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One lucky hand at the Whitmores’ annual game night is all it takes for twenty-four-year-old Xavier Higgins to cash in a joke that Hal, the grinning host, actually honors. With the other husbands still shuffling cards, Xavier bends Ellie over the living room rug and fucks her deep, while the room watches, strokes, and ribs Hal for his good sportsmanship. He finishes inside her long after every other man has already come.
The card room is thick with laughter as Hal deals the high-stakes round. I'm down again, and I crack the joke about needing a miracle to win, and if I do, I should get to fuck Ellie. Hal's laugh booms
The gallery is dim after closing, and I stand a few feet back as Kara brushes Xavier's arm, explaining the motion in each canvas. He leans in, flirts shamelessly in front of me, and my knuckles go whi
I'm still holding my cards when Xavier sets his down and looks at Rachel, and I feel the room tilt. The arrogant kid I saw grow up the past 6 years aggressively flirts with her as I watch, Rachel resp
The opening credits flicker on my TV, and Sofia settles beside Xavier, her thigh pressing against his—accidental. I watch Xavier take advantage and let his hand drift to her knee, and she looks at me,
I'm still buzzing from the night when Xavier sidles up, a grin on his face, and says he bets Gina wouldn't dare prove me wrong—not about anything, just that she's as loyal as I think. I take the bait,