Blackjack Crossing Golf Course Novels & Stories

"How about raising the stakes a bit higher? If you do win, not just at roulette, but black jack and poker? I'll let you fuck me as much as you'd like," I took in that mass of black thick hair spiraling down her shoulders. Those dark eyes and her boobs. Hell yes. "Deal, darling," She laughed, a hoarse sound that sent thrills down my spine. I might as well get this over with. After a few rounds, I walked away from the roulette and blackjack table grinning. Trailing beside me was the Hispanic woman, looking as shocked as hell. "All that's left is poker, yes?" "Yes," she said breathlessly. "That was amazing! How on earth do you manage-"

His fingers lingered on my wrist, his thumb tracing the frantic pulse beating just beneath the surface. "Ready to face the lions?" he asked, looking up into my eyes. "As long as you're with me," I answered honestly. We walked to the Land Rover. He opened the passenger door for me, waiting until I had pulled the long satin skirt safely inside before closing it. The drive to the Blackridge Country Club was a blur of nervous anticipation. The club was located on the wealthiest edge of the city, a sprawling estate surrounded by perfectly manicured golf courses and towering, ancient oak trees.

He takes my hand and Sam takes Dante’s hand. We follow Damen and Jason into the beautiful restaurant, which from the sign indicates it is a French bistro. We are led to a back balcony that has a huge family-style table on it, beautiful and fragrant jasmine vines around the balcony, and it is decorated with fairy lights. Damen pulls out my seat then sits next to me.

With her right leg tied to his left with bandanas at the thigh and ankle, they just strode off leaving the competition behind. Moving on to the golf course, they found that it was set for a shotgun start. Two couples were positioned at each of the nine tees and everyone started together. The format was a scramble in which both players hit every shot. However, after each shot — including putts — they selected the best-positioned ball and both played their next shot from that position. For Brad and Dacey, it couldn’t have been better. He was much longer, but she was more accurate. As a result, they found themselves always playing from his tee shot, and occasionally his second, but playing off

He probably took her everywhere now, afraid something might happen. A bitter thought crossed my mind watching the way he leaned toward her, speaking softly, smiling like nothing else existed…I wondered—Had he thought about me at all? Even once? The host’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Everyone, please take your seats. Tonight’s blackjack game will begin shortly.” The room quieted. “As usual, Don Ricci will play as the house. All other guests will play against him. There will be ten rounds. At the end, the player with the highest winnings will be declared the winner. In addition to payouts, Don Ricci will grant one request.”

This round, she exerted minimal effort, letting Alex guide the swing. The game included swift action. Almost ending in a tie, each team had one problematic swing. Regardless, none of them were worried about the outcome, but they bantered with each other. Stan then invited everyone for a barbecue. With Alex attending, Candice had no choice but to join. The golf course, part of an exclusive club, offered scenic tour cars transporting guests to a barbecue location next to a lake. While Sieg and Stan led the way and began drinking, Alex was out of sight.

He pointed to a group of umbrella trees that had created a great and secluded shaded spot. “You boys are lazy.” Mr. Ark, an older friend of ours said while rubbing his bald head. He owned a small bank in George but lived in New York with his children. Golf was one of his favourite hobbies. It was a miracle to come to the golf course and not find it. “What will happen when you’re my age?” “Look, James is here,” Johnny said. James Hacker was heading our way wearing a blue polo shirt, white cap and white pants. Johnny stepped down from the cart and I followed suit “You can play with him.”

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.

**** Christopher, Bruce, and Trevor were at the New York Country Club playing eighteen holes. Trevor swung back and hit the sky blue golf ball with all he had. It flew high and long into the air. All three of them got into the golf cart and drove closer to the eighth hole. He jumped out without saying a word. He was pleased to see that his ball had made it closer to the hole than Christopher’s yellow ball.