Crashing Down Into Flames

Chapter 27

Chapter Song: JENNIFER'S BODY- PLVTINUM, Chris Grey, Dutch Melrose

Tuesday- Morning

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They all stare at me like I've just won the lottery and become a millionaire- which I already am. Some stare because they know my professional knowledge of me, others stare because they know how ruthless- and it's the fear and horror on their faces that makes it worth walking into this room.

Being here was a plan of mine, but what I didn't expect was to see My Little Flames at the front of the room about to present an argumentative case for me.

Mrs. Stephanie Waltons stands next to me in a custom-made three-piece purple suit. The suit ranges from a deep shade of wine purple for her coat to a dark purple for her pants. She wears a pair of light purple pumps that match her shirt underneath her vest. The arranged shades of purple correspond to her youthful, dark skin elegantly.

The confidence she holds, tells everyone in the room that she knows she looks as good as her taste. It's the kind of confidence that says she could fuck anyone in the room and they'd be lucky for her to choose them. But, like me, her eyes only have the attention of one woman in the room.

As we walk down the long steps, past the rows of ten through twenty students that decided to show up and reach the front of the room, Mrs. Waltons walks over to Her and gives Her a big hug, "Evangeline! It's so good to see you! You look absolutely stunning as always." She stands there shocked, probably reminiscing on the last time she's seen Mrs. Waltons.

I don't blame Mrs. Waltons for saying she looks stunning. Even in an ugly brown high-collar sweater and black jeans with black Converses, she still looks radiant from not trying. Evangeline holds this natural bland-looking beauty that is borderline to being a supermodel and unattractive. She could wear anything and still be the most beautiful woman in the room.

Waltons takes a deep breath of Her that goes unnoticed to me and pulls from the hug, leaving her hands on Her shoulders, "I haven't seen you since last year. I can't believe it's been a whole year since we've connected. You have to let me take you to dinner again sometime this week?"

To my surprise, She gives Mrs. Waltons a warm smile that doesn't match the discomfort of the hug. It almost makes me believe She's giving her a real smile, "Of course, sometime Saturday, maybe?"

She doesn't release her shoulders until the confirmation, "Perfect! Saturday sounds great. I'll text you the details." The fuck she will go out with Mrs. Waltons on Saturday.

With a wink at Her, Mrs. Waltons turns around to face me. She smiles at me, "Oh, and Evangeline? Do wear that outfit as last time again? I found it was rather ravishing to look at."

I have to hand it to Mrs. Waltons, -other than being a damn good lawyer- asking Her out on a date in front of the whole class and while the teacher is staring, is one of the reasons I like having her around. One of the reasons I hate having her around is that she wants to steal the only woman I like.

My eyes linger on Evangeline before I turn to follow Mrs. Waltons to face the class.

I put my hands in my pitch-black pants pockets that match my three-piece suit while Mrs. Waltons puts her hands on her broad hips, "My name is Stephanie Waltons, and as some of you already know, this here is Mr. Winters," She crosses her arms as she scans the classroom- already making her assessment, "As you may know from some of our most famous cases, we also work in Criminal Law. We also work in many other areas such as condescending and management of law firms and teaching of law. Are there any questions about us being here?"