by Grey, Chloe
“That was probably beginner’s luck. I’ve never played for real cash, and I don’t think I ever will.”
“Why not? You were great back there.”
“When it hit me that I was playing for real money, I was sweating bullets.”
“Shit. I thought that was part of the act, Drew.”
I held out the envelope to hand it to him and he put a hand up to refuse it.
“There’s no way I’m taking any of it back, Drew.”
“It’s your money.”
“You won most of it fair and square. Keep it.”
“I can’t Max. I just—I can’t.”
“Well, just give it to that guy over there,” he said, pointing to a random man walking towards us in the distance. “I’m sure he’ll accept it.”
“Come on, Max.”
“No, Drew. Take it. I’ve got another two envelopes just like that upstairs. I play poker when I’m in Vegas. I win sometimes, I lose sometimes. But that money in the envelope is mostly yours. You sat at the table and played like the devil. It was a real treat to watch. That alone was worth it.”
He insisted so I just gave up and kept it. Some of what he said made sense, but the contents of the envelope was more than anything I had or expected to have, given the outcome of the divorce. So I swallowed my pride and accepted it.
“So Drew, why do you carry all this cash in a regular envelope like this? Isn’t there a case you could use? Something more…sleek?”
“Whoa, buddy. No. That’s something I learned from Dad. Bright shiny objects are no good when you’re carrying that kind of money. It’s best to be low key and hide it in plain sight. Don’t worry, grasshopper,” he joked. “I’ll teach you how we billionaires roll.”
Chapter 10
Leslie
We met Drew and Max on time, showing off our new dresses, and had a lovely dinner at a nearby seafood restaurant. Max and Drew looked exactly alike. It was surreal, seeing them dressed in similar suits, and with matching smiles and dashing good looks. Max invited the three of us to a helicopter tour of the Hoover Dam and Grand Canyon the next day. There was more than enough time to make the tour and be back for our flights home, so we excitedly agreed.
I was sadly disappointed when I realized we had missed the start time of Celine Dion’s show, but Max mentioned he knew her well, through his symphony acquaintances—how crazy was that!—and promised he would make an introduction the next time we were in Vegas. I made a mental note to make sure I made it back, even if it was just to meet her.
The four of us left the restaurant and took a short limo ride with Max to one of the popular magic shows on the Strip. While Monica made casual conversation with Max, Drew and I caught up on how our days went. He looked so good, all I could think about was what we had done in the limo last night. I was tempted to lean up and kiss his lips, but he was being a gentleman as we weren’t alone, so I did what I could to keep my hands, and lips, to myself.
After the show, we ended up at the LAX nightclub inside the Luxor. The place was pretty classy, the music was pumping, and I finally had a little alone time with Drew, if you could call being seductively pinned against a wall with a thousand party goers around you, being alone.
He pressed his lips to mine and the vibration of the bass compounded through our eager kiss. I was wet with need before I knew it, and told him I wanted him, practically begging him to take me back to the room before Monica or Max could notice we were gone. I felt bad as we were leaving, but as I looked around for them, I saw they were surrounded by men and women all wanting to rock their hips with them. Standing together the way they were, they were showstoppers.
We hailed a cab outside and before long, were furiously stripping off each other’s clothes in Max’s living room. Drew lifted me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom.
***
Drew
I woke up on Sunday morning, and looked over at Leslie as she slept. I had promised myself I would tell her everything before the trip was over, and that time was here. Breakfast. We would talk over breakfast, and she would have the day to think it through before the three of us flew back to Las Vegas. Max needed to meet with his reality show producers, so he was returning to Dallas on a flight during the week.
As I looked out the window to start crafting my explanation, Leslie pulled me back into bed.
“Good morning, sexy,” I whispered, accepting her kiss.
“Morning.”
“Slept well?”
“Yes, when we weren’t busy not sleeping,” she teased.
“Want to do some more not sleeping?”
“Why do you think I pulled you back in bed?” Her voice was soft and sultry.
“Mmmm,” I moaned as I pulled her on top of me and kissed her deeply. “I think I can try to figure that out.”
“Good, baby,” she said as she lifted herself up and reached her hand underneath her to free my cock. Seeing her act this boldly, this sure of herself, it was all I needed to make me hard. I reached up to her breasts and massaged them with both hands, thumbing over her hardened nipples as she lowered herself down my shaft.
Her moans grew louder, and she arched her neck backwards as she rocked her hips to feel me deep inside. Her hands trailed over my ripped torso, sending my desire into overdrive. I pulled her shoulders down to me and my lips finally found hers again for a fierce kiss. My tongue glided down her neck, biting gently on her collarbone as she bucked her hips harder to hit that spot that made her scream.
My lips reached her nipple and I blew a soft breath before latching to her hardened buds. She melting against my every move. Her hands snaked around to my back, and I could feel she was close to coming. Her hips moved wildly now, and her clit rubbed against my lower abs. I grasped her ass cheeks and pulled her hard toward me and her body quaked through her orgasm. The walls of her channel rippled and tightened against my shaft, and as she came, she unleashed my climax. I gave two sharp thrusts inside her. and flooded her with my hot release.
