The Lost Bet

AslanHis breath hitched and his eyes dilated as he saw the innocent lamb in front of him. He was in his car, going for golfing with his friends. He smiled as he saw her clearly. She was helping kids to cross the road. A kid wanted to say something and she bent down to hear. Perfect ass, he thought. She walked a little but turned to look at other kids and it pushed her breasts against the top. Neither busty, nor slim, just perfect boobs, another box checked in his mind. She had a large bun on her head. So long hair, nice when he will wrap them around his hand, and…… A smile grazed his lips. He saw as she smiled and sun shined in a corner of his heart which was dark for years. He was so turned on by looking at her smile. Her lips were a perfect pink. He growled as the pants became too tight. He never used to waste time on details like a smile but she was different. His mouth went dry, his eyes went hazy, and his mind started conjuring up filthy images of him and her. His only thought at

Author's POVElena was late for home. Again. She was running towards home as she didn’t want any drama tonight, but she felt something was wrong. The lights were off. She turned on the torch on her phone and searched for keys in her bag.“John?” She called his name but there was no answer. Shit. She had given him money to pay the power bill as today was last date of their extension period. She screamed in frustration. But where is he? Oh no. He must have gone back to his poker. No, no, no, he will lose all the money. She opened the door and when she didn’t find him, she went to her room and searched for the envelope of money. It wasn’t there.She called John's friend, Dan and cursed under her breath as she did so. This man was the real culprit who had made her John addicted to gambling.He picked up on tenth ring. “Dan, where is John?” She spoke without any pleasantries. She so hated this man.“He is playing.”“I said where he is?”“We are at Kings Casino.” What is he doing there? It

Author's POVElena didn’t know what to do. She saw as he poured himself a drink.He knew she was looking at him, so he teased. “You want something?”“I would like water, please.” Her voice was shaking.Aslan didn’t like it. Why is she so scared?“I am not your servant. Get one from the fridge behind the bar.” He took a seat on the large sofa and saw as she disappeared to get the bottle.Elena saw the bottles of alcohol. She had never heard their names. They must be expensive, she thought. She found the fridge and grabbed a bottle. She took a sip and placed the bottle back on the counter. Her stomach was in knots. As she came out, he ordered. “Give me your phone.”“Why?”“You ask far too many questions.” He didn’t like the expression on her face.“Why shouldn’t I?” She knew she was treading shallow waters.“Elena, give me your phone.” This time, his eyes had only one emotion, and that was anger. He can do anything to you, Elena. Listen to him. She said to herself and gave her phone to

Aslan's POVAslan kicked the elevator. “What does she think she is?” Her constant crying was freaking him out. He didn’t like crying women.In fact, he had never seen crying women except for his sister and mother. He had only seen women smiling, and moaning beneath him. Then why this one was crying like a baby? Yes, she was betted on a poker table, but her own husband had betted her. The jerk had shown his true colors. Then why doesn’t she just accept Aslan knowing that he has saved her from that piece of shit? What is the problem?The elevator pinged and he came out in the lobby. Several heads turned and women sighed, as they looked at him. Yes, this is what he wanted. He is handsome, and knew that everyone wanted him, then why isn;t this woman showing the same interest?He made his way to the car waiting for him and slipped in. “Take me to Lucci’s, Mike.” Lucci was his friend’s bar and it was not just bar, but a strip club and Aslan was the only one there who had fucked every one of

Author’s POVHe looked at her as she came out of the shower. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was wearing his bathrobe. The knot on the robe made him smile. She feels its gonna save her. He took a drag from his cigar and gulped his whiskey. She was looking breathtaking. He didn’t know why he wanted her, but he knew that it was his desire and he never killed his desire.Elena didn’t look at him but the smell of the cigar alerted her that he was smoking. So many people die of cancer every day. Why not this monster? She instead turned her attention to her hair. She went to the dressing table and looked at herself. Her eyes were tired. She was an ordinary woman who was not a striking beauty, yet this man had chosen her to fulfill his carnal desire. Why? Honestly, he ticked every box on the list of being desirable, apart from owning a little brain, but rest of him quite perfect, then why her, when he could pick any girl at the bar or wherever he went? She dried her hair with the tow