Made for me🖤

Part forty nine

Mrs Winchester's POV

Oh God, my head is spinning.

This isn't happening!

Taking off my glasses, I flipped my hair out of my face and sat at the edge of the seat then grabbed his neck. "Can't your fucking hands find the horn?"

"Ma'am I'm honking--"

Frustration was not the word for my current feeling, I was beyond it, I was losing money, millions if it and this retarded fool doesn't simply get it! "I can't hear anything, you useless excuse of a man!--"

"Relax baby--" I slapped the hand that circled around my waist, attempting to pull me away from assaulting the driver.

"Don't fucking interrupt me when I'm talking, do you hear me? Do you have any idea the amount of money I'm losing right now as I
I'm sitting here?" I gritted, glaring at him in anger, when it comes to business and money forget if you're my son or God, I don't joke with it.

Twenty years of my life was lived in abject poverty. I hustled every second of a new day, cleaner of schools and waitress by day and moonlighting as a stripper cum cheap prostitute by night, on order to support myself and my young brother because my sorry ass mother chose crack over her children and lost her life. My brother being the dumbass he was went down that path too, I and to bury him at a very young age of seventeen. And until Winchester found me, I vowed to make it in life anyhow and I don't intend on going back to living from hand to mouth, hassling on the streets after coming this far in securing a place in the society of the filthy rich.

Which means if anyone crosses me in anyway that involves money, I'll kill him.

He waved me off. "Yeah, loud and clear." Shifting to look out of the window, I saw his jaws clench in anger and it didn't move me in the least.

"Good." Throwing him an annoyed look, I diverted my attention to that fool I call my driver. "And you I don't care what you do and how you do it, all I care about is finding myself sitting at the restaurant table with my client in the next five minutes, consider yourself dead if you don't live up to this expectation."

"Yes..yes ma'am."

"And what were you saying?" I said in my most sultry voice as I scooted next to him.

"Nothing, forget it."

Releasing a sigh, I controlled the urge to roll my eyes at his childish behavior, we both know he can never be mad at me and even if he is, he can't stay like that forever. Affectionate kisses and a little head does the trick, after all he's my baby.

I lifted his hands to my mouth level and littered his knuckles with kisses. "C'mon sugar baby, don't be mad at mummy." I cajoled, looking at him if he was going to give in.

He snatched his hands away, huffing. "I said forget it, simple." He brushed it aside without sparing me a glance, it hurt me. Rejection was one of the things that got to me in life, it irks me as much as it hurts me.

It makes me feel as if I'm never good enough. If it were to be any other day and someone else givibg me this treatment, id have surely thrown a fit and made them pay but with him, it's different so id have to swallow my pride and win him over anyhow.

"Do you want me to beg you--"

"To hell with that, all I want from you is your respect and nothing else. The fact that you spend on me doesn't mean you can talk to me like trash any how and when you want, like c'mon I keep you happy when your rich bastard of a husband can't--"