Winner Takes All
The stakes were high, but the reward? Absolutely sinful.
The last taillights disappeared down the driveway, leaving behind only the remnants of game night—empty glasses, scattered poker chips, and a half-shuffled deck of cards. Jill turned to Jack, a sly grin curling her lips, her hazel eyes gleaming with mischief. A low jazz playlist hummed from the speakers, mixing with the distant chirp of crickets outside. Warm air, the lingering scent of wine and candles, and a trace of Ji...