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Thirty minutes later with liquor and appetizers having been served and the players were growing tired of waiting for the fourth player to arrive.
Leaning over to Batista, I whisper, “Who the hell is this last player we’re waiting for? And why would they think it would be smart to not show up on time for one of my games?”
He swirls his Jack on the rocks in his glass. “S. Morgan is the name I was given. I told him the rules, so I don’t know why he’s not here yet.”
“Well, he’s got two minutes to walk through those doors or else he has forfeited his seat. Just to keep the game going, I will let you...”
My words are cut off when the door opens, and a huge African American man enters with a briefcase in his right hand. This must be the ignorer of time himself. We watched as he scanned the room. Just as I’m about to ask him whether he was going to play or admire the décor of the suite, he takes a step back, then stands next to the open door.
As I rise to ask what the hell he’s doing, a beautiful African American woman walks through the door.
“Excuse me, gentlemen. I do apologize for my tardiness. I had some unexpected business come up. I’m sure you all understand,” she says, going over to the poker table.
I watch in awe as she’s seemed to have trapped every man in the room with her beauty. She’s wearing a form fitting, long sleeved black dress that shows off her womanly curves. It stops about an inch above her knees. Black matching heels adorn her petite feet. I know real jewelry from fake, and every piece she has on from the gold hoops in her ears, to the Rolex on her wrist was authentic. I also noticed there wasn’t a wedding ring on her finger. Why that detail about her made me happy, I don’t know.
My eyes roam over her body until I’m met with dark brown ones staring back at me.
“Wait a damn minute,” Smitty booms. “I know this is not the person we have been waiting on.”
Moving closer to the table, I ignore Smitty’s outburst. Maybe the lovely lady is in the wrong suite.
“I’m sorry, but are you sure you’re in the right place? The floors below have slots, blackjack, as well as roulette tables,” I state.
She smiles wide before responding, “I’m sure, Mr...”
“DeLuca”
“Yes, Mr. DeLuca, I’m sure. I paid my ten thousand dollars buy in just like these gentlemen did,” she informs.
“You’re S. Morgan?” Batista questions, coming to my side. “I secured that seat with a man.”
Ms. Morgan snickers as she looks over her shoulder at the man by the door. “My assistant, Booker, set this up for me.”
“Since when do we let women sit at this table?” Smitty continues his disapproval. “It’s fucking bad luck if you ask me.”
Annoyed with his disrespect, I calmy remind him, “Smitty if you think your luck will change tonight just because Ms. Morgan wishes to play, then there’s the fucking door. But let me remind you, there are no returns on buy in fees. If I were you, I would shut the hell up and enjoy the nice game of poker you’ve come to play.”
“But Mr. DeLuca,”
Slamming my fist on the table, making the stacks of chips fall over, I growl, “This is my fucking casino and I decide who plays here, not you. Keep running your mouth and you will find yourself in a dark place you don’t want to be in. Am I clear?”
Smitty blinks rapidly, replying, “Yeah.”
“Good,” I say with a smirk before turning to Ms. Morgan. “Please, have a seat.”
“Thank you, Mr. DeLuca” she returns as I pull out her chair.
“No need to be formal, call me Domencio,” I instructed, helping her scoot closer to the table.
She smiles up at me before motioning for me to lean down. The smell of her perfume entices my senses as she saying, “And you can call me Sydney.”
“I will,” I confirm with a wink as I give her room to hang her designer purse on the back of the chair. “Let me introduce you to the gents at the table. The one with the mouth is Smitty, don’t let him get under your skin. Next to him is Prosper and the other is Pierre.”
“Nice to meet you all,” Sydney says, glancing around the table.
Clapping my hands together, I announce, “Let the game begin. Tonight, the game is Seven Card Stud. Opening bid is five hundred. Sydney, can I have the waiter get you something to eat or drink?”
“I’ve had dinner already, so a shot of Hennessy on the rocks will do for now, thank you.”
