He's charming and funny and not mention gorgeous. The kind of man you'd be interested in getting to know. Just not in this life.

You mumbled an apology, hoping to avoid confrontation, even as he yanks your hair. You bite you lip to stifle a sob.

Because your abusive boyfriend is playing poker right behind you, and he doesn't like when you talk to other men.

When your boyfriend joins a high stakes poker game... With you as the prize.

You doing want any trouble so you do what he says. But when you steal a glance at the table, the handsome stranger joined the game. And he's looking at your boyfriend with pure hate in this eyes. And that's when he turns around. Grabbing your arms off to the corner of the room. A muscle there's in your boyfriend's jaw. Like what?

"What do you say we bet on something with a little more valuable?" He asks your boyfriend. His eyes briefly land on your and intensity in his dark gaze streaks your breath away. Your sitting, having a drink at the bar when a handsome stranger covered in tattoos sits down beside you.

"And if you win?"your boyfriend asked. The stranger smiles,but it's not friendly. It's predatory. "You will sit behind my chair and say nothing for the rest of the night. I don't even want you looking at anyone else. Eyes down or on me, understand? He said

The stranger reaches good pocket, producing a set of keys. "Keys to my Brooklyn penthouse overlooking the new York harbor. Twelve mil property." He said

If you win,you get the keys to my NYC penthouse and if I win.... He stops and turns to look at you.

"I get your girl"