Blackjack Crossing Golf Course Novels & Stories

The two of them stayed seated, lounging next to each other as a crew of men wearing golf attire strolled towards the gate. Miguel counted them, noting one for each female that was currently present. They seemed like a tight-knit group, very familiar with each other as they crossed the tennis court, joking and chatting along the way. He could already pinpoint Jonathon Briers in the crowd and recognized a few other men as well.

Michael also laughs with him as they get inside the car. On their way to Starwood residences. Michael noticed Dr Jill’s excitement as they passed through a picturesque setting against the backdrop of the mountains. “Is that a golf course?” Dr. Jill was fidgeting with excitement. “Yes, it’s the Aspen Golf Course, would you like to play there while you are here? Michael asked. “Yes, of course!” Dr Jill replied ecstatically. Then his expression became serious as he stared into Michael’s eyes.

"Miss La Rosa, our boss lives in this hotel. I'm afraid she might not be in her room right now, so I'll give her a call first." Alessia nodded slightly, watching Jasper's uneasy expression. She could afford to wait for a phone call. One minute later, Jasper hung up the phone. His expression relaxed slightly, heaved a long sigh, then turned to her and said, "Miss La Rosa, our boss wants me to take you to the golf course." The golf course? Alessia raised an eyebrow, nodding indifferently. The facilities of this hotel already met five-star standards, with not only International Cuisine but also various entertainment venues like billiards, golf, and bowling. It was indeed a good place for vacati

” He just motions with his eyes while handling me my stick. My eyes widen when I see a man dressed in all black under the blazing sun. What is he doing here?” It's Machado. He's wearing sunglasses again, scanning me with those eyes behind the lenses. He is with his trusted sub and two others, walking to sit and watch. “This isn't a match?” Minutes pass as I hit balls, which roll into holes without a second try. Two hours passed as my caddie wheezed, tired from carrying the heavy bags. Timmy rides the golf cart.

Ava’s POV The message came just after sunset. Ethan: Meet me at the Southridge Gym. 8 p.m. You’ll understand when you get here. I almost ignored it. Almost. But by seven-thirty, I was already driving, headlights slicing through the quiet stretch of highway that connected Charlotte to the smaller districts. The night felt heavier than usual, like it knew I was heading somewhere I shouldn’t. Southridge wasn’t far — forty minutes from the city, tucked between worn-out warehouses and fading streetlights. The gym was old, local, the kind of place you’d miss if you weren’t looking.

Jane’s POV The golf course is like an oasis of artificiality in a desert of flat land and unnatural colors. With only trees and buildings obstructing the planar geography, the course is diverse with landscapes; hills, lakes, and pits of someone flowing from one to another. It looks relaxing to see the huge space around me. And I realized why playing golf is expensive. Because it feels like you’re renting a huge place to your little ball play. Wearing a yellow shirt with sleeves, golf skirt and a visor Adidas cap, I looked at the people I am with in this gigantic garden.

Or having Phoenix show her how to put his arms wrapped tightly around her, his body pressed against hers. Genie genuinely played a few bad shots, that’s how distracted she was by his nearness. She almost made it around without raising Phoenix's suspicions. The last hole was a difficult one. A clump of tall trees made it very hazardous to cut the corner in an attempt to reach the green in one. Henry, by this time very smug at their imminent victory, suggested a bet on this last hole, placing a fifty-dollar bill on their combined scores.

Blog posts. From what I remembered, the guy was supposed to use a ‘come-hither’ curl of his fingers to hit your spot. Connor was doing that, except he was on the opposite side, so I guess it was more of a ‘go-thither’ gesture. Or the way a person says ‘hit me’ in blackjack by rubbing his cards with two fingers.

Caleb lifted his glass, “Matt’s changed out his Lady Luck tonight for Grace I saw.” I gave him a pleasant smile, “I wanted to float around a little, and Matt figured it would be better to have someone who knew how to play the game.” Caleb laughed, “I imagine Grace knows how to play all sorts of games at this point!” He looked at Mordecai who seemed a bit preoccupied with scanning the blackjack area. I wished I didn’t have to be sitting with Caleb either as he leered at me occasionally. “I’m sure you know how to play them all too, Cherry.” He licked his lips.

The symbols aligned, and to both their surprise, the machine chimed, indicating a win. They exchanged glances, and Ashley couldn't contain her excitement. "See, Ian? Luck is on our side tonight!" Encouraged by their initial success, Ashley led Ian to a blackjack table. She handed him a stack of chips, saying, "Let's try this! It's all about strategy." Ian, still a bit skeptical, took a seat, and Ashley joined him. As the cards were dealt, Ashley's enthusiasm was infectious. She guided Ian through the game, explaining the rules and suggesting strategic moves.