The Gentleman's Gambit Novels & Stories

"Mr. Turner, we've checked. He hasn't done anything. He's accompanied by a woman—a gambling novice. She lost 20 thousand dollars in just half an hour and is currently engaged in a five-million-dollar gamble downstairs." Noah held a cigar between his fingers and smirked. "He brought a woman to my establishment to lose money? Who is this woman?" Narrowing his eyes, Noah realized that the only woman known to be with Jonathan was someone with the last name Bardot. "I'll go investigate," his subordinate offered. Noah raised his hand and walked over to the railing to look down below. He quickly spotted a crowd forming. A silver-haired man stood coolly by the gambling table, smoking a cigarette whi

It was not even jealousy exactly. It was the specific look of someone who had thrown something away and was watching someone else pick it up. I looked at him for one moment. Then I kept walking. Behind me, somewhere in a doorway I did not see, a man in a dark coat made a phone call. *** The gala was on the forty-eighth floor of the tallest building in the financial district. Glass exterior, city lights on every side, the kind of venue that said the person who owned it understood that power had an aesthetic and had hired someone to design it.

Who the fuck sits down and think up this shit unless they're a complete monster? The thought of all those women and little girls and boys who've gone missing behind this shit is enough to make me hang it up. And someone out there was trying to do that to her, to Silla, my Silla. "Does it ever get easier?" I wasn't aware of my hand rubbing my chest over the place where my heart beat. "How long?" Law asked, and Mancini looked at his watch. "Three minutes, give or take." Money changed hands like they'd had some kind of bet, and I didn't have to think too hard to figure out what that bet was about.

But it's enough to take such a huge bet? That Mr. Guntbert has been openly manipulated, and by his clothes and his attitude of asking for the highest chips at the table, he's a proud man. For him, losing a few thousand dollars should be nothing compared to his pride. And about Eleonor… well, she's inexperienced at poker. No, the truth is, she's always sucked at poker. Always making silly mistakes that he had to explain over and over again… it's like she doesn't have the talent for it, so it was a big surprise to see her tonight. The real problem is… him — This man…

She stood up, back to panic mode, and said, "But - I have a flight to catch! I need to get home!" "I'm sorry, but... you are not going anywhere, young lady." Gabrielle and Diana looked up to the door that abruptly swung open. Gerard Cromwell walked in, healthy as a horse, standing dominantly. He was tall, already grey-haired, but had the features of a handsome aristocrat. He wore elegant clothes, wore an expensive watch and his facial expression looked clearly rigid. Diana also stood up from her seat, introducing her husband, "Gaby, this is your grandfather, Gerald."

Unsure what to do, she turned back to the figure in red as he bellowed once more to the jostling crowd. “All you gamblers. The wagers start at ten guineas.” He paced the platform, holding a truncheon in his raised hand. “Sir Robert would never imagine what I’m going to do with this! Let’s see if one of our beautiful hellcats can take as much as some of the lusus naturae. Place your bets. Ten guineas? Twenty? Bring me the first challenger!”

(eg when Damon speaks, the format will be as this: Damon ~ “Evening Amber.” Let me know what you think, of Gamble With My Heart. Gamble With My Heart is a winner in the Chapters Interactive Stories Writing Contest in 2020. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* Whatever you think might be real. It is not. Only a fool believes foolish things. You are only as good as the game that you play. And right now, the game is on you. For every single thing that you have ever done to another woman has just come back to you. Karma is a bïtch, and you have been bitten.

Gwenevere lamented. The volume of the music was brought down as the white man got down from the vehicle. Mr. Patrick did not have a smile on his face. He was here for battle. His patience was over, he was here to take things the hard way. Unfortunately, and inopportunely, Gwenevere could see him walking towards their table. As soon as he got to them, he began “Where’s your rent, Mrs. Malton? Tell me you have it already.” he stated looking down at Hannah on the chair which she sat on.

Inside the private room, a man who had clearly won big grabbed a chip stamped with the image of my thigh. He stuck out his tongue and licked it obscenely. "Damn, this is something else. I've just licked Winona Lombardi's thigh, and my luck's already turning. I just don't know when I'll get to push this slut down and really have my way with her." Julian Vitale's voice drifted over lazily from inside the room. "What's the rush? Everyone will get their turn. A woman like that just needs someone to crook a finger at her, and she'll strip herself naked and crawl over on her own."

I wore my wrist watch and a necklace,took my bag and went out. When he arrived,I went over to his car and got inside.He stared at me for some seconds before talking. “You know how to enthrall and dazzle someone.You look beautiful.”He complimented. “Why thank you.You don’t look to bad yourself”.I smiled at him. He wore a white golf shorts and a white shirt. We arrived at the golf court and I saw a lot of wealthy looking people. We picked a spot and he began playing while i watched.After a while he asked me,”Do you know anything about golf?”.