Is This Love Book 1: Questioning Yourself

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Chapter 15: The Casino

Chapter 15: The Casino

“Where shall we start?” Sam asks me as we take our first steps into the lobby.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been here before. You own it, why don’t you lead me like you always do?” I say with a hint of bitterness. Stop it. Try and have a good night. Let’s have a nice, fun time with Samantha.

“I think that’s cheating.” She responds ignoring my tone.

“Nah...it’s using resources. How bout we start at the bar?” I wink at Sam hoping she will agree.

“We just came from the bar.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have anything!”

“So you want to go to the bar for me to drink?” Sam inquired.

“Duh…”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea; I still have work to do tonight.”

“Can’t you take a day off and have fun with me? You ignored me for a whole week.” I plead trying to give my big sad eyes.

Sam thinks for a second, smiles and replies, “I will do that for you, My Pet.”

“Whoa, that was easy. Come on! Where’s the bar?” I grab her arm and pull towards the slot machines ringing fifty feet away.

“Hold on a second. How about you decide what to play and I’ll have a personal waiter accompany us?”

“You have those?”

“No, but tonight, we will. I need to stop by the office first. Sit here and don’t move.” She commands, points to the slot machine nearest to us, and walks away.

I sit down slowly. I think I should change seats. Should I hide or just go to a different one? How long is she going to be? Let’s move across the aisle. I change seats to one fifteen feet farther away. Oh no...I’m sure to get in trouble for this. I move to the original seat. But I really want to disobey. I think this will be okay but not too much. I scoot over to the seat two chairs in and wait for Sam to return.

The casino is full of all sorts of lights and colors. Between the people yelling and the slot machine noises, I can’t tell what’s louder. There are rows upon rows of slot machines going so far back that you cannot see the other end of the casino. There are many people wandering around, trying to get lucky.

Sam returns with an employee next to her. “This is Jill. She will wait on us this evening.”

“Hi, Jill! Thank you.” I stand and greet her.

“Two martinis over ice. Meet us by black jack.” Samantha says to Jill who immediately rushes away nervously.

“I don’t think she’s that comfortable.” I say once she’s out of earshot.

“Would you be in her situation? She is the first hourly employee to wait on the owner.”

“Oh, I definitely would be. I’m with you and I still get nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” Samantha lets out a stoic laugh. “How does this make you feel?” She leans her head into my neck, just close enough for me to feel the heat of her breath against my skin.

“Nervous and giddy.”

“I’m glad.” Sam moves in front of me, tilts my head up, and kisses me. I kiss her back and pull her into a hug. This is what I crave. Her being close to me. Sam breaks our lips apart and squeezes me tighter. We stand there embracing each other for a few more seconds.

“Thank you.” I say as we part.

“For?” She raises an eyebrow up at me.

“For the hug. It let’s me know that you like me.” I grin at her.

“Of course I like you, Ileana. Have you doubted it?”

“Yes. You’re hot and cold all the time. I can’t read you or know what you think. I get mixed signals all the time.”

Samantha looks a little sad. “I’m not used to relationships. Everything before you has always been business. I’ll try to work on it.”

“It’s okay. I’ll wait on you. Everything before you has been boring.” I laugh trying to lighten the mood. “Jill is probably waiting for us.”

We walk holding hands through the casino to the back corner and join a blackjack table.

Jill finds us promptly and waits for further instructions. We exchange money for chips with the dealer and place our bets. Holy shit. Table minimum is twenty-five dollars. Sam plays fifty a hand. There’s no way I’m doing that. I put twenty-five on my spot and take a sip. We are both dealt a twenty and stay. The dealer breaks and we take a swig of our martinis to celebrate.

“Have you gambled much?” I ask Sam.

“I used to. Blackjack has always been my favorite card game. I used to play before I came to America.” She reveals a little more about herself.

“So you must be a pro then. I’ve only played a couple times with Jack.”

I’ve now made a couple hundred dollars on blackjack. “Can we try some slot games?”

“The chances of winning aren’t as good.”

“I don’t care, they seem more fun. And I’m pretty sure I came here to lose money, not win it.”

