Grant Wang Poker Novels & Stories

“Mr. Wade, it seems your gambling luck tonight isn’t very good. I was about to give up on that last round, but I realized that your trump card can’t defeat mine!” Charlie gritted his teeth and cursed loudly, “Damn it! I can’t believe this!” He turned Gopher and barked coldly, “Bring me another two million Canadian dollars!” Andre was quick to remind Charlie, “Mr. Wade, that’ll be four million Canadian dollars!”

I'd been winning all night. Flush after flush, full house after full house. The poker table was stacked with my winnings, and I was riding a high that came from pure dominance. Everyone at the table knew they were outmatched—everyone except him. His name was Adrian Cross, and he was exactly the kind of man who couldn't resist a challenge. At forty, he was a venture capitalist with a reputation for making risky bets and always coming out on top. Tonight, he was losing to me, and it was clearly eating away at him.

“A great appraisal this year?” He laughed outright. A deep, barking, masculine sound that immediately told me that something so menial mattered very little to this version of Porter. “I take it that’s a no.” I said sullenly. “It’s a no to that. Sell me something, Boss Lady. Thought you were good at this.” “Are you saying you want me to fuck you?” I hissed in annoyance. His head whipped to me. “First of all, if we did, it would absolutely be me fucking you. And secondly, no. I don’t exchange favors for sex. I can get that for free.”

He soon figured out what was going on. He saw more than 20 people gathered inside, and they were all wealthy business owners from various cities. They had gathered there to gamble. “Everyone, the Great Hunt is going to begin tomorrow. It is also the battle of the century between Xander Griffin and Zayn Larson. Wilson, Davis, and I are the dealers and you may place your bets as you wish now. The odds for Xander are 1 to 1.13.” Someone said aloud in a soaring tone but was immediately opposed by others, “F*ck, 1 to 1.13 is too low! If I bet 10 million dollars, I’ll only make 130,000! That’s not even enough for my mistress' monthly allowance!”

She slowly took a sip from her glass of brandy before putting it away. "Raise, all in." Phoenix pushed in all her chips worth thirty-two million dollars towards the centre of the poker table. "Ah!" Everyone in the room gasped almost at the same time.

“I feel sorry for your wife if you do her as bad as you play.” Said Sabrina nonchalantly to the man that she was playing with, collecting his money as he leaves the table saying profanities just like everyone else. After seeing Shawn making himself comfortable in the poker table, the dopamine that urges Sabrina to gamble rose up too. Everything started with a few thousand dollars with the poker cards and now, she had close to thirty grand even though they have only been here like an hour ago.

Jason replied, popping a piece of gum into his mouth. "Excuse me?" I froze, eyes widening in shock. Jared brushed it off with a wave. "Relax, it's euros. Let's go. Over there's a mahjong table, and next to it, a crowded poker table. I'm betting the prize pool's huge. I'll pick you up when something goes wrong." Euros didn't make a difference. When something go wrong? Do I have any more luck buffers? You have no luck boosters left.

"When he was younger. He hasn't played seriously for several years." "It probably means he won't have the money to purchase any of your holes. Generally speaking, Regina is the best poker player, so you can expect to lick her cunt quite a bit. She may not want her cunt licked if she wins, however. She brings a big strap-on and will sometimes fuck one of your other holes. My Master and Chen are fairly evenly matched just below her, though Chen blew it last week when Cindy was up for sale. Janet is pregnant and I think he was trying to avoid getting his cock sucked in front of his pregnant wife." "Janet is pregnant? Their marriage isn't until February. I just got the invitation."

"Gwen and Lisa will be red silk on Thursday. I haven't decided yet what I'll be." "So everyone who wants, gets to fuck any one of your holes on Thursday night?" Lisa was asked. "No, they are each bid upon by the players. They may only bid what they've won in the poker game, with the money going to charity, so Chen wasn't able to bid at all because he went all in and lost. All he got for the evening was having his cock sucked for the times he won a hand." "He still climaxed twice though," I said. "So other than having his cock sucked for two minutes after winning a hand, Ron might not win anymore sex."

Mary said. “I can connect you to some job.” “Which kind of job?” Mary asked. “Playing poker. It pays well. There is a tournament coming soon, and the winner will get $ 500,000,” Rose said, casually as if it was not a big deal. Mary’s eyes widened. It took a while for her to respond. “Are you kidding me?” Mary asked in disbelief. She was mentally calculating what she would do with such an amount. She would pay her debt and be left with a huge stack of cash that she can use to do whatever she wants, “Am in.”