is, I’m not even angry with you, I’m angry with myself. I should’ve known better.” Crossing her arms, she looked anywhere but my eyes. “I can’t work for you anymore. I can’t see you day in and day out knowing where we’ve been.” Those pain filled eyes locked with mine, and like a bullet from a gun, she shot the final bullet right through my heart. “Goodbye Archer.”
Then she was gone, leaving me confused, angry and...
My hands fisted my hair, pulling and tugging, anything to distract the sudden ache in my chest. I didn’t want to feel this way. I never asked her to love me.
Opening my contacts, I called the casino host to let her know I was on my way. Maybe some time at the tables would help me forget about this shit, if that didn’t help, maybe a piece of ass would.
I checked into the presidential suite of the hotel then found my way down to the casino floor. VIP services offered here weren’t as accommodating or extravagant as some of the perks offered out West, but my hostess Lisa was good at her job. She’d taken care of me for several years now.
“How are you, Mr. Brooks. Very nice to see you again,” Lisa was well versed in ass kissing.
“Lisa, I’m good. How’re you?” I greeted, shaking her outreached hand.
“Excellent. I have you all set up. Follow me.” Popping a mint, I followed her to my chair.
The high rollers room was a private space with several table games set up from 5 Card Stud to Texas Hold ‘Em. My game was 21. Blackjack held better odds, enabling me to take higher risks. The rush I got when I played the game was the best fucking high in the world. Well, it was the best high.
Stop fucking thinking about her.
“I’ll send your waitress over in just a moment. Amy will take good care of you Mr. Brooks.” Lisa patted my shoulder, leaving me with her reassuring smile.
The dealer pulled back the dead cards from the other three players, prompting me to place ten black $100 chips down as my minimum bet. I always lowballed coming out of the chute. See how the other guys bet before I started making big moves. From what I could tell, they were betting anywhere between $2000 and $5000 a hand. Chump change compared to the bets I’ve thrown down before. These men were high rollers, but they didn’t have my kind of money. I never really cared how much was on the table. I just wanted to win. However, right now, I just wanted to forget. Sliding her hand in a semi-circle across the green felt, the dealer finalized all bets, dealing the first card to me.
Queen of hearts.
Second card, she dealt the ace of diamonds.
Blackjack .
Adrenaline spiked, excitement rushing through every vein.
Yes, this was exactly what I needed.
“The usual, Mr. Brooks,” The pretty blonde handed me a tumbler full of Jim Beam.
“Thanks,”
“I’ll be back to check on ya soon,” she crooned in a sugary southern drawl, leaving me with a wink and a smile that told me exactly what she wanted.
Fat tips and my dick.
And that’s exactly what Blondie would get tonight. I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve taken a few of these girls up to my room before. What can I say…a man’s got to fuck, and these girls were all too willing. Most of them were all fucking gold diggers anyway. Out to financially and emotionally fuck any swinging dick they could slide their money hungry pussies on. At least I knew what I was getting and I always made it perfectly clear what they were getting…no confusion, no fear, and no fucking consequences.
I played for another three hours, losing a few big hands but still coming out ahead. Before I cashed out, I found little miss Amy and gave her my room number. Just as I thought, she was good to go.
When I made it back to my suite, I poured myself a drink and took a seat in the chaise. Three drinks later, my blood quieted and a blanket of exhaustion washed over me. I looked down at my half empty glass. Staring into the warm liquid, I tilted it back and forth as if
Then she was gone, leaving me confused, angry and...
My hands fisted my hair, pulling and tugging, anything to distract the sudden ache in my chest. I didn’t want to feel this way. I never asked her to love me.
Opening my contacts, I called the casino host to let her know I was on my way. Maybe some time at the tables would help me forget about this shit, if that didn’t help, maybe a piece of ass would.
I checked into the presidential suite of the hotel then found my way down to the casino floor. VIP services offered here weren’t as accommodating or extravagant as some of the perks offered out West, but my hostess Lisa was good at her job. She’d taken care of me for several years now.
“How are you, Mr. Brooks. Very nice to see you again,” Lisa was well versed in ass kissing.
“Lisa, I’m good. How’re you?” I greeted, shaking her outreached hand.
“Excellent. I have you all set up. Follow me.” Popping a mint, I followed her to my chair.
The high rollers room was a private space with several table games set up from 5 Card Stud to Texas Hold ‘Em. My game was 21. Blackjack held better odds, enabling me to take higher risks. The rush I got when I played the game was the best fucking high in the world. Well, it was the best high.
Stop fucking thinking about her.
“I’ll send your waitress over in just a moment. Amy will take good care of you Mr. Brooks.” Lisa patted my shoulder, leaving me with her reassuring smile.
The dealer pulled back the dead cards from the other three players, prompting me to place ten black $100 chips down as my minimum bet. I always lowballed coming out of the chute. See how the other guys bet before I started making big moves. From what I could tell, they were betting anywhere between $2000 and $5000 a hand. Chump change compared to the bets I’ve thrown down before. These men were high rollers, but they didn’t have my kind of money. I never really cared how much was on the table. I just wanted to win. However, right now, I just wanted to forget. Sliding her hand in a semi-circle across the green felt, the dealer finalized all bets, dealing the first card to me.
Queen of hearts.
Second card, she dealt the ace of diamonds.
Blackjack .
Adrenaline spiked, excitement rushing through every vein.
Yes, this was exactly what I needed.
“The usual, Mr. Brooks,” The pretty blonde handed me a tumbler full of Jim Beam.
“Thanks,”
“I’ll be back to check on ya soon,” she crooned in a sugary southern drawl, leaving me with a wink and a smile that told me exactly what she wanted.
Fat tips and my dick.
And that’s exactly what Blondie would get tonight. I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve taken a few of these girls up to my room before. What can I say…a man’s got to fuck, and these girls were all too willing. Most of them were all fucking gold diggers anyway. Out to financially and emotionally fuck any swinging dick they could slide their money hungry pussies on. At least I knew what I was getting and I always made it perfectly clear what they were getting…no confusion, no fear, and no fucking consequences.
I played for another three hours, losing a few big hands but still coming out ahead. Before I cashed out, I found little miss Amy and gave her my room number. Just as I thought, she was good to go.
When I made it back to my suite, I poured myself a drink and took a seat in the chaise. Three drinks later, my blood quieted and a blanket of exhaustion washed over me. I looked down at my half empty glass. Staring into the warm liquid, I tilted it back and forth as if
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