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"This is a real table, pal, you don't stand a chance," Trent boasted.
"Rack 'em up then," Daniel responded dryly as he selected a cue.
Trent had one of the girls in the room rack up the balls and smack her ass as she sat on a barstool.
"You break," Trent smiled.
Daniel broke the group of balls and sank three right off the hop.
"Damn!" came the approval of Trent's minions.
The game went fast and furious, and Daniel found the better-quality table even easier to kick his ass on.
The frustration was palpable in Trent, and Daniel wondered if he should let him win. In the end, he decided he needed respect to getting answers. If he lost, he'd just be some guy; he needed to be a man Trent wanted to impress.
Harry sat and watched Daniel play, and a floozy cozied up to him who couldn't hold a candle to Ashley. He disliked it but was playing a role, so he let it slide. There was no way he was actually doing anything sexual with another woman. At this point, she was only flirting.
Daniel felt cocky and masculine at that moment with all eyes on him and how he was dominating the man he hated so much.
Trent upped the stakes like a complete moron, and suddenly they were playing for $100 instead of the $50 he wanted back in the first place.
When Daniel sank the eight ball, Trent was seething, but he paid up.
"Fuck me sideways, Daniel! You fuckin' did it!"
Clearly, he was pissy but also desperately trying not to look like a sore loser.
"Thanks," Daniel nodded casually as a red-haired woman handed him another drink.
All of the women in Trent's house looked like escorts, which wasn't a look Daniel was ever into. Women like that looked like they would screw you over, not to mention that they were trashy looking. Candace had been a pretty, innocent-looking girl-next-door type, and Anna was fresh-faced and natural. Those were the women that made him weak.
The party continued, and Daniel soon found himself sitting next to Harry and engaged in a boring conversation with Trent about how well he knew the mayor and how much power he had. Daniel held his phone in his hands now and decided to try and get his full name for formality.
"So every fucker in town knows your name or what?" Daniel egged him on.
"You kidding? People know the name Trent Waters clear across the state!"
Daniel tried to look vaguely impressed and sipped his drink, but soon Trent was pulled to a downstairs bedroom by one of the 'escort' looking women.
"Great!" Daniel huffed when he got Harry into a quiet corner and away from the girl following him.
"Just hang on till he's done . . . it ain't over till it's over," Harry assured him.
"I need to get him talking about her again, and this place is so damned crowded," Daniel groaned. "He'll never say it in front of all these people."
Patience paid off when the woman Trent had been screwing sauntered up to the stairs and took a bunch of her girlfriends and some of the men with them.
The basement was quieter than the upstairs, still raging with sound and fury. It seemed Trent was one of these men who just wanted people around him to feel important; Daniel found it pathetic.
Trent reemerged in track pants and a robe a few minutes later and began to brag about his sexual conquest.
"I see your ex didn't scare you away from women," Daniel chuckled, trying to get back on the subject.
"Yeah, I thought you said you had a payback story," Harry added.
It was almost 3 am, and Harry was feeling exhausted. The thrill had long worn off.
"Right! That's a bad story though," he hedged.
