The Gentleman's Gambit Novels & Stories

I thought it was necessary to go through the evaluation. He made me stay inside the car before going out. I don’t know what he was up to but it turned out that he came to my door and opened the door for me. I accepted his hand with a smile. He was always a gentleman. Maybe that's why I can't blame a lot of women who chase him. He’s a green flag. A lot of them said it. I held Angelo’s arm when we entered the building. A lot of people were eyeing us and it looks like they are judging me.

Alex Goldman, one of the richest bachelors in Los Angeles, was known to throw the biggest, most extravagant parties in the city. Automatically, all the rich people were invited to his parties. Anyone who was a celebrity, a rich businessman, a smoking hot girl, or easily found on G****e for being famous, was allowed entry. This was Alex’s attempt at mimicking Jay Gatsby, from the movie The Great Gatsby, though he did not have a special girl that he waited for because every girl at the party was a potential one-night stand for him.

he asks, flashing his signature grin. One woman blushes. “Sin City, obviously.” He tips her a wink. “Right answer.” At the VIP booth, Nate waves DeMarco in. “The king has arrived!” DeMarco slides into the booth, suit and tie pristine. “Don’t let me interrupt. I see the whiskey flowing.” Steph, sunglasses indoors, smirks. “We were starting to take bets on how many numbers you’d collect tonight.” “That depends,” DeMarco says, scanning the club. “What’s the over-under?”

The groom's groomsmen are early checking for tomorrow's event. "Sir, according to our cleaners, they didn't find anything in your room. I will just ask the new guests checking in there, and I will call you with an update." "Okay, miss. I still have a meeting to catch up. Here are my contact details. Just call me." "Okay, sir." The attendant feels giddy after accepting the man's phone card. Gerald has already turned his back before the lady shows her excitement, which her companion there giggles too. Who wouldn't fall for a rich man who is still incredibly handsome even after going through a lot of stress in life?

They look all the same: wealthy and old. I smiled as soon as my eyes met a man wearing a designer, black tux. He was playing at a table and busy conversing with a couple gamblers. A laugh echoed from him and he grabbed a glass of bourbon on his left. “Target spotted.” I mumbled to myself. Gaspar laughed again for the second time now.

I’m supposed to be picking the right fighter, making sure his hundred grand doesn’t burn—but Knox’s hands are dragging my focus everywhere but the screen. My body is arching, greedy for more. His mouth presses heat into the skin just below my ear, and I can't think anymore. I just act. My finger taps Goliath—the thicker of the two men in the ring—just as his image flashes again. A second later, the screen blinks. Bet placed. Knox just gambled away six figures. Rich people are weird. I would comment on that any other day, but right now, my core is pulsing with a need I don’t know how to contain.

I would have cashed in at least a hundred thousand in chips for a game like this. It seemed that Grace knew something I didn’t to only bring me twenty thousand. “Not much of a gambler, are you?” Caleb asked, chuckling. “Or maybe you aren’t too familiar with the way of Midnight.” I smirked, “Pleasure. Luxury… I admit my understanding of Midnight is a bit limited.” The woman who was dealing wore a mask over her face and a mockery of a tuxedo shirt and vest. It barely covered her breasts and it was obvious that she was only wearing a pair of lace panties and fishnets.

A loud voice hidden at the back suddenly bid fifty million and the room fell into shocked silence, ‘A little gift for our honoured guest. Cameron stepped forward grabbing Gabriella by her arm and taking her with him as he headed for the stage, leaving her no choice but to follow or be dragged alone with him. She wanted to protest, tell him it was too much but in reality, it was a drop in the ocean for this mega-rich man, he came to a stop in front of his Grandsons and gave the watching audience a wide grin. ‘There you go little lady, you now have two of the most eligible bachelors in all of America, ready and willing to obey your every command for the next two hours.’

“If you’re ready, please swipe your card here. We can begin processing.” Two hundred million. I handed her my first card. A beat passed. Then: “Declined. Mrs. Alden, do you have another one?” The room broke into laughter. “Thorne,” someone cackled, “did you forget to give your little wife her allowance this month?” “She’s betting like a queen and doesn’t even have a dime.” “If you gamble without money, the rule is simple,” another man jeered. “You sell yourself.” “For two hundred million? I wouldn’t pay a thousand for that bitch. Still too expensive.”

Zack said to Gabriel while Gabriel reluctantly pulled out some money from his pocket and handed it to Zack. “Don’t tell me you gambled me off,” I grumbled. Gabriel shrugged. “Someone would have won either way, and I didn’t. Apparently, Zack said you always notice every detail of everything. That’s how he brought up that gamble after I opposed him. I would need to learn more about you from now on. It’s an investment.” I rolled my eyes. “Why are we here?” Gabriel became businesslike. The classic music in the background made the atmosphere more serious than it was when I entered the bar.