Blackjack Crossing Golf Course Novels & Stories

He was staring out the window. The staff met us at the entrance as we exited and helped us carry our clubs to a cart that was waiting in front of the building. After signing in at the desk, we departed and made the decision to stop at the service cart for a whiskey on the way. Spencer went first as I put on my golf glove and grabbed the club shaft when we arrived at the first tee. Spencer positioned himself in front of the ball in preparation for his first shot. "Do you remember seeing Skye in the café?" He backed up and hit the ball, which pulled to the right and landed just barely in the rough.

Lucas asks. I look at my father. He shrugs. “I can do golf.” I nod. “Yeah, I can do some golf.” Lucas waves one of the staff over and tells them to bring a golf cart. It pulls up already stocked with clubs, and we hop in. As we drive, I take in the land around us, and it hits me again just how rich the Blackwoods really are. They’ve got a whole damn mini golf course on their property. We don’t even have a virtual one back home.

She bent her knees as if she were going to kneel. Whitney was shocked and immediately pulled her up. "What are you doing, Mom? Fine, fine. I'll go! Are you happy now?" "Really? Oh, good, good! Hurry up! Go now!" Crystal urged. Whitney had no choice but to leave with Mabel. … At that moment, Sebastian and Rosalie arrived at the Dalestone golf course. There were several limited-edition luxury cars parked at the entrance. A few young, good-looking men and women leaned against the cars as they talked and laughed happily. They were obviously from rich families.

She showered, put on the outfit Richard had left for her, a tiny white tennis skirt and crop top, no underwear, and met the men for breakfast. "Today, we're playing golf," Michael announced. "Nine holes. And you're the caddy." "I don't know anything about golf," Isabella said. "You don't need to," David said with a grin. "You just need to look good bending over." They walked to the private nine-hole course, Isabella carrying a bag of clubs, very aware that every time she bent over to set down the bag or retrieve a club, her ass was completely visible under the tiny skirt.

A calmly bold voice replied. The female assistant left and returned afterwards with a young man who didn't hesitate to take his seat across from this old man. They were seated in the VIP section of the richest clubhouse in BlackBeth— CLASSIC SIN. The young man peered down at the play cards on the table, aside from these cards also stood a board chess. Used cigarettes and new notes of dollars were also left carelessly unkept. The only thing this young man reached was the bottle of champagne beside the old man.

She reluctantly threw it on the pile. “I warned you couldn’t afford me,” Grayson reminded her. Ebony flashed him the finger. Now it came down to Ash. He rubbed his long fingers across his chin, looked at his cards, then back at Grayson. “I’ll raise you little Godwin. 3 Gs. May the best man win.” “Or woman!” said Amber. “My mistake. I apologize to the ladies. May the best man or woman win. Leo, show your cards.” Leo threw down a flush which had Ebony bitching. She threw down her cards revealing a straight before she drank the wine straight from the bottle. Amber set her full house down on the table with a grin. But Ash cleared his throat and flashed his four of a kind in her direction.

I whispered. He offered his arm. “Let them see.” And just like that, we stepped into the night—a storm dressed in black silk and dominance. The Cross Foundation Gala was less an event and more a carefully staged performance of power. Held at The Blackstone—the Hamptons’ crown jewel—it didn’t just impress. It warned. Every detail dripped with restraint and decadence: black lacquered tables gleamed like oil under the warm flicker of onyx candles, each flame mirrored in smoked crystal glassware. The scent of dark roses and aged bourbon drifted through the air, threading between murmured conversations and the quiet, arrogant hum of old money and even older secrets.

Thomas noticed her improvement with pride, his eyes sparkling with affection. The friends took turns on the green, their laughter pealing through the serene golf course. Genevieve managed to sink a putt from a surprising distance, while Nichole's persistence paid off with a shot that rolled dramatically around the edge of a sand trap before dropping neatly onto the green. As they played, the sun began its slow descent, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn.

Catelyn bit onto the fresh fruit, and her eyes lit up. … Three days later, the grass was green and scenic at the Deluxe Golf Course. Catelyn brought the collaboration proposal that she had put together, followed Cedrick, and entered the golf course smoothly. Not that she wanted Cedrick to help negotiate, but it was simply because venues like this were usually limited to the VIPs only. She could not make it in without the VIP member card. The membership typically required up to a million dollars per annum to reload the credits. Catelyn could not sign up for a card just to see Mister Kingsley, so she could only tag along with Cedrick.

“It’s gonna be fine. We’ll find a way to end this.” “Yeah.” I breathed deeply multiple times until my cheeks burned. I felt embarrassed and started to panic. I swallowed hard and took the glass Spade offered. “God, this is embarrassing. I’m sorry.” “Nothing to be embarrassed for,” Striker said, smiling. “I can take you out of here. The backyard is big. There’s a stream at the end of the golf course.” “There’s a golf course here?” I asked in astonishment, staring at him. “Yeah. A soccer field, too.”