A Mixup At The Pool Table นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

"Why are you still standing there? Can't understand plain English?" Jessie Cartney shouted, all while meticulously filing her nails. "There's a line behind you, you uncultured—" Even the security guards in the hall had come over, drawn by her voice. I couldn't help but laugh—truly, I did. In all my years, I had never seen someone rush to hand money to a bank, only to be shooed out with a broom. I wasn't ready to give up. I nudged the receipt toward the glass counter.

Crap, I need to punch myself each time I so much as think her name. I eat in the small hotel restaurant with several other players in hopes that I'll run into Jordan so I can apologize. She never shows. Kelson surprisingly joins our group. The man usually avoids me and anyone I'm with. Unfortunately, he immediately begins flappin' his fat mouth. "I say we start a pool for the day Miss Pollyanna is carted off the field by medical." My water glass is halfway to my lips and I swear if I squeeze the glass any tighter it will shatter.

We have a fun talk, I found out that just like me, he loves books, we like the same suspense writers but we disagree a lot about music, he enjoys blues and I’m a lover of romantic ballads. Adam takes me to the pool table, his hands rest possessively on my back and a warmth ran through my body when he whispers in my ear: “Do you know how to play pool?” “More or less?” “More to more or more to less?” “More to I know what a cue is, a ball and this funny green carpet, nothing besides that, get it?” Adam scratched his chin teasing me. “Let’s see what I can do with your wide knowledge in pool.”

The twin in green grinned and pulled out a pool cue. "Against who?" "Against Dan and Rhett. They seem to be good friends." The twins looked at each other and smiled before they turned to Daniel and myself. I heard Dan groan softly but chose to ignore it. "Okay. You're on." I accepted the challenge. I should have known it was a set-up. Daniel was useless when it came to pool and I found myself being the only capable one on our team against two guys who actually knew which side of the pool cue to hold. The twin in green (who I'd come to know was Mike) hit the white ball and I watched as it bounced expertly around the table until it hit the black ball into a corner pocket.

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.

I heard her hurried footsteps trailing behind me, attempting to ask for my identity. Stepping through the door, I froze after a few strides. They were gathered by the pool, and it wasn't just girls swimming; there were college guys too. Jazzlene stood in a corner, clad in a skimpy swimsuit, engrossed in conversation with a guy who eyed her as if she were his last meal. They exchanged whispers and laughs, intensifying the pounding in my temples. Leigh was the first to spot me, her face registering surprise. She swam over to Jazz and murmured something in her ear, prompting Jazz to turn and glance at me. Her expression shifted to one of astonishment before she said something to the guy and exi

Xander alerted, rising. It was intended to break the awful harshness brought about by his fear of commitment. The other men glanced at the pool table at the center of the room. " Are you sure? Last time you lost your penthouse in Berlin to me", Keith smirked. " Not this time. You will lose. "

We decided to meet in the middle and battle it out with pool noodles. “You’re going down, Monroe!” I shouted as I swung at her. She barely dogged it before swinging back. She nearly fell out of her float. My stupid eyes immediately went to her cleavage. Damn that was distracting. The pool noodle hit my head with a thud and completely caught me off guard. I sailed into the pool with a splash causing cheering all around. I lost! Willow and her stupid breasts were my downfall! I had to get myself together, this was ridiculous!