Shit. This wasn’t good.
“Another hand?” the dealer asked.
I panned my glare back over to her before I shook my head. I no longer wanted to test my luck. I gathered up my chips and left the table before my brothers could say anything and I went to go cash them out. I went in with five hundred dollars to gamble away and I walked out of there with almost ten thousand dollars in the form of a check. I needed to get to a bank. Stick it in my account somehow. That would be a good excuse, actually. I could take the car, find a bank installation, deposit my check to be processed on Monday, and in the process I could get to calling lawyers.
But my eyes were sweeping the area for Jessica.
“Taking your winnings to a bank?” Lucas asked.
I whipped around on my heels as my eyes locked with his.
“I am. Don’t really want a ten-thousand-dollar check burning a hole in my pocket until we get home,” I said.
“You uh… want to talk about what happened at the table?”
I peered over his shoulder and saw Andrea and Jessica talking. Only, she didn’t look distraught. In fact, she looked a little excited talking with Jessica.
What was that about?
“No. I don’t. I need to get to the bank. See you guys in a bit,” I said.
Then, I pulled away from Lucas before he could ask any more questions.
I hailed our driver for the weekend and he came riding up to me. I rattled off where I needed to go and I was surprisingly informed that some Vegas banks are open for truncated hours on Saturdays, which was nice. It meant I could actually deposit this check instead of leaving it for someone to find on Monday. I slipped out of the car when it came to a stop and went into the bank we had pulled up to.
And while I stood in line, it gave me time to think.
I figured the girls would have been shocked. Or horrified. Possibly upset. But when I found Jessica and Andrea talking, the two of them looked almost excited. I didn’t know what to make of that. Maybe Andrea had dodged Jessica’s questions. Or maybe Jessica hadn’t caught on and the two of them were gabbing it up about last night. Or what parts of last night Andrea remembered. I didn’t know. I’d have no way of knowing. The only thing I did know was how it initially struck me.
And the initial feeling I felt was relief.
I shook the thought away from my head as I approached the bank teller. I slid my check to her and told her I wanted to deposit my winnings and she immediately turned on her charm. She pressed her tits together and smiled kindly at me. She made a little too much eye contact and was a little too friendly with her words. Her eyes raked down my chest and she took her sweet time inputting my information.
Then, she asked the question I knew had been brewing on her tongue ever since she got a gander at the amount on my check.
“So, if you’re free tonight, I don’t have to work,” she said.
“While the offer is kind, ma’am, I’m married,” I said.
“I don’t see a ring on that finger.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that I’m married.”
She huffed as she slid my receipt to me, then I slid it into my wallet. I walked away from the bank and headed back to my car, and the entire time my chest swelled with a pride I wasn’t sure I deserved to feel. Andrea didn’t want to be married. I didn’t want to be married. There was no reason for me to use our
marriage as an excuse to not get laid. But, something felt wrong about it. The second that woman started flirting with me, it wasn’t because she knew I had money. That wasn’t what bugged me.
What bugged me was that when I looked up into her face, I didn’t see the bank teller.
I saw Andrea.
“Where to, sir?” my driver asked.
“Back to the hotel. I need a nap,” I said.
“Any stops along the way?”
I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes.