"Never play cards with the man named Scaramouche."

"F*ck!" you cursed.

Another win for Scaramouche. The cards on his hand wasn't even that good, and yet he can make the tables turn every damn time.

"Another round, baby?" cocky grin spreading through Scaramouche's face and the growing tower of chips on his side.

Scaramouche's lips curved. "How about this, if you win, I'll give you the keys to my penthouse. If I win, you'll give yourself to me."