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Mr. Winters's hand cups my cheek, his thumb caressing the corner of my mouth.
"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe, I forgot..." I smile and slowly remove his hand from my wrist, walking around him and leaving an irritated look on his face.
I walk out of the living room and into our bedroom towards the closet to pick out my clothes.
As I pull out a blue dress, the door slams shut. I smile and turn towards Mr. Winters, who's taking his shirt off.
I stare at his chiseled body, sculptured by a God, mesmerized as he walks towards me like he's in a rush.
As soon as he gets a breath close to me, he slides his hand under my neck -his fingers curling the edge of my hair tightly- and smashes his lips onto mine, all so quickly, that I hardly have a chance to catch a breath before.
His kiss is a craving desperately against my lips. His aroma of mint and his special fragrance of men's cologne evolves me as I take a deep breath, savoring our kiss. High on his dopamine and not wanting to break the kiss, I slightly pull from his lips, hovering mine over his. I look into his loving smokey-blue eyes.
"I don't think we have time to... before we have dinner with your parents," I say with a quiet breath.
"We can make it quick," A beaming smile pulls my lips.
"No. I don't want it to be quick," I lick my lips and glaze him up and down, "I think we should wait until after we have dinner with your parents," I lean close to his ear, in a whisper, "So we can do it all night."
I lean my face back to look into his eyes and an unnerving expression glimmers in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" I ask, his eyes change back to their loving state as he looks at me.
"We should get dressed," He drops his hand from behind my head and walks towards the closet.
Something's not quite right.
I put on a royal blue sundress with gold flower designs imprinted all over the dress under the blue lace that covers the skirt and a black belt around my ribcage, just below my bra cups. I cover my legs with black stocks, and a heavy sigh comes from Mr. Winters.
"You're wearing my favorite combo," He grits with a sharp tone in his deep voice.
I turn to him and smile as he's miraculously already dressed in his best black business party suit, "The sooner dinner is over, the sooner you can rip it off of me."
His eyes darken as he walks towards me, pinning my chin up with his hand to look him in the face, "Don't threaten me with a good time."
"It's not a threat. It's a promise," I lean in and kiss his lips softly, biting his bottom lip as I pull back.
"This dinner is going to last less than thirty minutes, if you keep teasing me like this," I roll my eyes.
His left-hand slides up my stocking, under the skirt of my dress, gripping my ass tight as his right-hand grips my face -a gentle threatening way- while his thumb strokes over my lips, "Do you think I'm lying?" His left- hand squeezes my ass tighter as his right hand brings my face closer to his, "If you keep rolling your eyes, we won't be able to stay for dinner. It'll last less than ten minutes," He says in a settle tone.
I hover my lips over his, "We should get going. Wouldn't want to keep them.. waiting."
I walk past Mr. Winters, putting on a pair of black heels. I turn around to see him heaving his chest up and down, staring at me like he's peeved.
I finish doing my hair, curling it, leaving it down with a natural face of makeup to make a good impression.
After grabbing my purse, I walk with Mr. Winters to his car, getting inside as he holds the door open for me.
"There are three things I have to tell you before you meet my father," Mr. Winters says as I stare out the window with sweaty palms as he drives, "Don't mention that I had a sick day, and don't be your positive self. He doesn't like people who are happy and light up the room when they walk into it."
"Why would he not like people that are positive?" Mr. Winters drove in silence for a minute, keeping his eyes on the road before he answered.
He clears his throat, "He thinks it's unnatural for people to have a positive mind and not have a negative impact from the cruel world of reality."
"Oh," I swallow the nervousness in my throat.
How was I supposed to be not myself and not tell Winters's father that I didn't make the deal with the Chen brothers, that Mr. Winters did it?
"What's the third thing?" I ask out of the scrambling of my brain.
"My father recently married. His wife will be with him," I smile as I turn my head to look at him.
"So your new stepmother is going to be there?" I look at Mr. Winters as his hands grip the wheel tighter. His eyes through his mask show no remorse as he says nothing.
I tighten my lips together, thinking I've said the wrong thing. My knee bounces against the seat as I stare out the window, feeling the pressure start cracking down as Mr. Winters drives closer to his father's house.
Mr. Winters puts a hand on my bouncing leg, sending a shudder of relief down my spine and calming my nerves.
"Don't be nervous. My father has a new wife every couple of years, so don't be worried that I'm not attached to any of them. He finds a wife as nothing other than business."
I stare out the window, letting the words sear into my brain.
Just business.
Mr. Winters's hand stays on my thigh as he turns the steering wheel, leading the car into the driveway.