Her body relaxed, but after a few minutes she started to rock her hips again. She wanted more. And I did too. I cradled her back and turned her over.
“Tell me what you want, Leslie.”
She groaned but didn’t say anything.
“Say the word,” I ordered, gently kissing her on one corner of her mouth and trailing to the other corner.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what? Beg me.”
She moaned. “Please…Please…Drew.”
“Please, what?” I pulled out and held my cock at her entrance, staring into her dreamy eyes. “What do you want me to do?”
“Please fuck me,” she moaned, gripping me at the hips.
“How do you want me to fuck you Leslie?”
“Over there,” she answered, pointing weakly at the sun-lit, floor-to-ceiling windows of my room. I didn’t expect her to ask for that, but if it was what she wanted, I had no qualms about helping her live out her Vegas voyeurism fantasy.
I got off the bed and picked her up. She was still weak and gathering her strength. I carried her to the windows and lowered her to stand before pressing her up against it.
She tugged at my shoulder when I spread her legs and dropped to my knees. “No, Drew. I want your cock inside me right now. Please.”
I stood up and gave her what she begged for. I picked her up again, gently resting her back against the window. She her wrapped her legs around my hips, nudging her hot pussy against my throbbing cock.
“Please come inside me now,” she whispered her soft demands.
With a strong thrust, I filled her, impaling her to the root. She hissed and wrapped her arms around my neck, finding the support she needed as I drove into her softness and got closer to another crescendo. She used her torso to lift herself up and down my shaft, grinding down harder every time. I reached a hand around the back of her head and stroked the hair at the base of her neck.
“Oh God,” she cried, pressing back a
gainst the window as I eagerly pushing her to her brink. Her body tensed up and seized as she came again.
“Yes, Drew…” she whimpered, her tender voice helping me to my own release.
I kissed her as my guttural groans howled out, possessing her through and through until I exploded into her. Her body slumped into mine, arms clinging to me as she molded to my body. We were both panting when I carried her back to bed and fell in beside her.
***
I opened my eyes and most of the morning had already gone by. Max had mentioned we needed to be ready by noon for the helicopter tour, so I ordered room service, had a shower, then came back to wake Leslie. I was avoiding the inevitable. If I allowed another day pass without telling her, things would only be worse.
“Leslie.”
I shook her shoulder gently when she didn’t answer.
“Leslie, you’ve got to get up now.”
She turned slowly toward me. “Hey.”
“Hi gorgeous. We need to get ready.”
She woke up stretching from another short sleep. She smiled and wrapped her hand around my chest.
She then pulled back and her eyes raked over me. “You look so sexy, Drew. I can’t look at those abs without getting aroused.”
I didn’t know what had come over her, but I loved it. Overnight, she had become a sex goddess who couldn’t get enough of me.
I laughed, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “I’m not just a piece of meat,” I joked. “Come on, get up. Get in the shower. Breakfast will be here soon.”
She smiled and rolled to her back to sit up. “Hmm… breakfast. Sure. I’m starved, actually.”
After her shower, as she found her clothes and got dressed, her phone rang, but she couldn’t get it out of her purse in time. The voicemail chimed shortly after. She stood beside me and checked the messages, reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss me as she listened. Her face suddenly changed as she focused in on the call.
“What’s wrong, Leslie?” My body tensed up with worry.
“Brad.”
“What did that jerk do now?”
“Hear for yourself.”
“Hey, babe. Why aren’t you answering? I thought when you read my text message, you would see how much I miss you… how much I need you. Don’t make me beg. I want to see you again. I love you and I can’t stand being without you. Call me! We need to talk.”
I was angry by the time the call disconnected.
She sighed, shaking her head.
“Your ex is clearly not ready to give up.”
“I don’t know what else to tell him. He won’t listen.”
“Maybe I should talk to him,” I offered. He might have kicked my ass once before, but if he was pursuing Leslie with this much persistence, I was willing to be her buffer.
“No, Drew. I think I’ll just make a formal complaint if he keeps it up. Maybe I can file for a restraining order.”
“Whatever you do, you need to be careful. The way he sounds on this voicemail, there’s no telling what he’ll do if you keep ignoring him.”
She nodded and continued dressing.
Breakfast arrived shortly afterward, and as the server brought the rolling trays into our room, Monica wandered in.
“Morning lovebirds,” she sang.
Leslie came out from the bedroom at the sound of her best friend’s voice. “Hi Monica. Have breakfast with us. That’s okay, right Drew?”
I was hoping to talk to Leslie during breakfast, but with Monica around, that wasn’t going to happen anymore. “Definitely. There’s more than enough for the four of us.”
“Thanks!” Monica said, sinking in front of the dishes laid out on the dining table at the far corner of the room. “So what’s the plan for the day, Drew?”
“Well, after we all eat, Max has that tour he’s like us to join him on, and there’ll be maybe a couple of hours before we need to get to our flight back.”
“Sounds like fun,” she answered, helping herself to items on the fruit tray. “Where is Max, anyway?”
“I’m around,” he answered, sauntering out of his bedroom in a robe. “Good morning everyone.”
