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My eyes open, and I feel a hand on my boob. I look at Mr. Winters is sound asleep, and his hand is on my boob. I take a deep breath. I've never felt so relaxed. Damn, how I want to lay here all day. My body's telling me this is wrong, but it feels so right.
I look over at the clock next to the bed. It's only 8 a.m. I cuddle with Mr. Winters's arm, and I feel him squeeze my boob. This man is so gorgeous even when he's sleeping. I take a deep breath. It's only 8. I feel my stomach drop. It's 8 o'clock? Shit! Dad!
I remove his muscular arm, trying not to wake him, and drag my sore legs, which feel like butter, out of bed. I tip-toe to my clothes and see my bra on the ground with it. I roll my eyes. When the hell did he take my bra off? I quickly grab my lingerie and put it on.
I look around for my money while trying to be quiet, and I can't find it. I open the drawer and see my money next to Mr. Winters's clothes. I grab my money. I look at his shirt tempted to wear it. Screw it, I grab his shirt and put it on. It's the least he could do since he made my legs feel like butter in water.
I quietly open the door and close it behind me. I try to run as fast as I can to the elevator and go down. I walk fastly through the unusually dark and quiet main floor to backstage.
I go to my locker, grab my things out of my locker, my money, and stuff it in my bag. It looks like Charlotte took my key. I'm going to walk because I don't want to deal with Charlotte right now. I put a coat on and pants and go outside.
The bright sun flashes me in the eyes as I feel the cold bite my skin and lips. I see a Mercedes drive in front of me. The car rolls down its window, and I see Mr. Winters. Of course, it's him. What a surprise.
"Do you need a ride, Mrs. Stone?"
"No, thanks. I'd rather walk," I continue to walk. I see Mr. Winters drive beside me.
"It is 37 degrees outside, and you're going to walk?"
"I don't mind the cold, plus my place is only a few miles from here, so I'll be fine," I see Mr. Winters suddenly stop the car in front of me.
"Get in the car. Now," I roll my eyes and get in the car. The warmth of the car hits me in the face as his soft luxurious seats comfort my back.
"Happy?" I see Mr. Winters drive and say nothing.
"Oh, I see you're wearing your normal mask again," I see him keep his eyes on the road.
"Oh, well, if you're not going to talk to me, then you won't mind me doing my normal car routine."
I take the pins out of my hair, take my wig off, and swing my curly black hair out. I comb my hair with my fingers, making sure I leave pieces of hair in his car.
"So it is a wig?"
"Oh, yeah, it's totally my real hair, dude," I put my wig in my bag and grab wipes from my bag.
"Why do you wear a wig?" I grab a mini mirror from my bag and start to wipe my makeup off.
"The same reason you wear a suit. It makes me look good, and the people like it better. I mean, you would rather fuck a brunette than a blackhead, wouldn't you?" I throw my dirty wipe in my bag.
"That's attractive."
"Mmm, my mission to the world is to make myself look attractive," I roll my eyes.
"What is your problem?"
"Oh, my problem? My problem is I overslept, I haven't had coffee today, I haven't had a decent workout, and I missed something important this morning."
"You know, normal people take a person out on a date or out for coffee before fucking the absolute shit out of them. I'm pretty sure my legs won't work for a week now. They feel like butter, and I'm going to need them for next week, too," I hear Mr. Winters laugh. I see him pull into a coffee shop's drive-through.
"Welcome to Dixie's coffee house. How may I help you?" I hear the young lady say.
"I'll take a large coffee. Black, and a large latte with sweet cream. That will be all."
"That'll be $15.97. Pull up to the next window, please."
I see Mr. Winters pull up to the next window, and I see an attractive young lady bite her lip as she looks at Mr. Winters.
"That'll be $15.97, baby," I see Mr. Winters pull out his shiny silver card and hand it to her.-
She looks at it with wide eyes. I see her grab it and slide her hand against Mr. Winters. My eyebrows scrunch, and I grit my teeth as I feel jealousy overcome me. I take a breath and calm my face.
She finally takes the card and closes the window. I see her open and hand Mr. Winters the card with the receipt.
"My name is Clara. My number is on the back if anytime you feel lonely. Don't be afraid to give me a call." I see her wink at him and close the door. It opens again with the drinks. She hands him mine.
"Here you go, darling," I hear Mr. Winters say as he hands me my drink. THE Mr. Winters called me darling?
I see her face get mad as she looks at me. I take a sip of my coffee. I feel my shoulders relax. I see Mr. Winters grab his coffee from the lady, roll up the window, and drive off.
