My Exception (My Escort #2) by Kia Carrington-Russell

Author:Kia Carrington-Russell [Carrington-Russell, Kia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 099429994X
Amazon: B0115CVAIC
Publisher: Crystal Publishing
Published: 2015-08-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Making conversation with people I didn’t know was never difficult for me. My years working for Candice and Clive magazine gave me the charisma and confidence I needed to easily mingle in with a crowd full of strangers.

I couldn’t help but be grabbed by the bright lights. So many people were here. And most of them were happily spending their money on either machines or drinks. This sort of world never really appealed to me. I had almost forgotten it existed.

Eventually, Damon seemed happy for us to slip out. “Would you like to have a few games, Clover?” Damon asked, leaning over my shoulder and grabbing my attention again.

“No, I really have the worst luck,” I said. A smile spread across his face as he grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards a table. He looked at his silver watch. “We have twenty minutes to spare.”

“No really, I am terrible,” I said, as he led me through the glamorous crowd. A few men shuffled around to make space when we stopped at a roulette table. Damon placed some money before the dealer, who then gave him various coloured chips in return.

“Pick a number and a color,” he offered, gesturing at the table.

“I am not gambling your money,” I asserted. Trapping me, Damon wrapped his arm around me, both hands on either side of me on the table. “I’ve trapped you and we are not leaving until you’ve either lost all of this money or you have doubled it. I don’t believe my woman could be so unlucky.”

I wanted to argue with him, but looking behind my shoulder and up at his serious face, I knew there was no point arguing. “Um… red, thirteen,” I said nervously. Damon put a quarter of the chips out. I didn’t even know what value they held. As the dealer spun the board and dropped the ball, I felt my breath escape as I watched in suspense. Before I saw what number it was, I saw that it dropped into the black.

“Black, fourteen,” the dealer called loudly. I looked back at Damon, who smiled and put his head down, defeated.

“I won’t believe it. Go again,” he said, smiling. I attempted it another two times, failing each time. Damon’s laugh passed through me as his chest was firmly pressed to my back.

“You are utterly terrible,” he said, bemused.

“I told you I wasn’t lucky.” I felt myself pouting as I crossed my arms. “Well, go on, show me what you’re made of.”

Damon continued to laugh as he held my arms, embracing me. “Push the pile forward,” he growled into my ear. “Red, eighteen.”

“Is eighteen your lucky number?” I asked, smiling as he hugged me.

“It is. It was, after all, the day that you were born. And my, don’t you look ravishing in red,” Damon said with heated breath. I turned around and kissed him.

“Red, eighteen,” the dealer said loudly. I swung around, shocked.

“We will pull out now, thank you,” Damon replied.

“There is no way you knew that would happen,” I said.

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