A Mixup At The Pool Table Novels & Stories

‘Thanks for the fun, babe, maybe I will run into you again sometimes,” she said before leaving the room and then vanishing into the crowd. When I went outside, people were jumping off the rooftop into the pool. Again, chasing the risk and the excitement fueled by the pill Jaxon had slipped me, I wanted to do it too. I did the same as the others, ran to get momentum to reach the pool, but as I launched, I slipped. I still made the pool, but only barely. One inch less, and I would have hit the slab around the pool. Isabelle, seeing from a distance that I almost missed the pool, came running towards me;

I set the bag on the table, trying to ignore the curious eyes, and hoped gravity would swallow me whole. Of course, nothing happens gracefully when Derek Hayes is involved. One of the other guys, he is tall, blonde, overly enthusiastic, decided this was the perfect moment to lean on the pool table. The cue slipped, the ball bounced, and…yes…you guessed it, almost hit me square in the shin.

I turned and saw Lucille looking up at the building with the baby in her arms. Patrick's office was on the ninth floor. My guess was that she knew exactly which window looked into Patrick's office. It was action time. I pulled Shania along and walked out of the cafe. Though everything was going according to plan and I wished for them to be utterly ruined with all my heart, I couldn't keep the anxiousness at bay. I felt so jittery that I stumbled. Shania steadied me and asked cautiously, "Should we just forget about it?" "There's no turning back now." I forced a smile and collected myself before walking out once more.

Would it make her as wet as the very thought was making me hard? “I don’t think she’s going to be fucking on the pool table anytime soon….” Truth slid into one of the spare seats. Pulling his old lady down onto his lap. Cali’s face was flushed, her hair standing up in every direction. . And it didn’t take a psychic to know what they had been up to. “Fender is playing…..” He didn’t have to finish. We all knew that Fender wasn’t actually playing pool.

He shrugged, setting the now sliced loaf on the table. Sophie let out a quiet giggle. “I enjoyed playing pool with you last night.” “Same, it was nice to have a new partner to play with, I know all Michael’s moves.” “Don’t know mine, huh?” A blush rose on her cheeks. “No. I hope I will though.”

"Maybe I'll think more clearly at a different bar. There's a good one in Southie I used to hang out at." "Jax, I'm not bar-hopping with you all night," I say, exasperated. "Stop messing with me." "I thought that was the deal." He rises to his feet, his full height towering over me. "Where I go, you follow." "That is the deal, technically." His eyes drift across the bar and land on the pool table in the corner. Fine, we'll stay. But you have to shoot some pool with me. Then maybe I'll consider signing your little document."

Then his expression turned to stone. He turned and walked away without a word, coffee still dripping from his ruined shirt. Marilyn stood frozen, the empty tray shaking slightly in her hands. Her perfect first day had just collided with the one night she had tried so hard to forget. And now the man she had walked away from with five hundred dollars and a careless note was her boss.

It was unhealthy. “Pool table,” Estelle whispered. I followed her gaze to a table in the corner. I recognized one of the men as the one who threatened Hector. I didn’t see him completely but it was him. He wasn’t the man in charge that was clear but he was a man of authority among the group of four men. If he was the man in charge, then he wouldn’t be shaking down the busboy. “Mind if we join?” Estelle asked. Two guys already occupied the pool table. They took us in and saw two harmless young ladies. Fools.

As we walk around the table half it's occupant looks at us. "Were going to play" Tommy says as explanation. "We are?" I ask confused. "Uh-huh" he motions me out of the room. "I thought we were... " "Going to the gym? I changed my mind. Let's hit the pool instead" he smiles. "Oh! Okay. That's good too I suppose" I replied halfheartedly now that I've successfully escaped from the room my embarrassment dies down to a pinch of sadness? "Wow" I lose my breath when we come across the square shaped pool.

She gestured her hand, motioning me to continue what I was doing. Then my eyes drifted to the long curved couch where I saw Miguel and Amanda, snuggled together. His arm was wrapped around her shoulder and her head rested on his chest. Okay. I placed the wine glass above the table and grabbed a cue stick. I then picked up the blue chalk placed on the edge of the pool and rubbed it on the tip of the stick. I moved in front of Daniel, looking at him convincingly. "You play billiard?" he asked, his expression turned to an impressed one.