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His eyes stare into my soul. They start to wander all over as if he's tracing every detail of my body and face, thirsting for a taste of me.
"I-"
"You what, Evangeline? You've been asking a lot of questions lately without giving me a turn to ask one. So, I ask you this, what... would... you... do?" His face inches close to mine as he says each word slowly with his eyes darting my lips like they're the only thing on his mind.
He inches closer to my lips, hovering so close over them that I can smell the mintiness of his breath mixed with his fragrance.
"I can have you on the bed right now, and not spill a drop of soup on the bed," He whispers teasingly.
My hands drop to my side as Mr. Winters slowly backs me into the doorframe. He slides his hands into mine, pinning one hand above my head and pressing his shirtless body against mine.
My eyes start to close as I press my lips against his pleasurable lips, not being able to resist anymore. My eyes break open as loud moaning comes from down the hall. I pull away from Mr. Winters.
"Tell me that's not August with a..," I say as my eyes dart into the hall, where the moaning gets progressively louder.
"That should be us right now," Mr. Winters whispers in my ear. I roll my eyes.
"There's no fucking way I'm going to let August fuck someone in our house," Mr. Winters's left eye twitches as he clenches his knuckles so tight, I swear you could hear them crack.
"August," He mumbles as he walks into the hall and towards his room.
August better have a good reason as to why he's making so much noise because this is the second time he's cockblocked, Mr. Winters. Either for a good reason or I'm about to watch my brother get murdered by my future husband.
"Winty!" I yell as I try to catch up with him, blocking his way into August's closed door.
"Please, promise me you won't hurt him!" He looks down at me with enraged eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt him," He says in a calm tone.
So calm it's scary.
"You can't murder him either! He's my brother-" Another moan comes from behind the door.
"You can't" -moan- "kill him" -moan- "I just got him back" -moan-
"God dammit, August," I sigh out. Mr. Winters moves me to the side as my case gets defeated and slams open August's door.
A woman's high-pitched terror scream echoes the halls as Mr. Winters's back faces me. His body language, infuriated as ever with his knuckles closed next to his tall and powerful stance.
I peep my head next to Mr. Winters to reveal the blond-haired maid -whose name I've forgotten that was cleaning my blood mess yesterday- covering her undressed body with covers with a horror look. August grins with his arms crossed behind his head in a relaxed state like he's proud of Mr. Winters seeing him like this.
"Skinny blonde maid? What the hell are you doing in bed with my brother?!" I ask, confused as hell.
The repugnant odor of orgasms and sex roams the air as my eyes scan the room. Maid articles of clothing and belongings line the floor as August's one set of clothes and shoes lay next to it.
"August, who the hell-"
"Out, NOW!" Mr. Winters's penetrating voice fills the air as several maids crawl out from underneath August's covers, including the blonde-haired skinny maid.
I stand on my tiptops and use my hand to cover Mr. Winters's eyes -even though I'm pretty sure he can see through the cracks of my fingers- as the naked maids pick up their clothes and belongings and walk out of the room. As soon as all the frightened maids exit the room, I remove my hand from Mr. Winters's eyes.
I look my scarred eyes at August from seeing six, no seven -including blonde hair chick- naked woman. Saying nothing, and grinning proudly, he whips the covers off of him.
I squeal and grab Mr. Winters's hand, pressing his hand hard to my face to cover my eyes.
I think I'm going to throw up from seeing August's...
"What the hell are you doing having sex with half of my woman maid staff!?" Mr. Winters asks as I wonder the same question. A whine comes from me as the image of August's skin flashes in my mind.
I swear I'm about to cry in Mr. Winters's hands.
"What's wrong, Winters? Am I not allowed to have sex? Or did I interrupt you again?" August's words sound like he's challenging Mr. Winters. If my eyes weren't covered, I bet August would have the biggest smug on his face right now.
I don't think I'll be able to save August if he tries to challenge Mr. Winters.
"I swear if Evangeline wasn't here right now-"
"If Evangeline wasn't here, what, Winters? Be careful now. You wouldn't want to do any damage while she's here," From hearing the sound of a belt buckle, I remove my eyes, knowing the coast is clear, and look at August's big smug grin as he stares at Mr. Winters.
Mr. Winters's eyes squint at August, and his nostrils flare while his hand crunches into fists as soon as I remove them from my face.
Now, I may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but I definitely know -by the looks they're giving each other- August has something against Mr. Winters that he isn't telling me.
"What the fuck is going on?" I ask as August shrugs his shoulder while putting on his shirt.
"I don't know, Evangeline. Why don't you ask your future husband," August's eyes dart at Mr. Winters as an evil smile forms on his face.
"Don't listen to him, Evangeline. I've told you everything," Mr. Winters says without looking away from August.
Everything.
He's told me everything, yet there's so much I don't know.
"Everything? You've told me everything?" I say with a distrusting voice. Mr. Winters turns his glare to me.
"Yes. I've told you about everything," My eyebrows furrow.
