Don 3: Heart's Desire

Chapter 65

'So what are you having?' Roma giggled as she dialed the number

Don raised an eyebrow at her 'I'll pass'

'Ok' Sameer grinned and leaned over the table

'I'm talking about her order, Sameer, not poker' Don slapped his hand instantly, careful not to reveal his cards and Sameer laughed

'Was worth the shot'

'Hello, I'd like to place an order? Sure, I'll hold'

'For me a Big Mac and some wedges, and that new twister stuff they've got? What's it called?'

'I think it's a wrap' Roma whispered 'Yes, I'd like a McChicken, regular fries, wedges,...'

Sameer shifted his gaze to Don that was carefully observing his own cards 'Give it up, Don, you're not winning this round'

'You say that all the time. I do admire your optimism and tenacity, though' Don flashed a dimpled smile which made Sameer sigh worriedly. He could never decipher Don's poker face, not for the life of him

'Hey, loser! Quit it with the orders and get back here' Don looked at Roma who grimaced back at him

'Yea, get back so you can see me beat your fiancée for the first time ever'

'You're that confident, huh?'

'Pretty much' Sameer grinned

'Sure, thank you. Have a nice evening as well' Roma hung up and returned 'So, who's winning?'

Sameer was playfully banging his forehead against the table 'I'm never playing poker with you guys again'

'Arre yaar... come on, you can play with Roma' Don chuckled holding a cigarette between his lips while collecting all of Sameer's money

'Yana's going to kill me' Sameer widened his eyes and then laughed himself

'What do you mean he can play with me?' Roma kicked Don's leg under the table playfully, but still hard enough to make him chuckle again 'I'm a damn good player'

'Sure you are, sweetheart, just not as good as I' Don smiled as he exhaled the smoke

'Ok then, you're on. Come on, you and me'

Don chuckled again 'Relax sweetheart, we can play strip poker later'

'Deal!'

'Ooook. I think I'm out of here' Sameer giggled and stood up, drinking his glass of whisky up 'You two enjoy' he raised his eyebrows for effect

'No, wait, the order's not here yet'

'Yea, Sameer, the order's not here yet!' Don pleaded playfully, imitating a spoiled child 'Guess you'll have to stay for another round. You can begin by emptying your wallet, thank you very much' he laughed

Sameer sat back down, defeated 'I'm so screwed'

'Let Johnnie give you a hand' Don said as he poured his friend some Blue Label

'Well, I can't refuse mr. Walker now can I?'

'Some for me?' Roma asked when Don retreated the bottle without filling her glass

'I think you've had quite enough, darling'

Roma raised her eyebrow 'I need my fancy drink to go with my Michelin star dinner'

'In that case I think you'll be needing a double' Don gave her a sympathetic look which made all three laugh

Just when Sameer was about to lose again, the doorbell rang