“A bottle of Rosé for the lady" Damien ordered, laughter still clinging to his voice "I'll have the usual."The others called out their drink orders, Ian included, the waiter, a young woman in a black mini dress fishnet stockings and neon green stripper heels, penned down our drink order and left. “When was your last game you?” Damien implores accusingly. Rollings flicked his fingers as if doing a mental calculation, a platinum cuff around his wrist above the sleeves of his navy blue sweater pushed off his forearm exposing golden skin pulling taut around his thick biceps as he gestured “He’s only attended twice since...” a nudge of his chin at me.I looked between the two men, did they mean me? What were they talking about? And what did that have to do with me?The man who has uttered only one word since our arrival shifted slightly, his tatted hands shuttling a deck of red cards between his fingers.Beside me Ian shifted, his thigh meeting mine as he spread his legs to get comfortab
My heart was in my throat when Rollings upturned his card, Ronan tossed his to the table with a huff. Beside me, Ian smirked. “Damn, should have folded” golden boy growled. And then it was Saint, Ian, and I. Why was I shaking? I could barely keep my ass on the stool.While holding my cards because it was a better option than Rollings’s hand.“Show us what you got shortie” I almost had my cards flat to my chest, I can’t believe I forgot him. “You first” Damien laughed his straight white teeth gleaming against the tanned skin of his face. No one had to tell me he was the aggressive loud loud-mouthed one in the group. Rollings is obviously the pretty boy ex superstar, I mean he was America’s golden boy. Talented and attractive. Quinn played the part of a filty rich arrogant CEO, obviously. Ian… sometimes he could be teasing and light, cool evening. Other times intense and single mindedly focused. It was almost strange that I used to be terrified of him when we first met, and how h
“Are we gonna keep playing or are you boys tired of losing?” Someone scoffed and Damien tossed back his drink, in one go. “Oh, I can go all day shortie”“Watch it,” Ian growled. "Last warning"That infuriating smile remains and I get the feeling he was doing it to needle Ian which makes me smile.I would never understand the dynamics of male friendships, they were constantly cursing out and ribbing at each other, the amount of curse words that flew about was enough to make me blush or feel the need to scrub my ear after this evening.I let out a sigh of relief when Saint goes back to shuffling the cards and the game continues. Crap, that was intense. “I’m out” Ian announced, two games later, cards abandoned on the table. And only a handful of chips left. “I can give you some of mine” was that allowed? He was kind enough to lend me some of his at the beginning after all. He dipped his chin and I felt his breath fan my ear, trailing his fingers over my arm “I’d rather play with you
I gasped.“You two need a room?” I jumped back face flushed and dried mouth at the snarky voice cutting through my mental simulation. Rollings had his chin popped on one hand, golden brows raised as he smiled from the other side of the table. I felt the vibration from his words pass through me, “That thing you’re about to say, swallow it” Ian tells Damien who must have returned at some point, he closed his parted lips at the warning, a feral grin on his lips. “Or what?”“Hold your tongue or lose it, really I'd be doing everyone here a favor”Rollings dropped cradled his forehead in his hands. “You really shouldn’t have dared him, now he’ll say some shit just to be nasty”Right...Damien knocked his glass into Rollings. “You know me so well brother-“A vibrating sound draws my attention. Behind me, Ian slipped his phone out of his inner jacket pocket, the caller ID reading ‘Unknown’ His hand moves to my waist, lips touching my temple, he goes to stand up, "I need to take this, will
Back in the private area, I'm led to one of the leather couches lining the wall blending in nicely with the low light in the room. I had no idea they were back here. "Wait here, Quinn will be back in a bit, need anything? More champagne? Something stronger?""Actually, I'd like some water" alcohol always made me thirsty.He nods before slipping out of the room. A moment later a waiter brings me a sealed bottle and a glass on a tray."Is it time for the live performance?" Rolling asked as he fell on the couch on the other side "Who's up tonight?""Don't know" a low voice replied, Saint, seriously how did I not see him? then it was Daimen, five tumblers clasped between his fingers, I had no idea how he held those without slipping, Saint, Rollings and Ronan take one each, he hands me one muttering something like Quinn under his breath before crossing to take a seat beside Ronan on the other side of Saint. I sniffed at the glass and wrinkled my nose at the smooth smell of hard liquor.A
“Allen is bringing the car around, we’ll be on our way in a bit” Ian smooths a hand up my arm as we stepped out of the casino. I offered a nod and clasped his arm at the bicep.I hear a now familiar laughter and see Rollings punch Damien on the arm which makes him laugh harder. “Here” Ian directs and I see three oncoming headlights, the others fall in beside us, as we walk, a quick flash from the side draws my eyes. “Ignore it” “Hm?” I responded absentmindedly, my eyes trying to get a better look as the flash went off again. A hand moves to the base of my spine, I hadn't realized I'd stopped walking “Paparazzi, just keep walking”Oh right.I’d almost forgotten I was walking with actual celebrities like Rollings and then there’s Ian. The Cross family is also well know in the city, mainly infamous I think, I didn’t know what Ronan and Saint were into but there was a pattern here. Not to mention the scale of their attractiveness, decked out in stylish outfits perfect for men in their
I couldn't stop laughing as I got in, Mr Allen closed the door and I buckled in, Outside, the others seemed to have gotten into their vehicles. Ian appeared beside me a moment later.“After a loss like this one would think he’d cool down on the betting” Eyes on his phone he replies “He enjoys the rush” “Still, I’d die if I lost an expensive car like this” I smooth up my hands on the cool leather of the interior. The last time we’d been out I sat at the front but tonight we were at the back and Mr. Allen drove tonight, affording me the opportunity to take it in.“He can afford it” he clicks something on his phone before putting it away. The vehicle starts and pulls out of the curb. I lean my head on the car seat. My scalp was beginning to feel tight from my high ponytail, I glanced at him from the side but I was glad I came out tonight.“You’re friends are something else”He made a disagreeable sound looking out the window “I wouldn’t go that far” I laughed. Men. “Sorry, I meant y
I thought much about Ian’s strange departure for long before sleep claimed me. And I say strange because it just felt… wrong. He was with me, I know it. I felt it. The way he kissed me, was that of a man that wanted to see how far he could go, how far I would let him take me. And last night…I couldn’t help but feel like I’d missed something.Something…From when we left the casino and got to the house. Possibly before then?But what? I wasn’t very good at discerning the thoughts of others, I tended to mind my business growing up in a house that taking up any space made me a target for Monica wrath.The sight of me soured her mood. She was hardly ever in a good mood other then when her rich friends were around. I stayed out of her way as I became older. Most of all, I learned to not ask questions and allowed people what they wanted to share. Where are you going?Is it work? When will you be back?Questions.Oh, how I had them. It had been on the tip of my tongue last night. And