Christians POV
It was a really long day at work. The day seemed to drag by for what seemed like days.
"Christian, I'm heading to the bar with Taylor. He wants me to try out this place in the city." Elliot, my brother said. "Come with us. You could use the break." As the CEO of my family's private investigating business, I have had to do some serious cases. I have the most experience out of everyone, who we have employed so I get the tough, dirty jobs. I just finished a case that had to with a mother accusing her second husband, of cheating. I flew all the way to California just to make sure he was really on a 'business trip'. If you call burying his head between some blonde chick's thighs, then he was definitely doing some business. It was exhausting to put up with the wife. She went flipping mad. But I got a thousand dollars out of it, so that was good. Are family business has always been a success, ever since my grandfather started it. We hire people with potential and the ability to bring some of their own unique talents to the table. My office was my second home.
"Yeah, sure, just give me a sec." I responded.
"Okay, we will be down in the cab waiting." I nodded at my brother. He turned to leave and I stood from my chair and packed all my files into my briefcase. I grabbed my black coat and pinned my badge to my hip, while walking out and shutting off the lights. I locked up the doors to the building and walked over to the cab. Elliot opened the door for me from the inside and I climbed in.
"Christian you look beat." Taylor said.
"Yeah, well what do you expect? I've three cases in the past two days and I flew to two different states almost within the same night. The only good thing that came out of it was that we make twelve grand."
"Holy shit. Twelve grand? Why did they pay so much?" Elliot beamed.
"Well the latest was only a thousand. But the two before had wanted to do the extremes. They wanted surveillance, hidden cameras, audio, photographs. I had to go to fucking Mexico for crying out loud. It turns out that the woman had two different identities and was married to some dude who lived in Mexico and here in New York. Shit, I made sure she paid me handsomely."
"Damn man, you really need a drink." Taylor laughed.
"Yeah I really do."
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I sat at the bar with a beer in hand. Elliot and Taylor are talking about something that really is of no interest to me. I guzzle down my beer and looked around the bar. It wasn't all that great. There were big flat screen TVs all over and two pool tables on the left that were inclined on a platform. You had to walk up fours stairs and could overlook the bar. In front of the bar was a stage for karaoke and tables all around. It was great but it seemed kind of dead. It was only nine though so it was still early.
"Christian?" Elliot called.
"What?" I returned.
"There are beautiful girls snakin' ya," he laughed. I looked in the direction his eyes were gravitating to and saw a sexy red head with green eyes and a blonde with brown eyes. They were seriously something to look at but I didn't bite.
"Eh, not really my thing."
"Are you serious? They're gorgeous." Taylor's mouth was opened.
"Well how about you go talk to them then." I rolled my eyes.
"I would but they aren't looking at me." He answered.
"Whatever, man. I don't want them." I turned my head away and that's when I saw her.
She was a beautiful brunette. Her hair was long, curled and rested down her shoulders and down to her mid back. She had on dark blue jeans that hugged her body. She had on a red midriff tank that showed of her pale skin and pierced belly button. Her red pumps made her legs look endless and that black leather jacket screamed 'bad girl'. Her blue eyes, bluer then the Mediterranean Sea, met mine for a second and she smirked, than looked away. She was gorgeous. I have seen many women in my time and I have also been with many, but this girl was something different.
My eyes followed her and she stepped up the stair to the pool table. She had a bag in her hand that I didn't notice before and pulled out a pull stick. She put it together and started to talk to a few men who were finishing up a game. I couldn't hear their conversation but I could see what was going on through their body language. She smiled a sweet innocent smile and the two men had devilish grins. She leaned over the table and said a few words. They looked at each other and then shook her hand.
Once the men finished their game, the girl set up the pool table and asked who wanted to break. I'm guessing that's what she said, anyways. A big guy about twice her size and weight with black hair and blue eyes went first out of the two. He broke the rack and made the balls go everywhere except for in any of the pockets. I moved to the table tight in front of the railings that separated the pool area from the bar.
"Dude, where are you going?" Elliot asked.
"I'll be right back." I assured him.
I took a seat and watched this lovely creature. I could hear and see a whole lot better.
"Awe, that's too bad." She said. She rounded the table until she found the perfect play. "Let's see…" She leaned over the table and aimed. Some guys started to stare at her ass and the small of her back that was showing. I wanted to punch them all in the face. She hit the white ball which went straight into two solids. They both went in to the upper right corner. She smiled sweetly than made her way around and took her aim on another solid ball, making it in the middle left pocket.
"Now remember boys this is just a game." I let out a smile. She was teasing them.
"Yeah, if a game involves two hundred bucks." My eyes grew when then man said that comment. She was gambling. She wasn't supposed to be doing that.
"You're the one who sealed the deal." She waved him off and shot three more balls into the pockets. The man didn't even get a turn. He was pissed. Highly pissed and she was enjoying it.
All she had left was now the black eight ball. It was next to the left upper pocket, but it looked like there was a problem. One of the man's striped balls was in the middle of the eight ball and the white ball. She had a worried look on her face and the man's anger turned into a smug smile. He knew he was going to win and he wasn't hiding it.
"Oh well shoot, what am I to do?" she said.
"Just do whatever, you won't be able to hit it." The man said. All her other shots have been easy hits. They were all laid out for her, so this is where expertise comes into to play, the art of pull.
"You know, you're probably right. I guess it won't matter what I do." She batted her eyes and smiled sheepishly.
She rounded the corner and bent over, getting ready to aim. "I call the upper left pocket." She drew her stick back a few times and positioned it a little bit higher. She breathed in and hit the white ball with force that caused it to jump over his striped ball and hit the eight ball, making it into the pocket.
Well I'll be damned.
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