🎀CHAPTER 2🎀

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Marinell's black Mercedes pulls up outside the casino. She scans the place with her eyes and turns the steering wheel towards the large parking lot of the casino.

The security guard is nodding her off to park in the next hallway. She frowns gracefully and does what he's told her. I'm giggling with her childish nerves.

We get out of the car and approach the casino entrance. The place is decorated with huge posters announcing its launch. "Colorado Bet", reads the luminous inscription in an imposing color of gold.

Lights in different colors bathe all over the place; I feel like I'm walking on the red carpet and going to get the Oscar!

In the middle of the entrance, a young man who seems to have escaped from a Cosmopolitan magazine cover offers us a glass of champagne.

I notice Marinell, who is already in a good mood while smiling at the young clerk.

"Aren't you in a relationship? Or do I not remember well?" I whispered in her ear discreetly.

"You don't remember well," she answers me gracefully and winks at me.

I wonder what happened with Alfred, I think silently. Lately, I've been seeing her as very vivacious and open to meeting new people.

We go further, gazing at the huge casino space. Tables with green baize and croupiers having the most beautiful smile on their faces adorn the left part. On the right, a series of roulettes that are not seen by the excessive world, give the familiar sound of the ball, and the players eagerly await the number that will stop.

Several exclamations from the winners give you the feeling that you should definitely try your luck even with a small amount. In the depth of space, there is a small hallway leading to another huge room full of slot machines.

Marinell and I walk there since we both have the same curiosity to explore the new space.

Our hearing is immediately covered by the familiar sound of the lever in slot machines while countless sounds of coins come and go.

Marinell gets excited right away and sits on a slot machine to try her luck. I leave her there and walk further into the room staring at the various colors and lights that decorate the place.

Near the slot machines, there is a second buffet with several smiling food servers ready to serve the customers and a share of the delicacies that adorn the counter.

I'm getting there to get some treats for me and Marinell. I can see her from here, excited to pull the slot machine lever with certainty on her face that she will win some astronomical amount. I'm giggling.

My gaze falls to the left of the room in a door that says the word "private". Right, I'm thinking. That's the place of private bets where each rich man with a game lot can lose or win a fortune in a few minutes.

I don't know why, but I'm thinking about getting in there and trying my luck. I approach slowly with more courage than I should.

The two men in black, who stand outside the door, stir in their place, focusing their eyes on me. I don't have a familiar tone of fear or hesitation in such cases; on the contrary, I am smiling and eager to talk to them.

"Good evening, welcome to the Colorado Bet. Here's the 'private' betting room," one of the two young men tells me.

They look more like private investigators than casino employees to me.

"Good evening. May I come in?" I ask with courage.

The two young men swapped with each other a quick look that made me feel like I asked a very difficult question.

"Here, Miss, take place bets of a very specific amount. No offense, what amount do you have?" this time the second young man replied. The tag on his lapel says the name, Ridge Cole.

"What is the amount they start here?" I ask directly, feeling slightly offended about my financial situation. If it was another time, I wouldn't be a mind at all. I don't know why that bothered me right now.

"The minimum starts at $ 3.000,00," said the second young man. His name tag says, Stephan Lucas.

He smiled at me sideways as if confirming that I couldn't possibly have that amount. I'm not a millionaire, but I would advise the handsome guy here never to be sure of anything.

"Are credit cards permitted?" I ask raising an eyebrow, showing determination to get in there no matter what.

They both look at me in surprise, I would say as if they didn't expect me to afford that amount. I haven't convinced them yet, I can see that, but somehow this conversation is fun.

"Of course, but you need to give us access to check if there is this amount on your credit card, you know..." Stephan continues, he still has the style of some strange compassion on his face.

"Sure," I say boldly, angrier than before. "Here's my credit card," I reach out with a smug look.

Stephan takes it and gives it to Ridge who passes it through a small black device and checks that the amount is inside. I didn't even have to give my pin code. In fact, I have $ 4.500,00. Ridge nodded at Stephan with a look of confirmation that I can get in.

Stephan opens the door and says formally, "Good luck", while Ridge is looking at me with tightened lips like he's sorry that I will definitely lose my money in there.

"Good luck," Ridge finally tells me.

The door opens wide in front of me and closes quickly when my figure is completely lost from the rest of the casino.

Is it certain I've entered a private betting room or am I in a luxury hotel suite? I'm definitely the dissonance in all its glory here, at least in the attire.

My dress is not a waste, but it doesn't compare to the shiny dresses that filled my eyes as soon as I walked in. A very elegant, brown hair young lady approaches me.

"Good evening and welcome to the private. My name is Elva," she says to me with extreme politeness, but her gaze is typical and cold.

If we knew each other better, I'd venture to say I didn't really strike her fancy since the first time I set foot in this room.

"Hello. I'm Reva Lennox,"

"Nice to meet you. Come with me."

I follow her to the middle of the room, while she explains to me how many tables are set up and what games are being played.

"What do you want to play? Roulette or Blackjack?" she asks me with an eyebrow up. She seems familiar with money. Her behavior differs greatly from mine.

"Roulette," I say to her courageously.

"All right, come this way."

She leads me deeper into the room, and I see a larger space unfolding slowly. What the fuck? I swore in silence. This room seems to grow bigger and bigger as you go further in.

Appears in front of us a huge roulette wheel, definitely bigger than the others out at the rest of the casino.

The brown-haired lady points me to the spot by reaching her hand out as a sign of approaching. Four well-dressed men sitting around the table. They have piles of chips in front of them. One hand supports their chin, and the other holds the chips. They seem skeptical and troubled. Their attention is on the green felt, and their eyes are rolling the numbers as someone lucky number will talk, and it will tell them to bet on that.

"Come on, there's a seat here," the brown-haired lady says.

She snaps her smile when a tall, shapely, blonde-haired man with dark blue eyes comes in front of her. He seems about thirty-five. His suit shines in the dim light of the room.


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