The four of us ate some breakfast, and the ladies left to get dressed and packed in their rooms. We were getting dangerously close to the end of the trip. Leslie had not demanded to hear anything after we made up on Friday night, and I had not forced the issue. We needed to talk, or it could get too far. The last thing I wanted was for Leslie to hate me for not being upfront with her.
Chapter 11
Leslie
There was time before we left for the tour, so the four of us took a walk through the indoor shops on the main level. Drew and I held hands, and I felt so close to him. I could see us together as a couple, and it seemed like Monica and Max didn’t mind us acting like two lovesick teenagers. They appeared to be getting along great too.
“Try this on!” Monica called to him, tossing him a hat.
He put it on and pulled it down over his eyes. “What do you think?”
“It is so you,” she said, laughing.
I looked up at Drew for a minute, and he seemed distant. While Monica and Max stepped into the hat shop, I turned to look at him.
“Is everything okay, Drew?”
“Yes. It’s fine,” he said with hesitation. He looked around and then turned back to me. “Leslie. I need to talk to you.”
Oh boy. This didn’t sound good. His body was tense, his eyebrows furrowed, and he could barely look me in the eye. “What is it?”
“Let’s sit in there.”
He led me to a small café and took me inside to sit, waving off the server when he came by. He took my hands, took a long breath and looked at me.
“Leslie. I’ve been meaning to tell you a few things this past week, and it seems like the timing is never right. I promised myself that no matter what, I wouldn’t let this weekend go by without letting you know everything about me.”
“Just tell me, Drew. Right now all you’re doing is making me worried sick about what it could be.”
“Okay. Well, you learned that Max is my brother, or half-brother.”
“Yes.”
“Well, his father—our father—left us in charge of his company. It’s all new and I have no details at all, but I’ll learn more in a few days.”
“What do you mean, you’re in charge of a company. What company?”
“Gorber Oil.”
“Which Gorber Oil?”
“The one you definitely know about. The Gorber Oil everyone knows about.”
“You mean—”
“Yes, that one.”
“Oh. So you’re—”
“I think so.”
“Well that’s interesting. Do the people at work know?”
“No. I’m just finding out. But that’s not all.”
“What? Well that’s a lot. What else could there be?” He looked at me, completely pensive and nervous. “Just spit it out, Drew.”
“Leslie, I’m going through a difficult divorce. It’s almost over, the judge has ruled on the case but—”
I stood up and could not control my voice. “Did you just tell me that you’re…you’re still married, Drew?”
He stood up and took my hands in his. “Technically, yes, but very soon it—”
I was reeling. The room was spinning. I ripped my hands out from his and looked up at him, hoping it was his naïve idea of a joke. I looked around to see if Monica and Max were in on it, hoping I was just being punked. When I looked back at him, I knew I was not.
He reached for me again and I took a step back. “Don’t touch me!” I shouted. “You’ve been married all along? Who is she? Where is she, Drew!”
He tried to answer, saying something about it being over years before, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I could only hear the echo of the shrillness in my voice. All I could sense was the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, and my only thought was of my humiliation by his confession. Was I the other woman? I
didn’t dare to ask. I had to get out of there. I turned and ran out of the café, and he followed me out.
“Just leave me alone!” I screamed.
The sound echoed through the halls and he stopped short. I didn’t bother to look for Monica. I ran all the way back to the hotel elevator, made it to my room, and sank to the floor when the door closed behind me.
***
Drew
Leslie refused to speak with me at the airport, during the flight, and when we got off the plane in Dallas. She pulled away when I tried to speak with her once, and Monica did a great job of telling me to back off. She pulled me aside, told me to give her time, and that Leslie would see the light and come back to me soon enough. Thankfully, Monica agreed to take the gifts I had bought Leslie after she had run off.
Max and Monica ended up taking the helicopter tour on their own. For me, there was no enjoyment to be had, seeing Leslie get so upset then storm off like that. It hurt badly—but I felt more unhappy about what she was probably going through. She didn’t deserve the pain my news doled out. I had spent the final few hours perusing the stores, looking for things Leslie might like. She was mad as hell, but I wasn’t ready to give up on her.
I dreaded what would come next at work. I resigned myself to giving her space. I needed to let her come around when she figured things out, and hoped she would eventually see the big picture. There wasn’t more I could do. She had all the facts, and although the timing wasn’t great, it was now up to her to decide what she wanted.
Thursday soon came around, and after work, I met Max for lunch before we went to the formal reading of our father’s will. I didn’t know what to expect, and when twelve people gathered at the reading, I had even less of an idea.
“Didn’t you mention you and I were the only ones in his will?”
“Yes. These are the company’s lawyers. And that man in the blue suit is the Gorber CEO. Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
With introductions out of the way, Max and one of the trust lawyers sat at the front. After a few formalities to kick it off, Max turned it over to the lawyer to deliver the formal reading. I could admit, the entire event was long, drawn out, and so complex, the only thing I understood was when I heard “to my sons Andrew and Maximilian.” Everything said before and after might as well have been said in Greek. It was procedural and didn’t help me come to grips with the details. We all sat patiently until the lawyer stopped, and Max gave some concluding remarks.
