A/N Hey all! So I have decided to start a new story. This chapter has been in my head since I went to Niagara Fall a couple of weekends ago. I am not 100% sure where this story is giong to go, but I need a break from Making Us. I am not in anyway abandoning that story, i have just been having a hard time with it.
So a few things that you should know. Jasper did leave Maria with Peter and Charlotte. He never met Alice or any of the Cullens. Bella is obviously in the story. She too has never met the Cullens or any vampires. There is no Pack.
Disclaimer.... I do not own these characters in anyway. Ms. Meyers does, I just like to play.
I taunted as I leaned back in my chair, eyes closed, waiting for the other three players still in the game to react.
Excitement, nervousness, doubt and lust were flying around the poker table I sat at.
Ace, King, Jack, eight and five were laid out on the table before us.
"Shit." Whispered the young, so-called poker star seated across the table from me. His lips never moving as the word escaped his mouth. His pulse was beginning to rise as he peered at his cards again.
I knew he wasn't going to win the hand.
But he thought he was.
The old bastard next to him didn't flinch as I made my call. He just continued to stare at the hideous painting on the wall behind the dealer, while clinking his chips together.
"Alright, Crazy-eyes. I call. All-In." Poker Dick declares as he pushes his chips to the middle. A little more than five hundred thousand dollars. I felt his regret as he leaned back in his chair, cringing ever so slightly. His eyes never leaving my face as he waited for the other two players still in the game to call.
He had taken to calling me Crazy-Eyes after he had beat me in a very expensive hand earlier in the game. Luckily, he hadn't heard the low growl coming from deep within my chest. No one did for that matter. All we could hear was him screaming and yelling like the fucking drunken buffoon he was. He did however, notice when my eyes changed from a dark rust to black. He was scared shitless and shut his trap for the next few hands.
I knew that everyone had noticed the colour of my eyes. How could you not? But I calmed them down quickly and no one mentioned it, until Poker Dick. They probably assumed they were contacts. It's what most humans do. Come up with some justification that makes themselves feel better about a situation. No matter how wrong they might be.
I was not at all happy about the new colour of my eyes. Peter and Charlotte had decided that I should try a new diet to try and help with my so-called depression. Little did I know feeding from animals changes eye colour.
And little did they know that I indulge myself every week with a tasty treat. Usually a sexy little thing that satisfies me in more ways than one.
"Call." Old Bastard challenged, pushing in about three hundred thousand.
I turned my gaze to the player to my left. The other players are confused as to how or why she was still in the game.
Me, I couldn't care less.
All I know is that she has the finest set of tits I have laid my eyes on in a while.
She is some socialite from New York city. Her father is the CEO of blah, blah, blah and she is here with her friends for a club opening or some shit like that. I had met her this morning while I was checking in. All I had to do was flash her my "Panty-dropping" smile, as Peter likes to call it, and she was ready to fuck me in the lobby fountain. Her friends managed to pulled her away, but not before she gave the key to her room and told to find her after their big night of slutting it up at the club.
I hadn't really planned on playing with any women this weekend. We were on our way from my house in Alberta to Peter and Charlotte's in Maine. But Charlotte wanted to have a "romantic weekend" (her words not mine) with Peter before we got there, so here we are. Niagara Falls. They have a couple of Casinos here, so I decided that I would gamble for the weekend. There was some big convention going on and I was able to find some worthy opponents. And by worthy, I mean rich. There aren't usually any high rollers here in Niagara Falls, but I lucked out.
Since I was on a gambling mission , I planned to have her tomorrow night. A fun farewell to The Falls. But she had managed to find me after the club and latched on, somewhere between the high stakes Blackjack tables and the high stakes Poker room we now sat in. I knew she had no idea how to play Texas Hold 'Em, and I am sure that the gallons of booze circulating through her system did not help her learn, but I brought her along anyway. If only for the magnificent view her low cut shirt and non-existent skirt provided me.
"So Sugar, what are you going to do? You want to play with me?" I crooned as I threw some lust towards her.
If her seat hadn't been wet before, it sure was now. She shimmied around in her chair, an annoying giggle escaping her.
"Oh, do I ever." She said as she licked her lips and tipped her stacks in. "Call."
She turned to me, her legs wide open, as she flipped her cards, showing a pair of queens. "What you got cowboy?"
"Why don't we let the others show theirs first." I answered looking back towards the other players. I could feel my eyes dilating at the sight of her spread open beside me.
Old Bastard had an Ace and a King. Two pair. Not bad.
Poker Dick had a pair of Kings. Three of a kind. I had to give it to the little fucker, it was a nice hand. And with the sly look on his face he assumed he had won when the other two flipped up their cards. I decided to have a little fun with him and shoved some excitement and confidence his way. Instantly he stood up.
"Well, cowboy. Let's see them."
I looked at my cards one more time before I flipped them.
Ace of Spades. Ace of Diamonds.
"You feel like the staying in the Presidential Villa tonight, Honey?" I asked, lust radiating out to her like a tidal wave.
"Uhhh… sure….baby. Whatever you want. I'm yours." Fuck me this was too easy.
I flipped my cards as I stood up, pulling what's-her-name with me. "Its been fun gentlemen. Thanks for the upgrade."
The old guy flipped the dealer a hundred dollar bill before making his way out of the room. He really didn't seem to care that he had lost a butt-load of cash tonight. Poker Dick on the other hand, looked like he was about to cry. He just stared at my cards, trying to justify his wagers and strategy.
She began nibbling on my earlobe as I waited for the dealer to round up my winnings. Almost two million dollars. "For you." I said as I threw the dealer a fifty thousand dollar chip.
"Why…why thank you sir. Enjoy the Villa." He answered with a smile.
"Oh, don't you worry. I will." I turned on my heel, pulling my next little game along with me.
I leaned in and gave her neck a little lick. Despite the nasty perfume, she didn't taste half bad. She may not be the finest of wine but hey, we all have to slum it sometime. My dick twitched in my pants and the venom pooled in my mouth, as I thought about what the next few hours would bring.
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