Chapter 45 Brothers
Chapter 45 Brothers
Private room, sixth floor of Samson Pub.
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Three men sat around the center table, each holding a deck of cards in hand, each with a different posture. Around them, a group of gorgeous men and women laughed and partied freely.
“Pair of threes!”
Waylon threw down two of his lowest cards. His brown eyes reflected the last four cards in his hand. With a wild, cocky grin, he looked like a man in control—practically the definition of arrogance.
His suit jacket was open, shirt unbuttoned halfway, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His sharply defined features radiated masculine charm. Tilting his chin up, he shot a look at the baby–faced man to his right.
“Hey now, hurry up. I’m on a tight schedule here. Don’t tell me three months overseas made you forget how to play cards.”
“Pair of Aces!”
Baylon, the baby face, slammed down his biggest pair. The force of the motion made the hem of his gray jacket flap dramatically. Raising an arched brow, his originally single eyelids practically turned into double–lids from the tension as he glared at Waylon.
“You threw down the smallest pair and you’re gloating? Don’t forget, loser has to do the coin–bounce–off–the–chest routine!”
“Hehe, your brother already said he’s been working on his abs lately. He’s just using this as an excuse to show off!” Across from Waylon. Quinton adjusted his gold–rimmed glasses. With delicate features and a slender frame, he looked soft–but the rolled–up sleeves on his shirt revealed lean, powerful arms. Raking a hand through his tousled hair, he gave a wicked little smirk and pressed two cards to the table.
“Pair of Jacks.”
“Boom–Jokers!”
Waylon triumphantly slapped down his final cards. Seeing the disbelief on Baylon’s face, he practically beamed with delight. Reaching over, he gave Baylon a hearty slap on the shoulder.
“Guess you’re not seeing my handsome abs tonight, bro. Don’t worry, you can show off your one–pack instead! Hahahaha!”
“I don’t buy it! Weren’t you holding two cards just now?”
“Here, look–pair of eights.” Waylon threw down the last two cards, laughing so hard he was about to double over. “You think I’d have agreed to that ‘coin bounce‘ punishment if I didn’t know you’ve been slacking off for three months? Hah!”
Baylon shot to his feet and wiped his face, practically grinding his teeth.
“Knew it. You two bastards had this planned from the start. I just got back and already you’re scheming against me! Fine, I’ll call up Little Six and wipe the floor with you shameless jerks! You just want an excuse to worship my body, huh? Well today, I’ll give you bumpkins a real show!”
“Alright, alright, everyone pay attention! Prince here is about to perform his signature ‘dramatic jacket toss“!” Waylon grabbed two half–full bottles of mineral water from the table, stood up, and banged them together like cymbals.
“Once in a lifetime, folks!”
“Hahahaha!” The entire private room burst into roaring laughter.
“Hold up, I’ve got a call.” Waylon tossed the bottles aside and scrambled to pull his phone from his slacks, answering without even checking the screen.
“Hello?”
“Still playing?” came a low voice from the other end. Waylon instantly waved his hand, signaling the room to quiet down.
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Chapter 45 Brothers
“Louis?”
Some woman nearby caught the name and gasped, “Mr. Louis?”
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