have hanging off my arm." He led me down the stairs and down into the massive room.
We walked up to a blackjack table. He sat down and played, I stood there like a statue. Being the pretty blonde sucked. Men leered, one groped, and several propositioned me. Each time Coop looked back, giving them a deadly look. They backed off instantly. He won a huge stack of chips within a few bets. The lady next to him leaned over and kissed him for good luck.
She glanced back at me, "I hope you don’t mind."
Before I could open my mouth, he discounted me completely, "She doesn’t care."
I stood there, stunned and wounded. The lady gave me a look, scooting her chair closer to his. I couldn’t believe he would treat me so poorly, but I knew it was the act. I focused on the room.
Suddenly, my stomach dropped. The room spun and I was sure I would be sick any second. My mouth hung open but he walked right by me.
The man I watched didn’t know me, he wouldn’t. My mother wouldn’t have known me. He looked remarkably healthy and happy. His face was fresh shaved and his slightly-longer hair was chin length and very European chic. He too looked like a model, maybe a Hugo Boss ad. It was disturbing.
Steve had fucked me over.
That was why he hadn’t fought to come with us. Servario had never been taken.
Servario was stunning from every angle as he crossed the wide room. As was the girl he was escorting. A sound left my lips. I didn’t know what to think or say or do. I stood there in my disguise, feeling completely exposed. My heart felt like it fell onto the carpet in front of me.
He was fine.
He was totally fine.
Limping along behind him was worse, far worse. James walked with a cane, smoking a cigar and escorting a beautiful brunette. They strolled nonchalantly into the back room. The trail of smoke and my trembling lip were the only evidence that they had ever been there.
"Servario and James are here." The words left my lips so softly I didn’t think he had heard me. He was laughing with the lady next to him. But I watched his back straighten as he glanced about "Where?" he muttered.
I nodded towards the back of the room.
He could see me in his peripheral.
My heart was in my throat. I was never going to come down from the panic attack I was silently having. I let him fuck me and he literally fucked me, he and my husband. They had strolled past me with a bevy of babes and a cocky grin each. Neither having a care in the world. I certainly wasn’t on the list of things either gave a shit about.
Shit. Shit. Double shit.
How the hell was I going to finish the night of being Coop's Barbie bitch with the two of them there? I couldn’t. I leaned over, "I need to use the washroom."
Coop grabbed my arm and growled, "Stay here. You can go when I tell you to."
I froze. I kind of liked bossy Coop. The lady next to him gave him a look and then me. She seemed intrigued, "Why don’t you let her go and let me stay with you?"
He didn’t stop grabbing my arm but looked over at her, "She is my good luck."
I stood there, inwardly sobbing and hugging myself.
The lady nodded, "I see. What makes her so special? Maybe I could be your good luck."
I almost laughed as she proved the whole point he had been making about women being predictable and only really liking men who were assholes. He was being a jerk and the lady was throwing herself at him.
Coop played three more hands, winning a large sum of money, before a man in a suit came to him and asked if he wanted to play in the back room. He answered with a nod. The lady gave him another kiss, slipping him her number. I pretended I didn’t see, but she smirked at me, happy I saw.
I followed him like a fucking geisha girl to the back room. When he walked in, he smiled instantly at Servario, who nearly choked on his cigar. He looked at me briefly, but he didn’t recognize me. His eyes were back on Coop instantly. James didn’t know Coop. He didn’t even notice Servario nearly having
We walked up to a blackjack table. He sat down and played, I stood there like a statue. Being the pretty blonde sucked. Men leered, one groped, and several propositioned me. Each time Coop looked back, giving them a deadly look. They backed off instantly. He won a huge stack of chips within a few bets. The lady next to him leaned over and kissed him for good luck.
She glanced back at me, "I hope you don’t mind."
Before I could open my mouth, he discounted me completely, "She doesn’t care."
I stood there, stunned and wounded. The lady gave me a look, scooting her chair closer to his. I couldn’t believe he would treat me so poorly, but I knew it was the act. I focused on the room.
Suddenly, my stomach dropped. The room spun and I was sure I would be sick any second. My mouth hung open but he walked right by me.
The man I watched didn’t know me, he wouldn’t. My mother wouldn’t have known me. He looked remarkably healthy and happy. His face was fresh shaved and his slightly-longer hair was chin length and very European chic. He too looked like a model, maybe a Hugo Boss ad. It was disturbing.
Steve had fucked me over.
That was why he hadn’t fought to come with us. Servario had never been taken.
Servario was stunning from every angle as he crossed the wide room. As was the girl he was escorting. A sound left my lips. I didn’t know what to think or say or do. I stood there in my disguise, feeling completely exposed. My heart felt like it fell onto the carpet in front of me.
He was fine.
He was totally fine.
Limping along behind him was worse, far worse. James walked with a cane, smoking a cigar and escorting a beautiful brunette. They strolled nonchalantly into the back room. The trail of smoke and my trembling lip were the only evidence that they had ever been there.
"Servario and James are here." The words left my lips so softly I didn’t think he had heard me. He was laughing with the lady next to him. But I watched his back straighten as he glanced about "Where?" he muttered.
I nodded towards the back of the room.
He could see me in his peripheral.
My heart was in my throat. I was never going to come down from the panic attack I was silently having. I let him fuck me and he literally fucked me, he and my husband. They had strolled past me with a bevy of babes and a cocky grin each. Neither having a care in the world. I certainly wasn’t on the list of things either gave a shit about.
Shit. Shit. Double shit.
How the hell was I going to finish the night of being Coop's Barbie bitch with the two of them there? I couldn’t. I leaned over, "I need to use the washroom."
Coop grabbed my arm and growled, "Stay here. You can go when I tell you to."
I froze. I kind of liked bossy Coop. The lady next to him gave him a look and then me. She seemed intrigued, "Why don’t you let her go and let me stay with you?"
He didn’t stop grabbing my arm but looked over at her, "She is my good luck."
I stood there, inwardly sobbing and hugging myself.
The lady nodded, "I see. What makes her so special? Maybe I could be your good luck."
I almost laughed as she proved the whole point he had been making about women being predictable and only really liking men who were assholes. He was being a jerk and the lady was throwing herself at him.
Coop played three more hands, winning a large sum of money, before a man in a suit came to him and asked if he wanted to play in the back room. He answered with a nod. The lady gave him another kiss, slipping him her number. I pretended I didn’t see, but she smirked at me, happy I saw.
I followed him like a fucking geisha girl to the back room. When he walked in, he smiled instantly at Servario, who nearly choked on his cigar. He looked at me briefly, but he didn’t recognize me. His eyes were back on Coop instantly. James didn’t know Coop. He didn’t even notice Servario nearly having
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