Game of Chance

Chapter 22

Marshall stirred as he heard a vicious knocking on the door.  “Huh?” he grumbled.

“Daddy?” a high voice squeaked.  “Can I come in?”

“Hailie?” he replied groggily.  “Yeah, baby, come in.”

With a smile on her face, she bounded in and jumped onto the bed—which also woke up Contessa.

“Is that my favorite kiddo?” she asked, sitting up.

“Yup, yup!” Hailie nodded.

“So, what did you want, Hai?” Marshall asked.

“Welllll,” she started and twisted a lock of her hair with her finger, “I wanted to know if you’re gonna go to stupid old work today!  You promised this would be a vacation!”

He laughed good-naturedly.  “Baby, you know we can’t just…go out.  Too many people know Daddy—we gotta be secretive about it.  Like spies,” he replied.

She eyed him, unconvinced.  “I don’t wanna be a spy!”

“I thought you said you wanted to be the next Bond girl—”

“That’s just a movie, silly!”

He sighed.

//

“I could show you around, Hailie,” Contessa offered.  “Ain’t nobody know little ol’ me, so I think we’d be pretty safe—just you and I.  As long as this big guy doesn’t come and bother us, nobody’ll know.”

“I don’t think—” Marshall began.

“Ooh, that sounds so cool!  Can we, Daddy?  Please?!”

“Let Contessa and Daddy talk alone for a few minutes, okay?”

Pouting, his daughter reluctantly left to give them the privacy he’d asked for.

//

“They’ve seen Hailie before,” Marshall pointed out.

“So?  They’re not gonna believe that you let her out with a woman they’ve never seen…sans bodyguards and whoever else is in your entourage!”

“I guess that’s true…”

“Come on, Marshall!  Unless, you wanna play tourist?”

He gave her a heated look.  “You know I can’t.  The media would have a fuckin’ field day.”

“Exactly.  The media doesn’t know me or my face—they don’t even know that you got a girlfriend.  I can take Hailie to the Golden Gate Bridge…to a children’s museum.  Plus, you can get some more work done, because you might be able to fool Hailie into thinking this is a vacation, but I know Dre has you here to do work—and stop you from pissing him off ‘cause you’re missin’ me,” she grinned.

“Hmm, you think you got me all figured out, don’t you?” he taunted.

“I know I do, mister!”

Marshall raised an eyebrow and pulled her into his lap to plant a gentle kiss on her lips.  She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.  “You’re gonna spoil me, you know.  I don’t think I’ll ever let you go,” she whispered.

“Who says I’d let you let me go?” he replied cockily.

//

“I heard laughing!” Hailie accused as she stomped into the bedroom.  “Does that mean we getta go?” she asked, lighting up instantly.

“Well…”

“Well what!” she interrupted.

“Yes, you can go,” he finished.

“Yay!” she screamed.  “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Contessa slipped out of Marshall’s grasp as she knew that Hailie would want to show her thanks—so she was prepared when Hailie leaped onto the bed and into Marshall’s arms, unlike Marshall who was completely surprised and groaned as Hailie sat on his stomach suddenly.

“Whoa,” he mumbled.

“Thanks sooo much, Daddy!” Hailie said cheerily and kissed him squarely on the cheek.  “You’re the bestest Daddy ever!”

“Am I?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded affirmatively.

//

“Do you mind if Stella tags along with Hailie and I?  Well, if Hailie doesn’t mind as well…”

“Sure—if she’s a friend of yours, I trust her…enough,” he teased.

She watched him stretch; the muscles in his back tightened and rippled beneath his skin.  “You know, Marshall…”

He shut his eyes—he knew that voice; better yet, he knew what the voice meant.

“Contessa—” he warned, but his protest was lost in a whisper as her hand slid down his bare back.

Without hesitance, he turned around and smashed his lips to hers—his body was running on lust and need; it had been hellish sleeping next to her, touching her but not quite touching her.  His tongue slipped between her puckered lips; it caressed hers gently, seductively, and then a little more roughly as he intensified the kiss by dragging his hands along her inner thighs.

He felt her tear her mouth away from his with a hiss.

“We can’t—”

“The hell we—can.  Damn.  Hold that…pose,” he said, dashing out of the bedroom and down the hall.

//

“Curtis, get your ass over here.  Now.  It’s not fuckin’ early, so come on!”

“Man, you’re just lucky Dre sent me here to keep you in check.  I don’t know what you were thinkin’…bringin’ Hailie when you know all you wanna do is fuck—”

“Shut up and get over here.”

//

“Hai, Curtis is comin’ over, do you think you guys could watch a movie while Contessa and I get ready?”

“Only if I get to pick the movie!” she whined.

“Done!”

//

“Thanks, man,” Marshall said appreciatively and let his friend in.  “Babysit her, will you?  Let her watch whatever she wants.  And do not let her out of your sight!”

“Sometimes, Marsh, you confuse the hell out of me.  One day, you don’t want her listenin’ to you cuss, and the next day, you’re havin’ me baby sit her so you can go get your freak on!”

“When you’re a parent, you learn to get over it.”

Chapter 23

Author: zines@aol.com

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