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KNOX POV

"There she is." Fawaz pointed.

Standing in the midst of men and women, her red velvet dress flowed with exotic grace behind her. A leg stuck out to show her sexy curves and the slit that stopped exactly where her underwear was. Just...wow!

Her tawny tanned skinned glow under the midnight blue chandeliers to show how much of a goddess she looks.

He averted his gaze on hearing his sister voice.

(DOVE)

"Dove, I didn't think I'd see you here."

She scoffed. "Oh permit me brother, I'm now old enough legally to do what I want."

"What's your definition of legal?"

"When you look at someone and they blow your mind that all you can think of is fucking with 'em."

Knox rolled his eyes. "Just say sex, it won't burn your tongue, besides she's my business."

A man of fifty- seven years wearing a grey tuxedo, walked past the siblings without feeling his seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars wrist watch being removed.

"Tada." she flaunted the wrist watch in her brother's face.

"In the next few minutes, Mr.

Phillippe will notice his expensive wrist watch is missing and that will cause a little pandemonium in my casino, do well to take care of that or get rid of it." He ordered.

"Go do your business, while I take care of mine." She said and hugged him briefly.

Knox placed a kissed on her forehead and went over to the gambling table.

"To what honor do we owe to have our own great gambler in our midst?" A man asked with a playful smile.

“Hello Robert.” He bowed curtly to which his friend did the same. Robert playfully smacked his shoulder.

“Ow!” Knox feigned a pained face.

"Oh Knox baby!" A lady threw herself on him from behind. He quickly untangled her hands away from his neck.

He smiled graciously at everyone and poured himself a glass of Jagermeister wine.

His eyes finally met hers. He scrunched his face and cleared his throat.

"I haven't seen this face..."

"Lot of people come here so you don't expect to know everybody." She cut him off rather sharply. "I'm Makayla." She introduced.

He didn't take his eyes off her. "Knox Argento."

"Yeah I know. Do you mind if I play a game with only you?" He chuckled softly and nodded his head in agreement.

"Only if..."

"I got my condition big guy." She interrupted, snickering.

"Stack the deck with cards and let the blackjack begin."

He knew deep down that whatever the condition was, she would let herself lose so she could play her game. She was smart.

What if he let her win? He thought but this was his casino. Winning is never his thing when it comes to gambling because either way, he knows the maths and the odds.

Whatever it is she was up to for, he would have to play along.

MAKAYLA POV

As soon as he entered the casino, all eyes were on him and whispers of how sexy he was flew around the air. Some women even said they wished he'd have a one night stand with them.

"How pathetic they must be." She thought.

His eyes roamed her body for some seconds before the Blondie came and switched his attention.

She must credit her, she was smart and quick to have taken the man's watch without him noticing.

"He's here right in front of me."

Her body shook lightly. She was nervous but thank heavens she wore gloves. No one would notice how wet her palms are.

He told her he hasn't seen her face before and she was quick to give him a reply. Now that she has gotten him to play a game with her, all she has to do is lose.

The waitress arrange the cards and place a glass of white wine besides each of them.

"Shall I say what the condition is? Privately."

A brunette hissed and Makayla sent a glare her way. She excused herself.

"Or after the game we will talk about it." she smiled.

Soon the "blackjack" started and bets were placed.

The other gamblers sat around the table and watched as the two players began playing. On a normal ground, it was supposed to be everybody around the table to play and not just two people. A rule in the casino game.

The bet went up from $10 to a hundred until Makayla got nothing more to bet with, meaning that she lost the game.

"My man won!" Robert cheered.

Makayla smiled inwardly and scoffed outwardly. Her plan worked.

"We shall now leave to hear your condition."

As she stood up to follow him, the brunette that hissed at her grabbed her waist with force, "If you fuck my man, I'd stab you." She threatened.

Pathetic.

"How about joining us for a threesome. I heard he fucks good." She left the brunette standing with a scowl on her face.

Knox smiled, she didn't know he heard her. She followed him until the elevator dinged to symbolize that they've gotten to the top floor. They walked through the hallway till he halted in front of a door that held his name. 'Knox Argento Khatib'

"He's an Arabian like me." she thought. Interesting.

"As-Salaamu Alaikum."

"Va-alaikum, Salaam."

"I didn't think you'd understand that." She said and entered his office, more like a suite.

"My mother is an Arabian." He flatly responded, with a tinge of bitterness.

"I figured out from your name, Khatib."

"A glass of wine?" He asked.

"Yeah sure!" She agreed.

"The condition?" He asked with a seep of impatience.

"Are you that in a hurry to find out?" She teased, hot lips curved into a sly smile.

"It's now or never." His tone held some dark, a bit mysterious kind of authority.

She opened her bag and brought out the file, in it was a paper. His brow raised.

'I, Makayla Adamson Ameerat vowed to spend thirty days with Knox Argento as his woman if he beats me in the game of Black Jack.

Nevertheless, if I win against him, I vow to still stay thirty days with Knox Argento in his home.' He read through and held his pen.

"Why this type of contract?"

"What happened to your eagerness?"

He sighed and signed.

"Shall we baby?" He stood up abruptly and winked at her.

"We move."