The hand that I was dealt. Chapter one My name is Bill Hamilton Junior and I am twenty-two years old. The year was 2003 and I was finishing up my last year at Boston University. My major was Business Administration and learned all I could on marketing and promotion. The ceremonial was just in a few days and my father couldn’t even. It was alright because I was determined to make it on own. Egg Harbor City was small town out of New Jersey and I was born and raised there. My father built a huge house and started a family there back in the eighties. The small city had a population about thirty thousand people and it was just thirty minutes away from America’s Favorite Playground. Atlantic City will be a perfect move for me, being that I had a degree in business and was an expert in marketing. Atlantic City was mostly famous for one thing, the casinos. I already figure out the best way to advertise and promote a casinos. “Tell the gamblers that they had a high chance of winning a large amount of money.” It works every time! So it wouldn’t be hard for me to snag a career in my field and get rich while doing so. Something real important had recently come up and my father was forced to miss the ceremony. His only son graduated and he couldn’t even attend. My father had many connections with some big executives in the casino industry. My father owned his own construction business and it opened up many doors that are closed to an average person. My father really wanted me work with him to promote his business, but I decided it was a bigger fish in the sea I was after, the billion dollar industry. My old man was a very understanding man and he respected my wishes. Matter of fact, he would even help me get a job in one. His company was doing real well for itself. I figure he did plenty by putting me through college. Mark my college roommate nicknamed me “The Gambler,” because I taken chances that other wouldn’t consider taking. I figure if you don’t take chances, when a opportunity present itself, then how would you know how far you could have gone in life. I was succeeding in life at a rapid speed and I needed to make some serious choices in life. I will take a gamble every now and then and so far it’s paid off. Mark and I did plenty to make it through these hard college years. For the past three years Mark and I had become real close like brothers. He was the reason why I established a healthy bankroll and if a roommate could help me do that, becoming close with him didn’t take me long. Mark and the rest of the juniors were finishing up on their final exams. He and a few buddies of ours were coming over for a last traditional poker game. Even though Mark was only a junior he was very mature for his age. He was born in Los Angles, California. For some reason he said East Coast had more to offer him, so he decided to go to school at Boston University. Mark didn’t get along with his old man and wanted to go to school as far away as possible. Even if it he had to travel on the other side of the country. I kept Mark around for a couple of reasons but the main reason were because the boy was a pure genius. He was the reason I made the Dean’s List for three years straight. The kid had all types of ways of acing an exam. I remember sometime last year, a classroom with about seventy-five students, Mark actually went inside the lab room and took my Physics exam for me, without the professor ever finding out. Some of the stuff he pulled off was just unbelievable. Mark was also the reason I kept money in my pocket on a regular basis; he was the master at the game we call Poker and he taught me everything I knew about it. He taught me when to bluff, when to fold and most importantly when to bet. Every Saturday night there was secret poker game on campus. Certain students knew exactly where the game would be held. We changed the location every week, we did this so the Dean and his staff could not track us down, since gambling for money was illegal on campus. The pot got as high as five hundred dollars a game. My hustled, winning that poker’s pot every week. We had some great times at this college and it was finally coming to an end. The females in this school were some of the prettiest girls in the country. It was nearly impossible to just date one. I don’t know how I managed to choose one, but I did! My dating problems came to end when I seen the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen in my life. Her name was Gloria Williams and she was also a junior. She was from up state New York, Yonkers. Gloria was mixed; her father was a Black stockbroker who was very successful in the stock market trade and mother was this attractive white lady with the most prettiest legs. I still can’t believe that she was Gloria’s mother. Gloria had one of her mother picture hanging on her wall. They looked liked they could be sister than mother and daughter. Gloria had this honeycomb complexion with some green hazel eyes. She had these small perky breasts with a Jennifer Lopez’s ass. Her body was shaped like, how could I say?, one of those old Coca Cola bottles. She has a body that men only see in their dreams. She was fine as hell! I wanted her in my life as soon as I laid eyes on her. She was going to be mines, after running game to her for a whole semester, she finally agreed to go out with me. She was the sweetest and most innocent person I had ever met. I promised her that day I would marry her. My cell phone rang and Gloria picture appears in my cell phone. That’s when I answer it. “Hello.” “It’s me baby, I just finished my last exam and I’ll be over there with in five minutes.” It was her, telling me she was on her way to my room. She wanted me to do want I do best and that was to please her every need. She wanted it one more time before I headed home. What can I said she was addicted