7 POKER NIGHT
1583 Words
Alice POV
I sit down at my desk to check my message boards on the dark web. The first one has nothing I'm interested in getting involved in, so I deleted them.
Moving on to the next one, I see a message from Devina. This might be interesting. I have done a few jobs for her over the last six months. She is a high-profile divorce attorney who has earned the nickname ‘Maddog.’ I laugh, thinking of it. She is supposed to be brutal in the courtroom.
”New case. Wife has been abused for years and cheated on. I have medical records in hand. My staff detective is having difficulty getting solid proof the husband is cheating. Also, I know he is hiding money. He thinks because he is an attorney and knows the law, he won’t have to pay up. Will you take the case?”
I lean back in my chair, shaking my head. The abusive cheater wants to leave her with nothing after that s**t. I can feel the heat rising in me. Hell, yes, I’ll take it. I’ll do her one better.
We have done business for a while now. Maybe it’s time we actually talk.
I look up her number, then grab a disposable phone out of my bottom drawer.
I call her directly on her cell phone. “Hello,” she answers.
”Devina, this is Queen. I thought it was time we talked.” I hear her sharp intake of air. “One moment, please,” she says.
”Everyone out of the conference room now,” I hear her say.
I smile and wait. “I’m so glad we can finally speak. Is Queen what you want me to call you?” she asks.
”Yes, I like my anonymity,” I reply.
”I take it you have had a chance to see the message I posted?”
”Yes, and I will gladly take the job. I’m going to need a few things. His full legal name, a recent picture clearly showing his face, places he likes to frequent. How quickly do you need everything?” I ask.
“Our first meeting to negotiate with his lawyer and a court representative is in three weeks. I will need a week before that to review your findings and prepare.
”OK, I'll call you when I have everything. Send all the information I requested to the same email address you used before. It will be forwarded to me,” I state.
She laughs. “I didn’t think you were really located in Switzerland.” I smile at that. “No,” I reply with a chuckle.
”Okay, you will have everything by tomorrow,” she says. I hang up. If everything pans out that the wife is telling the truth, I will gladly help her get what she is due in court.
I back out of everything in my computers and grin. It’s time to get ready for poker night.
I start the water running for a hot bubble bath and go into my closet to pick something to wear.
I want to be comfortable but still look amazing. I pick a pair of black boot-cut jeans that hug my ass and a barmaid-style top that has laces in the front bodice.
After thirty minutes of soaking in the tub, I do my hair and makeup. I decided to leave my hair down tonight.
I go to the safe in my closet. I open it and grab a bundle of tens. Knowing that's ten grand. I eye the rest.
Some may think it’s crazy keeping fifty grand in your home, but growing up poor and hungry, having it here makes me feel secure.
I will never be in that position again. Neither will Alex. I’ll make sure of it. I shake my head to chase away thoughts of our mother and that time in our lives.
Locking the safe, I grab my cell phone and jacket, putting the money in the inside breast pocket.
Deciding to take the Hummer tonight, I jump in.
Once I arrive at the club, I park in my usual spot near a lamp post so my vehicle is illuminated.
I grab my things and then enter the club. I smile when I see muscles talking to the attendant. When he turns and sees me approaching, his eyes rake over me, Leaving warmth in their wake.
Although his face remains stoic, I see the hunger in his eyes as they peruse me.
”Are you ready to lose some money, Myshtsy?” I ask with a grin.
He grunts and then smirks at me. “This way,” he says, stepping beside me and placing his large, warm hand on my lower back.
Goosebumps rise on my arms from his touch as he guides me down a hallway to a private elevator.
He swipes a card across a scanner, and the doors open. Good, they take security seriously.
Once we enter and the doors close, he turns to me. “You look beautiful, Vikson,” his deep, timbre voice is making my lady parts wake up. I try to be discreet as I slowly rub my thighs together.
I take my time looking him over from head to foot. A custom-tailored black suit that fits him perfectly. It’s tapered at the waist, showcasing his massive chest, and you can't miss his huge biceps through the jacket. I bet they are as big as my thighs.
My mouth waters and I have to tell myself not to lick my lips consciously. I look back up into his deep blue eyes and smile.
”You look handsome, Myshtsy.” (muscles) What I wanted to say was you look good enough to eat. But I am trying to behave myself.
His lip quirks up, and he starts rubbing his thumb up and down on my back, where his hand is still placed. I can think of a few other places he can rub for me.
Damn, I need to get it together.
When the doors open, we enter a foyer with black marble floors. He guides me into an open living area.
I see Dem standing, looking out floor-to-ceiling windows at the city lights.
Muscles moves behind me and helps me remove my jacket. I slide my keys into the pocket but pull the bundle of money and my phone out.
He eyes it in my hands. As he lays my jacket over the back of a leather sofa, he says, “You won’t need that this evening.”
That has my attention. I see a poker table set up on the left side of the room. I stroll over and toss the money on it, then turn to him. Dem is now watching us.
”Why is that Myshtsy?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. He chuckles.
”We thought playing for information so we get to know each other would be more fun. Besides, we don’t want your money.”
I smile as I think over his words. I walk around the room, taking it in, running my hand across the furniture as I do.
”Assuming you would take my money is your first mistake this evening. If you want to play for questions and answers, I’m okay with that on two conditions,” I say as I turn and look at both of them.
Muscles looks to Dem as if he is deferring to him to respond. So I stare at Dem, waiting.
Dem takes a drink and slides his free hand into his pants pocket. “What are your conditions?” he asks with a gleam in his eyes.
I grin, knowing damn well they will agree to them. “First, the questions can only be about me or my life. No one else's.” He nods for me to continue.
”The second condition is that I will only be as open in my answers as you are to answering my questions,” I say with a mischievous smile.
”Da, agreed,” he says. I look at muscles, and he replies the same.
I point to the bar on the far wall. “Do you have a beer?” I ask. “We had your favorite sent up,” Muscles says as he walks behind the bar and gets one.
I walk over and take it as he hands it to me. “Beer?” Dem asks with his nose curled up.
I laugh. “I’m a simple woman who enjoys simple pleasures,” I respond and bite my bottom lip.
He stares at my mouth for a minute, and then he is in front of me in three long strides. He takes his thumb and forefinger, pinching my chin and tilting my head to meet his gaze.
”The only ones who get to bite those lips are us, Vikson” (vixon). He gently pulls it from between my teeth.
”That would be a full-time job for you then because I do it often,” I reply. He growls, and his eyes flash. Muscles steps closer to us, and I don’t miss it when he reaches down, squeezing himself and watching our heated moment.
I look between them. “Let’s get to know each other, gentlemen,” I say, backing away from Dem.
Because damn, my panties are soaked with this teasing. I need a moment to clear my head.
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