“One last hand then.” Samantha puts up $500 as her bet. I bet larger as well and put the $200 I won up. The dealer passes the cards and he’s showing a 5. I have an ace and a three. Sam has 9. She doubles for less, adding an additional $300. She is dealt a seven, ending with 16. I double for less, adding an additional $50. I get a 6, ending with 20. The dealer flips a 10 and then draws a 7.

“No fucking way!” I punch Sam’s arm and almost fall into her lap, “If either of us didn’t take one, he would have won.”

“That’s the way the game goes. I think we’re lucky today.”

We grab our chips and walk to the cashier booth. “I think we can use some shots.” I suggest. I feel my drunkenness start lowering.

“I’ll indulge you.” Sam smiles at me. She then faces Jill, “Four shots off the fruity list.”

“Which ones specifically?” Jill asks.

“Any.” Sam dismisses her with a flick of her wrist.

“Ooh! I want to play that one!” I point to a pirate game.

“Lead the way.”

I grab her hand and sway over to the closest chair of the pirate game and sit. Sam sits at the machine next to mine. We both put in a hundred and start spinning.

Sam reaches over and ups my bet. “Max bet hun. We’re here to lose.” She winks at me.

I see Jill coming with our shots. “Just in time!” I say and I hand Sam two and take the others for myself.

“Cheers.” Sam says and we clink our shots together and take them.

The pirate game isn’t as fun as I thought it would be. I only won a couple spins and the $100 is gone. “Le’s move. This sucks!”

“As you wish, My Pet.” Samantha looks into my eyes deeply and I turn away. I’m still mad at her right? Yes...no...yes…I don’t know. I stand up and walk around trying to find another spot to play. I am still mad. She can’t ignore me if we’re in a relationship. And she expects me to listen to her always. It’s like she wants a slave. I will not be a slave. I have my own will and I will do what I want, also.

I lose my train of thought as I sway and almost fall over. Apparently I cannot think deep and drink. I sit at the closest machine. “Here.”

“Are you okay?” Sam asks.

“Oh yeah, I’m great.” I say sarcastically.

“I know that’s not true. What is on your mind?”

“A lot of things. I’m not going to be your slave, you know.”

“Where is that coming from? I never asked you to be my slave.”

“It’s the way I see it. You like to be in command and order people around. I’m still me. I will still be me.”

“What orders have I given you that make you feel like a slave?”

“Well...none yet. But that’s what I will become.” I say quickly.

“I do not wish for you to be my slave, Ileana. I do not want you to lose yourself. I want you to understand and grow in this relationship with me. It is a little different than traditional relationships, however, the one thing that is the same is that we both need to communicate what works and doesn’t in order to grow closer. I thought you understood this before signing the contract.”

“I did...I do.” I take a deep breath, “I can’t be in a relationship where we don’t talk. If communication is such a big thing for you, how can you ignore me for a week? I need more communication from you. Almost daily, if that is possible for you. Even if it’s a small text saying you’re super busy. It lets me know you’re alive and thinking about me. Can you try to do that?”

“Yes, I will do that for you. Is there anything else bothering you?”

“Yes. Why are you always so stunning?” I smile at her.

“How do you mean?”

“You know, like beautiful and gorgeous. You stun people when they look at you. They forget how to act around you including their thoughts.”

“Well, I don’t pay much attention to others. Most places I go, I am there for a reason and I focus on that. I do not meddle with things in the background of my goals.”

“So you don’t even know the effect you have on people?” I ask.

“Oh I know, dear. I just don’t care. I know that everyone either wants to be me or be with me.”

“Conceited much?” I chuckle.

“Maybe.” She smiles. “From our conversation, you are worried about losing yourself and you want to communicate regularly. Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“I think we can work on both of those. I like you how you are. You are slightly defiant with a liking for punishment.”

I blush. How does she know that? “How do you know?

“It’s not that hard to tell. I know you are defiant because you deliberately disobey or slightly change things. And If I remember correctly, you enjoyed yourself during the trial. Am I correct on both counts?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, My Queen.” I say with a smirk.

“We are in public, Ileana.”

“Yes, Sam.” I correct myself.

“That’s better. What shall we do now?”

“How about we get blinding drunk and blow money?”

“Isn’t that what you have been doing?” We laugh together.









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