Page 67 of Midnights
Poker Night
Kane
Ilook down at my phone and frown. It’s not late, but no one calls me at this hour unless it’s important.
“Mr. Robertson?”
“Yes.” My tone is clipped, already bracing for whatever bullshit is going on now.
“It’s Ren. There was a security issue, and the access code had to be changed about thirty minutes ago.”
I sit up a little straighter. “Why?”
He explains there was a problem with the door and the access code wouldn't work, so they reset it as a precaution. Seems harmless enough.
Still, something about it doesn’t sit right.
“Understood. Keep an eye on the system logs. If anything seems off, I want to know immediately.”
“You got it, sir.”
I hang up, clenching my jaw.
Glitches happen. Sure. But not withoursystem. Cam and I built it from the ground up. Well, mostly Cam, he’s the tech genius. I had the vision for what I wanted, and he made it happen. There’s no reason for an error like this.
I exhale through my nose, running a hand through my hair. Maybe I’m overthinking. Wouldn’t be the first time. Comes with the job and what can I say, paranoia pays the bills. But the last few days have been anything but predictable, and I don’t like the variables I can’t control.
Still, I let it go. For now.
It's poker night, which should be a decent enough distraction. And if I’m being honest, I could use the space. The conversation with Raven earlierwas a mistake. Not because I didn’t enjoy it. The problem was my dick. It was hard the entire time.
She spent half the time insulting me, and yet every smartass comment had me picturing the look on her face as she delivered each blow, waiting to see if I’d bite.
I’m not entirely sure something isn’t wrong with me with how much I loved it.
I stand, rolling my shoulders out before heading for the bar. Time for a drink. Anything to get my head back where it needs to be.
I’ve always been good at reading people, it’s second nature. And Raven? She walks around like a little princess who always gets her way.
The truth is, I don’t think she could handle me. The things I'm into alone would probably send her running. Fast. And I don’t do careful. If she got a real glimpse into my life, she’d probably decide this little game we’ve been playing wasn’t worth it.
It doesn’t stop me from thinking about her, though. She’s in my head, taking up space she has no business occupying.
I look down at my dwindling pile of chips. I’ve already lost £10,000 because I'm distracted as hell, even though my hand was a winning one.
The guys are eating it up because I never lose, and they know it.
“Listen, whatever’s going on, keep doing it. I finally made back some of the money I lost last time. Brittany will be thrilled, and maybe she’ll stop harassing me now.” Brandon grins as he leans back in his chair.
Looks like his engagement is going well if she’s already getting after him for losing money at our last game. Not that I blame her. He told her he was golfing. If she finds out he’s been lying about poker, he’s fucked.
“Are we not going to hang out with our two favorite girls tonight?” Tyler asks, casually tossing chips into the pot.
“No, Tyler. We are not going to hang out with them tonight,” I say flatly, giving him a pointed look. “There are far more pressing things than women, and right now, we’re busy. Besides, I plan on taking all your money tonight and winning mine back in the process.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I think about ignoring it. But then I wonder if it’s another message about the house. With a sigh, I pull it out to check.
It’s Raven.
