Crashing Down Into Flames

Chapter 19

Chapter Song: Cravin' -Stileto, Kendyle Paige

Monday- Night

-Evangeline-
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August told me Mr. W wanted a lapdance, so I said fuck that shit. But now, as I'm serving drinks to the VIP section, this bitch decides to call me garbage and I didn't even give him one glance, only a drink.

The hell I'm going to let that slide. No bitch is going to call me garbage in my club and get away with it. Not even his royal rich ass Mr. Winters.

So, as the idiot I am, my big ass mouth spoke before I even could stop it. Now, I'm dealing with a Mr. C. Winters who looks like he just got a pie shoved in his face with the murderous eyes he's giving me.

I swear he nearly choked on his drink once he finally made eye contact with me as if he almost recognized me.

But it's impossible.

He wouldn't recognize me because he never paid attention to much detail about me. With my mask and a voice filter, you can't tell it's me.

His smokey-blue eyes turn into dark irritation as his lip curls with disgust while looking at me. He slams his glass drink on the table making a loud clink sound that draws the attention of the other VIP members our way. He stands to his full height and walks towards me to tower over me.

With the whiff of his cologne, I fight my eyes not to flutter at the good sensation that flows through my nose and instead narrow them as I tilt my head up to match his gaze when he speaks. To hell with him, if he thinks I'll bow before him.

"Don't think I won't shoot you just because we're in public," He threatens with a dark tone in his smokey deep voice.

I watch every word flow through his lips. Even though it's a threat, it's a rare sight when you see his lips in public. Especially, that scar on his lip. Oh, how it's my Achilles heel.

I have to be careful. This Mr. Winters doesn't know I'm Evangeline. This Mr. Winters doesn't give a shit if I'm a woman, or in a club. He will shoot me on command and it doesn't look like he's in a good mood to spare me.

He could kill me on accident when he doesn't know it's me if I'm not careful enough. But, his level of attractiveness is worrying when he's threatening. It's like diving into a barrow of poison for the sweet piece of butterscotch. Or maybe I'm just into the dangerous ones.

And it's with this fear of knowledge that a normal person would know about Mr. Winters that I act innocent and like I'm afraid of him. Then again, a normal woman would throw themselves at Mr. Winters's feet to fuck him.

August's dumbass sits next to him in a black rounded back chair with his hands propped behind his head and his legs kicked up on the glass table as if he's relishing every second of our interaction.

"I'm- I'm sorry, Mr. Winters. I didn't know it was you," I stutter in a scared nervous voice to try to sound frightened. My voice filter makes my doll-like voice come out as a squeal.

I change my eyes to a seductive look as I quickly pretend to gaze him up and down. He's still wearing his black button-down shirt from earlier today with the same black dress pants. His sleeves are now rolled up, revealing his tattoos and veins in his arms- another weakness of mine, which makes it easier to flirt.