The Strongest Player ✔

Morning Coffee

Shane

Never cross my mind, that I would found her at a nearby coffee shop. I wanted to come up to her and say Hey....but I would look like a stalker and it was just not my style. I would rather she came up to me.

I know I'm that cocky.

Her outfit was something though, s**t! I was instantly hard. The leather short skirt and the white men shirt she wore underneath that jacket. I wished that it was my white shirt that she had on.

She looked at me and was surprised to see me. Then the barista calls her name. Trisha, beautiful name. She took her order and gazed my way.

Damn. She wants me too. Hot.

Her phone was ringing and she went all business mode, barking orders to the other line. God. Her voice. One minute she was all polite and flirty with the barista, the next she was all about gunning down the other caller. Sexy. I love a girl that could be in charge, but playful at the same time.

I was debating with myself, whether I should come up to her or not. But what for? I just need to bang her. I can do that the next time she went to the club. I never do morning conversations. I couldn't, I don't know-how.

Then the barista calls me up, asking for my order.

"Double shot of espresso for me Kyle." I looked at his name tag. "So, the woman with the leather skirt, she comes here often?" I asked, I just couldn't help myself.

He chuckled like I was not the first guy that asked him that same question. "Yes, she's a regular. She owns the gallery down the road." He ended the conversation, by calling out to the man behind me.

Interesting... I know just the right person, who might know a gallery owner.

Shit! Why am I even going for this much trouble? Forget it. I should just wait till the next time she came to the club.

I walked back to my car and headed up to the road, I need to oversee the house that I was currently building for this nice couple.

"Boss, you need to see this. I don't think the spec of the goods is the same as the ones that you ordered." Nick, my foreman told me.

Fuck! This was going to take all day. I went through the plans again with Nick. I went for a walkthrough of the unfinished house and taking notes on my tablet for immediate issues that had to look at, here and there. Three hours later, I was back at home.

Finally...

I love the drawing and the planning but hated the execution part, so many ways it could go wrong. It could be the worker, then the permit, then the material, or worse the clients themselves. That was why I was liking my club. I intend to open another one, as soon as Players was settled, and the crew was set and could attend the club without my supervision.

I decided to reward myself for the day by having a drink, I got myself to the bar, and pour my malt and savor the rich taste in my mouth. It was good, but my mind quickly drifted off to the sexy blonde. s**t! I gave up when I decide to get my phone and dial her number. I need to f**k badly.

"Hey Crissy, are you free? I need you now. Can I come over?" I asked her urgently, she was a bit startled but followed quickly by a giggle.

"Yes, I'm free now. Come on over." She said seductively, just how I like my f**k buddies.

I slipped on my shoes again, then grab my keys and phone, and out the door minutes later.

"Hey, Shane." She opened the door for me in her lingerie. Sexy. I didn't reply to her greeting, as I push open the door and start kissing her, ravishing her from head to toe, making her screamed my name over and over again, then I pulled out and discarded the condom.

"f**k Shane, that was beyond wild. Are you on something?" She asked curiously.

"I'm not Cris, I'm just so f*****g horny that's all," I confessed to her.

I was not ready to tell her that I was hooked on some sexy blonde, that I didn't even know.

God! This is going to be a long day.

I left her place an hour later, after another quick f**k. Hoping that it would get me through the day.

"Hey Andrew, where are you? You want to meet up?" I asked him on the phone.

Andrew was my college buddy, and still one of my best wingmen. I got nothing else to do until the club opened. I might as well hang with him.

We met up at my place for a game of pool. "Hey man! How are you? Come let's get inside." He was already waiting for me in the driveway.

"I'm good now,  I'm just so f*****g bored. Aiden got a new girlfriend, and she's f*****g hot! Imagine waking up to a half-naked woman in the kitchen, after hearing her screaming my brother's name all night long." He told me his story, making me laughed out loud.

"Damn Andrew, this is why we keep on being friends. You can be so totally honest sometimes. It's too much information by the way. But I really don't mind. Come, you set up the table. I'm gonna get the drinks, whiskey or beer?" I asked him heading to the bar.

"Beer man, I'm saving my thirst for tonight. I'm thinking of prowling for women tonight. You game?" He excitedly asked me.

"You don't have to ask me twice man. I practically live there anyway." I gave him the beer and took the stick.

"I met this sexy blonde last night, and then again this morning while she was buying her morning coffee. But I didn't say hi to her, it was not my style I guess. So, maybe she'll be there again tonight." I shrugged at him, while he looked at me a bit confused. But then he decided to let it go.

"So you want to break?" I put down his beer and started looking seriously at the pool table.

"Don't mind if I do." Andrew started to break the set, then take a few shots, until it was my turn. We played for a couple of hours, then decided to go out for a bite, and went to my club and start the night.