"Feel better?" I take another sip of coffee.
"Much better, but you didn't have to buy me coffee, especially at that expensive place," I hear him chuckle.
"Well, I had to. I can't have a decent conversation unless you've had your morning coffee."
"Can you blame me? I can't function without coffee. Do women always throw themselves at you?"
"Typically, yes."
"I feel bad for you, having all the women throw themselves at you. You don't know who wants you for you or who wants you for your big cock," I hear Mr. Winters laugh.
"I feel bad for your future husband, who has to deal with your sassiness and moodiness," I scoff.
"Oh, yeah. Like my goal is to find Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet and save me," I roll my eyes.
"Why didn't you go for her? She seemed to like you a lot, and she is attractive."
"Women throw themselves at me all the time. I'm more into women who are confident and sassy," I see him look at me from the side of his eye, and I look out the window.
"Seems to me like you really liked me when you first met me and called me garbage, but hey, you're your own person and can do whatever you want, darling," I take a sip of coffee, and I hear him chuckle.
"You're still the same."
"Of course I am. Coffee or not, I'm me. I thought that's how you liked your women."
"By the way, I live in the Lumiere apartment towers just down the block."
"You live there?"
"Yeah, it looks shitty and is shitty, but it's the cheapest that'll hire me that is actually decent living. One look at me, and people say, Oh, you're a stripper? What a disgrace to your family. We're a family building."
"We don't need that living here. The only reason why my landlord, Eric, lets me live here is because he wants to fuck me," I see his grip tighten on the steering wheel.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to vent to you. Why did you decide to give me a ride?"
"I couldn't have my workers in a situation where they are in danger. In this weather, you could have frozen while walking," I look at Mr. Winters, confused.
"So, you'd give any of your workers a ride home?" He looks at the road silently, and I take a sip of coffee.
"How do you know my last name?"
"You think I wouldn't do a background check on my workers?"
"Yeah, but I never put down my real name on anything. Especially on my application. Anytime these bitches get personal information from you, they use it against you. So, how do you know my last name?"
"I have my ways," I roll my eyes and see the car pull into my building.
"Well, this should be my stop. Thanks for the ride," I grab $12 from my bag.
"What's this for?"
"What do you think? I'm going to let a man pay for my coffee?"
"I'm not taking your money. I paid for it. It's on me," I roll my eyes. What's up with men trying to pay for everything?
"I wasn't asking. So, take it," I grab Mr. Winters's hand and make Mr. Winters grab the money from my hand. I see him look at me angrily.
"Oh, before I forget," I get out of the car, and I take my jacket off. I see Mr. Winters look at me up and down with lust in his eyes as I take off his shirt.
"I stole your shirt. I hope you don't mind, but it was cold in the club, and it probably smells like me now," Mr. Winters looks at it and looks up at me.
"Keep it. It looks better on you," I smile.
"Is this your way of liking me, Mr. Winters?" I see him look at me and say nothing.
"Well, I like you too."
I crawl back into Mr. Winters's car, lean in close to him, and kiss him on the cheek. His eyes are wide as if he were in shock as I crawl out of his car.
"You know, you're awfully quiet and a big softy for a man. Who is known for being stone-cold and threatening. Bye, Mr. Winty Boss," I wave at him and walk while swaying my hips as I know he's watching me enter the building.
"Hey, Derek. Do I have any mail?"
"Only two, Ma'am," I see Derek go behind him to a shelf full of mail and hand mail to me.
"Thank you," I hurry to the elevator before I have to deal with Eric.
As the elevator goes up, I can't help but smile as I think about Mr. Winters. I bite my lip as I think about the time we had last night.
The elevator doors open, and I walk to my apartment, smiling like a buffoon. I get to my door, and as I go to unlock the door. My stomach crunches as I see the coffee and flowers still outside Julie's door. I know something is wrong. I can feel it in my gut.
The door opens before I can open it, and I see Charlotte.
"Where have you been, girl? I was so worried. I almost called the cops, but they would have been no use. You got coffee without me?" I see her look at my arms, carrying Mr. Winters's shirt.
"Who's shirt is that?" I see her eyes light up as it clicks.
"No! Shut up!" She pulls me into the apartment and closes the door.
"Is that who I think it is, shirt?"
"It might be," I smile as I stare at it.
"Oh shit! You've got to tell me everything. I saw he took you to one of the rooms. I told you that if you kept teasing him, he would get you, and now look at you. You're a mess," I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, I know," I smile, thinking about his shirt.
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-End of Chapter 13-
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