Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
The phone buzzes from my pocket and I take it out to see it’s a text message from her.
Beautiful Goddess:
Coast is clear. I think...
Me:
You think…
Beautiful Goddess:
Well, at least from my brother and anyone who would have seen me come out of your office.
Me:
I aged ten years.
Beautiful Goddess:
Great, so now you’re a grandfather. I’m not sure I’m down to date a grandfather. A Zaddy sure, but a Grandzaddy doesn’t sound appealing to me.
I shake my head and go over to the door and walk out without showing any guilt. I think it works, especially since my head is down and I’m pretending I’m texting.
I head back into the room and look around to see if I can find Victoria. She’s standing with Eric and his wife as they laugh at something. My feet are moving toward her and the minute I can clearly hear her laugh, my cock gets hard again. “Hey,” I say, and she looks over at me. Her beautiful face takes my breath away. Her smile goes just a touch bigger when she sees me. Her lips are glistening and all I want to do is grab the back of her head and kiss the shine away.
“Hi,” she replies, and I can see her chest rising and falling a bit faster than normal, and I can’t help the grin that fills my face.
“Is everyone enjoying tonight?”
“No,” Eric’s wife, Shelly, says, and I look over at her and see her laughing. “My feet hurt, and I’d rather be sitting on a beach doing anything but this.”
I chuckle at her. “You and me both.”
“It’s always fun to get out and dress up a bit,” Victoria shares and I feel a bit guilty because I’ve never taken her out on a proper date. It’s usually the two of us either at my house or at hers. Mainly my house and it consists of watching television, fucking, or walking on the beach. “Not always but sometimes. As someone who wears heels to work, sometimes twice a year is good enough.” She holds her purse in front of her.
“Oh, there you are,” Jill says, rushing to my side. “It’s your turn at the blackjack table.”
“Why?” I ask her. “This is more for the players.”
“Please?” She rolls her eyes at me. “The chairs are already filled with the ladies.”
I groan as Eric and Shelly laugh at me. “It would be good for you to date someone,” Shelly says. “You must be lonely.”
“I’m fine,” I assure her, and I avoid looking over at Victoria.
“Is anyone coming to my table to save me?” I finally look at her and she smiles.
“No.” She shakes her head. “But good luck with that.” Her smile is very deceiving because her eyes look like they could kill me.
I stare at her probably longer than I should before I nod my head at Jill, who is not going to leave my side until I follow her. I make my way over to the table and see she was not fucking kidding when she said the chairs were full.
“How long do I have to do this?” I ask Jill as we get close and I see one of the women smile my way.
“It’s thirty minutes,” she replies, and I take out my phone from my pocket and start a timer. “You must be joking.”
“I’m not,” I say gruffly as I look over to see Victoria is now with Lexi and Kylie sitting on one of the couches.
“Can you pretend to be nice?” She looks at me and asks. “Maybe smile.”
“No,” I reply as we get to the table.
“Ladies,” Jill calls to the table and the group of five women look up at me. Three blondes and two brunettes. “Your dealer has arrived.”
“Under protest,” I put in and Jill nudges me, “but it’s for a good cause.”
“It sure is,” one of the blondes agrees. “I’m Debbie.”
I don’t say anything to her, I just nod my head. “We should start,” I suggest and look over at the real dealer, who is watching to make sure I don’t fuck up.
“Place your bets,” he tells the girls, and they all stick some chips in the circle. “Now you deal them each one card,” he instructs me, “with a card to you, but it has to be face down.” I do what I’m told and then look down at the two that are flipped over.
“What do you want to do?” I ask the first girl who has a sixteen flipped over.
“Stay.” She smiles at me, and I move onto the next one until I get to the last woman, who has a twenty.
“How about we up the stakes a bit?” she urges. “If one of us wins this hand, you drop a number, your phone number.”
“Sure,” I agree.
“Then I stay,” she says, and I bust with twenty-four.
“So what’s the number?” She puts her elbow on the table and lays it under her chin.