Page 165 of Sin With Me

What would she say if she knew where I was right now? What would she do if she were here?

I adjust in my seat, picturing her perched on my knee while I dropped the cards on the table. She’d wiggle with excitement, and I’d unashamedly watch her tits bounce—all the men at the table would.

And then…

Then, after I won the giant pot, I’d take her to my room, throw her on the bed and fuck her in the pile of money. I wouldn’t stop until she was a panting, boneless mess.

God, I wish I could share this part of my life with her. That I wouldn’t have to hide.

“Are all bets in?” the dealer asks, pulling me from my thoughts. Everyone dips their chins, and the dealer pulls a card from the pile, flipping it over and sliding into the middle of the table with the other cards.

My mind drifts as everyone makes their bets again.

What’s Eve doing right now?

We haven’t had an actual conversation in days and that’s just far too long for me. I sent her a text this morning, only to get a little heart as a reply. Then, before entering this room, I sent another text, just to check in on her, to make sure Roman isn’t bothering her, and nothing. She hasn’t replied. I don’t think she’s even read the message.

I can’t help myself from spiraling into a million possible reasons why she isn’t answering, and every one of the scenarios ends with Roman taking what’s mine.

The game continues. Chips slide across the felt and fingers tap against the table as bets are made, until, finally, I lay my cards down. My heart jumps into my throat as I scan everyone’s hands.

I won.

I fucking won.

The dealer slides the chips in front of me, and I quickly add them to my ever-growing stash. The men around the table, so different from the ones I spend my days at home with, grumble their congratulations. Even if their words are hollow, I take them.

Another hand.

The dealer shuffles the cards, my eyes tracking the movement like I’m in a trance. He quickly gives each of us our hand, and I flip the corners of the cards up to see what I got.

My heart skips a beat.

Everyone shoves their antes’ into the middle of the table, and I hesitate before matching the bet. I could’ve raised, but that would show my hand too soon.

An electric current crackles in the air as the tension between the group rises. My mind tries to force me to think about Eve again, to think about the way she’s been silent on me since I left. But I stay in the here and now, focusing on the cards in front of me.

The River, the final card, flips over, and my heart leaps. The Ace of Spades stares back at me, sealing my fate. A pair of Aces and a Queen—my heart pounds in my chest.

I've done it.

Knowing what’s about to happen, I slide my hand forward, the chips clinking together in a triumphant symphony. There’s a brief pause as everyone takes in my cards, then the room erupts in a chorus of applause and muttered curses. My fingers graze over the smooth chips, the rough-worn fabric as I rake in my winnings.

It’s been a good night. A winning night.

My mind floats back to Eve and, in this moment, I want to share it with her. I want to tell her that I’ve won.

But she can’t know.

She can never know.

“Wow,” I half-moan around a mouthful of bacon covered mac and cheese. “This is so good.”

Roman chuckles, bumping my knees with his. “Told you.”

“For once, you were right. It’s shocking, honestly.” Ignoring his glower, I lick the cheesy spoon for good measure before dropping it back into the styrofoam dish. “God, I love Doordash.”

“You’re so easy to make happy.”

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