"You haven't," I say with a low tone, "You haven't told me everything. I-" I swallow the harsh ball forming in my throat, "I'm going for a walk. You two can argue and keep secrets all you want. I'm not going to deal with this," I look away while saying the last part and walk out of the room.
I'm tired.
I'm exhausted.
There's only one place where I want to go right now, and that's out. Out of this house. Out away from August and... out away from him. But my legs won't take me far, so the backyard garden is the one place I can go.
I sit on the ground, feeling the damp garden-fresh green grass on my legs. The sun in the middle of the sky shines on the rosebush in front of me and shimmers a warmth on my skin, but is cooled off instantly by the chilly breeze.
Even though the doctors gave me a massive amount of drugs to take, I'm still in pain, but I still ignore it as I still sit on my legs. Mr. Winters's fragrance cuts through the fresh air I breathe in, feeling his presence and seeing a shadow next to me.
"What happened?" His deep voice breaks the silence.
"What do you mean what happened? Aren't you going to kick August's ass for impregnating half of your woman staff?" I say, trying to not let my voice crack set him off.
"As much as I want to kill August, you're more on my mind right now," He places his hand on mine.
His touch burns my skin, wanting me to remove it, but I can't. It feels too comforting. I look at his hand, not wanting to face him.
It looks freshly bruised with cuts of little blood, so he must have done something to August.
I lick my dry lips. A tear drops down my left cheek as I continue to stare at the fully sunlit rose flower. I don't know why I was crying. These damn pregnancy emotions be driving me crazy.
I feel like I should say something, but nothing wants to come out.
"Evangeline, you know you can ask me anything?" Mr. Winters's voice fills with worry as he wipes the tear with his thumb from my cheek.
His thumb sends an electric current of ease through my skin. I nod in reply, not wanting to talk.
"What's on that captivating mind yours?" I take a deep breath.
"Why do you wear the mask?" The question popped out of nowhere, and I'm sure it stunned Mr. Winters because the silence from him is loud.
"Why do you ask?" He says slowly in a soft voice. I roll my eyes.
"Forget it. I knew you wouldn't answer."
"What makes you say that?" I turn my head to look at him.
"Because... you like to hide secrets," It came out like ripping off a bandaid, "I don't know why you wear the mask. It's not like you're ugly. In fact, you're fucking hot as hell," Blush crawls to my cheeks as he smirks at me.
I clear my throat, "You won't even tell me about the card."
"I sent my card with Donny because I wanted you to have everything you needed. To be bought everything you wanted, but I knew you would get mad. You don't like me buying you things, or spoiling you," Silence filled the air as he spilled those words.
He's right. I would have been mad anyway. He's always right.
"Anything else you want to ask? I know there's a lot you want to say," He says, leaning towards me.
There is a lot I want to say, but it'll sound like I don't trust him, and a relationship without trust is just friends with benefits.
"Yes," I say quietly, looking my head away.
"Then ask away, Kitten."
My heart flutters and a smile jolts at my lip from hearing the word kitten come from his mouth. I take a deep inhale to calm my nerves.
"Why don't you want me cleaning my own messes?" I say almost a whisper, trying to courage my strength, a little scared of what he's going to say.
He chuckles, "You should deserve to be treated like a queen. Queen's don't do the servant's job."
"What if I don't want to be treated like a queen?"
"That's unfortunate. You're mine -and anything that's mine- is treated like royalty," A shiver spirals down my spine.
Mine.
Those words stood out more than anything else.
He's never admitted that I was his. Until, now.
"Oh really? What makes you say that?" I question using his words against him with a grin.
"Let me be more... clear," He says gradually as his voice starts to deepen, "Your perfect smile is mine," he rubs his thumb on the bottom of my lip, "Your dazzling emerald green jeweled eyes are mine. Your rosy cheeks on your ivory-colored skin are mine," He cups my face and moves his thumb to my cheek, making circular motions on my cheek, "Your soft, blonde hair is mine," He trails his thumb across my cheek, past my ear lobe, to my platinum blonde hair -that needed another dye- and slides his fingers under my loose bun. A small moan escapes as he gives my hair a light pull, which causes him to grin to his satisfaction. He slowly removes his hand from my hair, his hand not wanting to go.
Mr. Winters trails his hand down my neck and upper back, "Your curvy back is mine," He pursues his hand down my lower spine and removes it before he touches something that would turn from making it clear to an unholy act in front of the garden staff, "Your all together unfathomable beauty is mine. Every little detail about you is mine. There isn't anything you can do about it," He says, copying the words I've said to him before while closing his hand into a fist, probably regretting touching my back.
I swallow the timid lump in my throat, "Is that what you're calling it?" I say tauntingly with a smile
"Why do you always put up a challenge with everything I say?" He says, pulling me into his lap with a chuckle.
"Because I know you love a challenge, otherwise you wouldn't have dealt with me," I lay my head on his chest.
He lifts my head with his forefinger and thumb, making me look into his eyes, "For you, I'll deal with more than just your split attitude."
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-End Of Chapter 71-
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