Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“No, I mean we won’t be seeing each other again, Mary,” I finish in a low growl. “I know you’re disappointed, baby, but our relationship has run its course, and you’ll be better off with someone else. A kinder, gentler, more considerate man who will be a better partner to you.”
The redhead finally understood what I was saying, and she clutched the sheet to her bare breasts as her green eyes filled with tears.
“No, Patrick!” she begged. “Don’t leave me! I’ll do anything you want! What do you want? Just tell me! Are you craving a threesome with another woman? I’ll lick her pussy and suck on her tits while you penetrate us both! Or another man? I’ll happily suck both of your cocks at once if it that’s what makes you happy.”
A migraine began to bloom behind my eyes and I pinched the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger because Mary was simply not getting it. I put my hand down and gave her a direct look.
“Thanks for the thought, but it doesn’t matter what I want, or what you want. Our time’s up, sweetheart. There’s nothing you can do about it, and I certainly wouldn’t want someone as sweet and kind as you to change for a bastard like me. My admin will be in touch.”
Then, I strode out the door, my thumb hitting speed dial as I waited in the hall for the elevator.
“Yeah, hi Elena, can you pick out something for Mary?” I asked in a weary tone after my secretary picked up. “A bauble with rubies or emeralds. Or maybe sapphires. A necklace or ring. Thanks, Elena.”
With that, the relationship was over. Sure, Mary would cry a bit and maybe even bawl over a sappy movie with a college chum. But the minute the jewelry arrived, her eyes would alight on the precious stones while her pussy moistened. It’s pathetic, but a lot of ladies I know literally get turned on at the prospect of expensive jewelry. You show them a diamond, and their nipples harden as they begin to pant. Their heart-rates begin to accelerate and soon, they’ve forgotten my rude words altogether. All they want is a glimpse of their reflections in the mirror, draped in sparkling jewels.
But now, I have a beautiful blonde before me who seems smarter than your average bear. I don’t mean to insult the women I date because they’re not not smart. The ladies are clever and street-wise, even if they spent most of their academic careers on the Dean’s shit list. That fuckery doesn’t bother me though. Some people just aren’t the type for grades, degrees, nor any of that academic bullshit. As long as they’re curvy and luscious, then I don’t give a flying fuck.
But Miss Finnegan is different. The woman is ravishing, of course, with long golden locks, a plush pout, and the face of an angel. She’s also voluptuous, her curves practically busting out of her red dress with the vee at the décolletage showing off the inner sides of those big tits. But something tells me that she’s truly intelligent. It could be because she’s the only female here, at the high rollers table at the Degas, because they don’t just allow anyone to play at these tables. You have to be able to throw a significant amount of cash around. Then again, it could also be because she cased this joint yesterday afternoon, like a smart competitor determined to win.
Clearly, Miss Finnegan is not one to be underestimated, and I turn to my cards after they’re dealt. Hmm, the three in my hand are good but not great. Let’s see how the lady plays. She takes a peek at her cards, careful to lift only the corner, before putting them back down with a secret smile on those red lips.
“Anything good, darlin’?” the gruff Texan to her left asks. I have no idea why that fucker’s wearing a ten-gallon hat indoors, much less one that’s studded with gems at the brim, but to each their own. He’s barrel-chested and at least sixty, so the young lady merely laughs while shaking her head, golden tresses rippling.
“That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” she says with a sassy smile. Then, the flop is revealed, and to my satisfaction, I have a pair of tens. The turn comes next, and then the river, and I finish with two pairs: tens and fives.
But the most intense psychological fuckery comes now because the serious betting begins. I’ve been observing each of the players as they ante up after successive rounds, and already have them figured out one hundred percent. These assholes have obvious tells, and should seriously consider filming themselves in order to improve their games. One dude has a twitchy left foot, whereas another’s pupils tend to dilate when he lands something tasty. Another reflexively pats his belt in moments of concern, as if reaching for the heft of a firearm. Or maybe he’s looking for his favorite pocket-protector. I don’t know.