Considering the grip he has on my thigh, either dinner isn't going to last ten minutes, or from the way Mr. Winters speaks about his father, he needs the touch of support more than I do.
Mr. Winters's father's gate to his driveway is as golden as the sun that's setting just like the large brass door that enters his house you can see from the end of the driveway.
His driveway is a light grey smooth concrete lined with silver stone bricks. Large square -equal-length- dark green hedges line the driveway on grass that's vibrant green as a freshly bloomed meadow.
After Mr. Winters drives down the driveway, he pulls around the circular lot, letting me see the full view of the house.
His father's house is built with light grey stone bricks lining the exterior of light brown bricks. The main center of the mansion is brought out more than the rest of the house, making the house look sectioned off into three parts -with four large symmetrical silver windows in each- topped off with a curved-pointed grey roof on top of each section. It's more enormous than Mr. Winters's home.
I hold my breath as Mr. Winters parks the car pointing towards the one exit and entrance in the circular driveway.
"You ready?" I peel my eyes from his father's house and look at Mr. Winters.
I let out the breath I've been holding as Mr. Winters squeezes my thigh, "Yeah," I say in a quiet breath.
Mr. Winters steps out of the car and opens my door. He grabs my hand, helping me out of the car, letting me clearly see the polished details of the stone on the house as if it's brand new.
Hooking my arm onto his, Mr. Winters leads me to the short steps that pass two large white pillars on each side of the stairs on the porch. We inch up to a large pair of golden brass doors with white spiral designs on the window at the top of the door.
"Should we knock?" I whisper.
One of the doors opens wide, and a young woman with brown hair and brown eyes in a black and white maid outfit stands in view, "Mr. Winters! Please... come in," Her voice is so soft and frail that it sounds like she knows about Mr. Winters's history.
Holding Mr. Winters's arm tighter, I follow him into the brightly lit mansion.
"Mr. Winters is in the guest living room. Please, allow me to lead you there," She closes the door behind us and quickly turns around with her arms close to her side.
Guest living room? Who the hell would be rich enough to have a guest living room?
My heels click against the shiny royal white marble -almost makes me think it's going to break from its porcelain likeness- floors as we walk around a white wooden table holding a vase of blood-red roses, centered in front of a white marble staircase with gold trim trailing.
As the woman leads us down the halls, paintings of weird fruits, exotic colors, and one of a high-pristine woman with blonde hair all line -in a custom frame of gold trim matching equal lengths apart- on the clean white walls. A thick line of gold trim lines the top of the wall until it stops at a tall white pillar at the corner of the room. Everything about the walls, the crisp and clean atmosphere, and the style scream rich and high class.
Cole Winters's theme colors surrounding him are black, grey, silver, and anything dark; so when Mr. Winters leads me into the living room, seeing his father's house lit up with gold trim and white interior -such happy colors- is very... odd.
The young woman stops at a large golden archway that leads into the living room.
"Thank you," I whisper at the brown-eyed woman as me and Mr. Winters walk into the living room.
She looks at me, stunned, like she's never been told that before. I turn my head, fully taking in the living room.
Golden carpet covers the floor of the whole room. A lighter golden color rug covers part of the room where two Monique pearl white sofas sit symmetrically across from each other on top. A single white princess club sits on each side of the couches, close to a silver fireplace that's the only splash of color other than a type of white and gold in the room.
In front of the fireplace stands Hunter, a young model-looking woman with golden blonde hair in an updo -who's wearing a white party dress that clings to every curve on her body, which compared to my sundress, puts it to shame- from the painting I saw earlier, and a middle-aged looking man with hair as black as Mr. Winters and eyes as ocean blue as Hunter's. They all hold crystal clear champagne glasses with a light golden color of champagne swishing around the glass as they each take a sip.
"Ah! There you two are!" Hunter's voice breaks the conversation they were having as he points toward us with his champagne glass.
The man and woman turn their head to look at me and Mr. Winters with Hunter.
There's so much radiant beauty in the room, that it's hard to breathe. Between Hunter and Mr. Winters, it's clear they both get their good looks from the man, who's looking at me right now with the death stare Mr. Winters does like I'm a threat.
I guess that's where Mr. Winters gets it from.
A crack of thunder sounds in the room, filling the silence, making me jump into Mr. Winters's arm closer, squeezing it tighter.
My boobs must have shaken because the man's eyes lessened from a threatening look into my eyes to look at my boobs as a small grin appears slivers at the corner of his lips.
Cole wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. I look up at Cole, who has narrow eyes through his mask, staring at the man with a threatening look.
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-End Of Chapter 76-
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