Our Secret Dream 2

NYC - On The Edge

After two hectic days in NYC with Addi and Quinn. Bryan and the boys are finally flying out to join us. Call me a simp but two days being apart feels like a damn eternity. And I miss him. We have around three hours until the boys land and come join us at the penthouse. So we decided we would head out to a casino for a final 'Girls Only' gambling session.

I've never been huge on gambling in general and I have always given myself an unspoken limit to how much I am willing to risk loosing but for today I'm just going to roll with it. Besides it not everyday your girl does something reckless and unpredictable and I'm not necessarily talking about gambling ...

Girls got to have fun, right? Plus I have a new album dropping very soon so that should recover some of my losses. I order us all an Iced Coffee's from the bar downstairs to be delivered to our room whilst we all get ready. I really hope we all let our hair down and have fun. I've missed spending some girl time. I know we have all be working on the wedding but it's not the same. Hanging together without an agenda is so much better.

I decide on a skin tight, body con, red dress. That stops thigh high, shorter than I'd usually wear but I want to look sexy for when Bryan arrives. We will most likely come straight home from the casino so we're not going to have time to change. I grab my shades, placing them on the top of my head before slipping on my Black Stilettos. Looking in the ceiling high mirror I apply a bright red lipstick to my lips. Loving how the shade makes my eyes seem very mysterious and intense. I give myself the once over in the mirror before I grab my clutch purse and head out the room. Grabbing our coffees from 'Frank' our room service concierge. Tipping him $50 which he thanks me before I close the door and wait on the girls to finish getting ready and come down to join me.

Fifteen minutes later and we are walking down the stairs to the private, members only casino in NYC. Addi and Quinn walk over to the Black Jack tables starting their bets at $5000 whilst I head for the bar, grabbing myself a whisky on the rocks before I join a poker table, buy in set at $10,000.

I look around the five other players on the table, all of them male in expensive, designer suits. Flexing their Rolex watches and Amarni Suits. I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to my hand I front of me 10, J, Q, K, A of hearts. i.e. a Royal Flush. Keeping my face unimpressed, I fold my cards back down on the table and look up. The man from the opposite end of the table eyes me, his sleazy gaze trailing up and down my body. My stomach flips in disgust.

Focusing a little too long on my chest. I scowl at him briefly before I lift up my tumblr and take a sip of my whiskey. 'So what's it going to be guys?' The dealer asks taking his time to look at each of us. Mr Sleazy smirks before adding another $20,000 to the centre of the table, his gaze never leaving me. I really don't like this guy.

He must realise that he can't possibly beat my hand right? So what game is he trying to play?

The young doe eyed gentleman to his left shakes his head before tossing his hand back to the dealer bowing out of the game. The older guy to my right who I now know as Gerald, thanks to his earlier introduction looks between us. Shaking his head from side to side as he gives his hand over to the dealer before looking to me. 'Good Luck, Miss Sky.' He whispers making me smile. When the dealer looks at me I flutter my eyelashes innocently before placing a bet of $30,000 down, both to meet Mr Sleazys bet and to raise him $10,000. I really don't like him.

Mr Sleazy 'That's a lot of money to loose little lady. Are you sure you want to play with the big boys?' Just the sound of his stuck up voice makes me what to barf. Not to mention I can't wait to see his smug smirk being slapped off his face. He really needs to be taken down a peg or two.

Skylar 'If you think that's a lot of money then your clearly not cut out to be at this table. Maybe it's you that needs to go play with the little league.' I say my voice nothing but sweet and charming. The mans eyes darken as he processes my challenge against not only him as a man but his wealth. Which I already know if a huge part of who he is. Often enough men like this have huge egos that can easily be compromised and bruised.

Mr Sleazy 'That a lot of fight coming from a baby. But if that's how you want to play it little girl. I will win this and walk away with all your money.' He gloats, acting like the big man to his friend beside him. Both of them sharing a smirk and look. Gerald shakes his head at the man from beside me. Seems I'm not the only one at this table who thinks he's a dick 'Let's see what you've got.' the dealer asks Mr Sleazy. He flips over his cards and reveals a 'Full House' not a bad hand but nothing in comparison to mine. He smugly looks up at me trying to gauge my reaction. When he notes the smirk of amusement on my lips his brows furrowed together. A slight tint of sweat on his forehead.

Gerald 'How are we looking, Miss Sky?' He asks looking back at me. A smile tugging his lips.

Skylar 'peachy' I say as I flip over my hand and watch the smug smirk on his lips instantly fall away. I pick up my glass and down it's contents before getting up from my stool. The dealer slides over my winnings a total of $140,000. I thank him and place them in my clutch. 'Thanks for the company Gerald. It was a pleasure playing with you. Feel free to have a few drinks at the bar on me.' I say before handing him $15000 worth of chips. He smiles and nods his head at me before I turn away and go searching for Addi and Quinn. Leaving a gobsmacked and pouty Mr Sleazy....