The Billion Dollar Sitter by Eliza DeGaulle

cream, inferior to what Tyson's kitchen wizards could produce but still good, my billionaire stood beside me. He offered me his hand. "Come, Marci, it's time to discuss business with Alejandro."
    My heart skipped a beat. After a brief moment, my mind slowly started to work. I glanced at a clock. It was eleven at night. Who did business at eleven at night? Then, my mind turned to Alejandro.
    I didn't want to be unfaithful. I mean, fantasizing about other people is okay even if I'm in a relationship, right? It's like, healthy and stuff. Maybe not to the point I'm doing it, fawning over him like he was a teen idol.
    I followed Tyson through the smoke-filled casino. There are other things to do in Vegas besides gambling, but when anyone thinks of Vegas, they think gambling. I heard the chatter of dealers, people making bets with money they had set aside for this. Money that perhaps they shouldn't have been gambling with. Tyson wasn't here for any of that, and cut straight to his ultimate destination.
    At the top of the building, in a darkened room, were a pair of large, buff men. They stood in front of a door with their arms crossed, wearing sunglasses and suits. They scowled, looking intimidating as if were their job. Probably because it was. Tyson nodded, and was let through.
    Through the exclusive door, it was dark, light in the distance. Surrounding a table and a dealer were several people awaiting us. Each of them were dressed much like Tyson. It didn't take me long to figure they were all loaded as much as he was.
    They also all had their own arm candy, much like the ball last week. Beautiful women, or in one case, a woman with some sort of Chippendale-dancer- looking guy at her side.
    "Ah. Took you long enough to show your face, Tyson." The voice was familiar and exotic, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I grabbed my lover's arm tightly, looking for an outlet to channel the excitement I felt.
    Alejandro Araullo sat in a chair, a glass in one hand. His hair was dark and shaggy. His skin lightly tanned. His body leaner than Tyson's. So delectable, he was a very different flavor of sexiness than I was used to.
    I wanted him. I couldn't hide it – I was pretty sure Tyson knew it, too. He was a sharp man and had to realize I was only a teenager with the hormones to match.
    Just another reason why I was so sure our romance was doomed.
    "Come and sit down. We're starting the game at one hundred," Alejandro said.
    "One hundred dollars doesn't sound so bad," I said , loud enough that only Tyson could hear me.
    "It's a hundred thousand, Marci," he said.
    "Oh."
    I watched the game in amazement. Cards were dealt, hands played, and chips tossed around. It was poker. A game I only understood in the loosest of terms.
    The games were high stakes, to say the least. Half million dollar hands. People lost millions of dollars. They weren't even phased at the event.
    The other billionaires began to surrender. From six it dwindled down to three. Conversation flew between those who remained in the game. "You're playing very well, Tyson," Alejandro said, peering over his hand.
    "In my younger days, I was quite the enthusiast," Tyson replied. "I found this game excellent for practicing keeping a stone face - an invaluable skill for the world of business. Never let the other man know what you're thinking, no matter whether it's a business deal or a card hand."
    "Ah, wisdom there, my friend," Alejandro always had a girl at his side. Today's woman was different from the pair I had seen with him last week. Caramel skin and jet black hair, she belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine and she made me feel so out of place. "I see you have brought your Marci again," Alejandro added, as his eyes turned to me.
    I blushed, sweat forming on my brow.
    "Yes. She is dear to me. What of it?" Tyson said.
    "Are you thinking of remarriage so soon, Ty? Aren't we quick to replace what was lost to us?"
    Tyson wasn't lying when he said he worked on,