You leaned against the wall, taking a drag from your cigarette as Ray observed you with a smirk. “Looks like I win,” He declared victoriously, having emerged triumphant in the game.

“Big deal,” You retorted, frustration evident in your tone as you raked a hand through your hair.

“The winner gets whatever they want, right? And I know exactly what I want from you,” Ray remarked, his smirk widening suggestively.

“Spill it,” You demanded, crossing your arms over your chest and fixing him with a steely glare.

“I want you, darling. I want you on my bed tonight,” Ray confessed, his grin growing wider as he watched you toss your cigarette aside.

“And what do I get in return?” You countered, raising an eyebrow challengingly.

“Designer clothes, lavish jewelry, luxury cars—you name it, and it’s yours. Plus, one of my black cards, sweetheart. So, what do you say?” Ray chuckled, now pinning you against the pool table.