as I put the shirt over my arms, trying to button it over my swollen boobs, "Seems like you're having trouble again. Honestly, how hard is it-" I turn around, facing him, and his eyes widen as they dart to my boobs.
"Happy now?" I say, clenching my teeth.
One of the reasons I didn't want to face him was because my boobs are swollen. If he saw it, it would make the situation worse. Second, because he was still mad at me, and I'm still mad at him as well. Well, this fucking blew up fast. Literally, my boobs decide to swell at the worst timing possible.
"Very," His eyes darken as he licks his lips, continuing to stare at my boobs that are trying to force themselves out of my bra. I sigh.
"I knew it would make you angrier at me. That's why I didn't want to turn around," I say in a shy voice.
"Angry? You think I'm angry at you?" His eye twitches as still looks at my breasts, "I'm not angry at you," I put on a jacket to stop him from goggling at my boobs.
"Wait a minute, bring those back here," He says, pulling me closer and taking off my jacket.
"Y- you need to rest," I stutter out, feeling the undying urge of the predator in front of me.
I grab my jacket from his hand, trying to pull at it, but his hand won't let go.
"You don't get to see these boobs!" I say, regaining my strength.
He finally lets go after I tug at it hard. He continues to stare at me with dark eyes as I put the jacket back on. Even though he doesn't show much emotion, the atmosphere changing from his one look is enough to make you want to beg on your knees for mercy.
"And why not?" Mr. Winters says sternly, his words twisting the air.
"Why not?! That's all you have to say! In the past two hours, you haven't spoke a SINGLE word to me. I worked my ass off in the kitchen making you breakfast, and you didn't look at it. You gave me the cold shoulder instead, so why should you get to view these treasures when you won't even look at me!"
"Hell, I thought you were mad at me for not wanting to fuck, but apparently not!" The bluntness had come out more than I'd expected, and all the expression I got from his was a stony stare.
"As I said, I'm not mad at you. I'm more mad at Mrs. Waltons. Now, let me view my prize." He says effortlessly like that's going to solve everything. He takes my jacket off and stares vividly at my boobs.
"You can't get your way forever, Cole," A malicious grin pulls on his lips.
"I can, if I have you," His voice threatens the room. I roll my eyes.
"I have to finish getting ready for work. You're sick, remember? So, act like it, or I'll throw a damn brush at your head," I say, grabbing a brush and brushing my hair vigorously as I give Mr. Winters a death stare. It only brought a slight smile to his face.
"That jacket still doesn't cover your robust breasts." Mr. Winters opens the closet, pulling out a grey, expensive, custom-made suit jacket with the label Winters imprinted on the left side above the tissue pocket.
"This is one of your favorite jackets. Are you sure you want me to wear it?"
"If it means fully covering your breasts to where no one else can see it, but me, then yes." He hands me the jacket, and I put it on, swallowing me whole.
The overwhelming smell of Mr. Winters's cologne fills my nose as I sniff the sleeves of his jacket. It was like his arms were wrapped around my skin and smothering my body with his warmth.
"Are you smelling it?" He looks confused at me.
"Of course, it's my favorite smell. If I could, I would make a candle out of it and light it everywhere." I stare at his reaction. If I had to say, I would say, it almost made him blush with a smile forms on his lips.
His smile fades when I put my hair into a tight bun, "Are you sure you're going to be stable enough to go through with today's work?"
If this was his way of asking if I was going to be okay with all the work I have to do, he's badly representing it.
"Yes. I'll be okay. Almost all of the day, I'll be sitting down anyways, so I'll be fine." A worried look still doesn't leave his face. I grin.
"Is THE Mr. Winters worried for little ol' me?" I say, teasingly. His brows constrict as he gives a steely stare. From nowhere, a light of fear ignites inside of me as he stares at me. I clear my throat and pick up his mask off the counter.
"Should I wear THE mask to really represent you?" I say as I put on his gray mask, revealing only my eyes from my face.
"Everything you need for the afternoon meeting is in the suitcase in my office at work. Don't forget it. It'll be important to the meeting. Make sure you're stern and insistent. The Yang's and Linn's will do anything to get a huge profit from the offer. Don't go under sixty percent, eighty percent is best, but I don't think we'll reach that much."
"So you want eighty percent?" My voice rings with an idea.
"It's best, but don't push it. We're comfortable with eighty percent and no lower than sixty. The Chen brothers are tough competitors to deal with, but great compliance to have as our business partners. With that being, don't push it."
I stare at my grey overpriced business pants as Mr. Winters's intimidating voice surrounds my mind while Donny drives me to the office.
All I can think about is the stare he gave me when I put on his mask. His steely stare loosened, and his eyes turned into a hunger I'd never seen before. I barely got out of the room to work on time after he pinned me to the bed and-
"We're here, Mrs. Stone- I mean Mrs. Winters," Donny's voice cuts my thoughts.
Mrs. Winters
The words echo throughout the limousine.
"You don't have to address me as Mrs. Winters yet, Donny. I'm still Mrs. Stone until the wedding," Donny chuckles as he steps out of the limousine and opens my door for me.
Don't get me started on how much I complained to Mr. Winters about how much I didn't want Donny to drive me in a limo. It reminds me of August saying how I became a spoiled rich girl the longer I sit here.
I get out of the limo and stare at the tall building in front of me. I haven't been to work in almost a week or two. I think the only reason I still have a job is because of-
"I'll be here at noon sharp to pick you up for lunch," Donny says, interrupting my thoughts. I give him a smile.
"Thanks for the ride, Donny," He nods, and I turn my attention toward the front doors of the intimidating building as I walk inside.
"Good Morning, Mrs. Winters," Candy's voice rings my ears as soon as I enter the doors. Her face full of paleness and embarrassment.
I wonder if they moved her to the main entrance because they found out about her and Hunter. Who knows?
"Good Morning, Candy," I say as I stare at her while entering the grey elevator doors, getting the smell of the Winters's company in full effect.
Here goes nothing, I say to myself as I push the button to Winters's floor.
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-End Of Chapter 67-
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