to it. The only thing was Mark was also finishing up his exams as well and should be here shortly. I figured I had about twenty minutes before Mark and the rest of guys got here. Gloria would be here in five minutes, that give me about fifteen minutes. I jump in the shower, than I will take care of Gloria needs, and be able set up the poker game for the fellows. That’s when it was a silent knock at the door. “Knock!” “Knock!” The room was steaming hot from the shower running. I wanted to freshen up for her before she got here. It would save me the time of getting dressed and than getting undressed again, we could get right to it. I got out of the shower and answered the door. “Who is it?” I asked with one of my sexy man’s voice, praying it wasn’t Mark. I opened the door and my prayers were answer, Gloria was standing there looking so sexy, I immediately got aroused. The towel that was wrapped around my half naked body grew about an extra nine inches. She took one glance at the large bulge and grinned. “You must be happy to see me.” Gloria said staring directly at my crotch the whole time. “Come on in girl before I catch a cold. So how did you do on those exams?” I asked her. She shrugged her shoulders like that was last thing on her mind. That’s when I knew actually what she wanted. “Well we do have about fifteen minutes until Mark gets here and…” And before I could say another word, she dropped her skirt and she was standing there in a G’ string thong and those perky tiny titties that I love so much. I grabbed her and threw her on the bed. She then turned herself around, slamming her face in the pillows and putting her rounded ass up in the air. That’s when I pushed the G’ string to the side and put the whole nine inches in her. She moaned as my huge dick pounded her from behind. She loved every moment of it; she was a bigger freak than me in bed. I couldn’t believe it. I was about to graduate and I had Gloria for a girlfriend. Life couldn’t get any better. Chapter two This was my final day at Boston University. The four years that I spent here would be the best years in my life. I was going to miss all my friends, the professors, and my room. Gloria was coming down to Atlantic City for her birthday. I made some calls back home to my good buddy Sam to get me reservation at the best place in Atlantic City. My dad already had an interview set up like he promised me at Trump Plaza. One of the guys whose house my dad was remodeling had an opening in the marketing department. This was one of those doors opening up for me because of my dad’s success. Even though I wanted to make it on my own, a little help wouldn’t hurt. I arrived home about 8:25 that night. My pop was happy to see me, since he couldn’t make it to my graduation. He surprised me with a graduation present before I could even ask him, what was so important that made him missed his only son’s graduation? It was a platinum Cartier watch with cluster diamonds going around the entire bezel. That made me forget about him not showing up real fast. Being that my dad does own a business, he was always busy. Even when I was young it was always, I’m too busy right now, but maybe some other time son. So I got used to it. Lisa Hamilton, my mother died when I was eleven. She died from a drug overdose. I never really knew why my mom resorted to drugs. She had a good man for a husband that loved her dearly. My dad tried to help her drug addiction but the Heroin just tried harder. He visited my mother’s grave on her birthdays and on their wedding anniversaries. If you knew us, it's always seen that she was never in the picture. It was just Bill and his son. Even when my mother was alive, she was never home. No Lisa, everybody around the neighborhood knew that my mother was on drugs, but my dad still loved her. After my mother died, he was forced to work really hard to keep our house and managed to put me through college. So I didn’t blame him for always being too busy, shit! He managed to put me through college. That’s when my dad said. “Junior I got something real important to show you.” My pop always has surprises for me. I wondered what was it this time? My watch was marvelous and I was very appreciative; I thought staring down on the sparking diamonds that’s the watch was letting off. I know he felt bad about missing my graduation. Maybe he thought he had to give me things to say he sorry. Well you know a brother just got finished graduating from Boston University, maybe another gift wouldn’t kill me. I just knew he wasn’t putting me to work already. “DAMNNN!” that’s when I seen her. A light-skinned lady with nothing but a towel on. The towel covered her huge breasts down to her apple shape waste. She struck a match to light up a Camel cigarette. That’s when I thought this surprise was better than the platinum Cartier watch after all! I later found out she wasn’t a surprise. I was just praying that my old man didn’t pay for some booty and that’s when my dad introduced us. “I want you meet Shanta”. She was an incredible woman I had to admit. She was sexy, beautiful, but she was way too young for my dad though. Her hair was slicked back into a pony’s tail and it was soaking wet. I guess from having hot sex with my dad all day. I could smell the sex in the air anyway, as I took another sniff making them notice that I knew something freaky went down in here. My pop was running around the house with nothing but his boxers and socks on. They had some soft Luther Van Dross music coming from the bedroom. Now I think about it, I even seen him doing push up when I first walked in. The only solution that I could come up with, is that something real nasty went down in here. Shanta seemed exhausted because she spoke very soft and out of breath. “Hi your father told me so much about you. Congratulation! I heard you just graduated, I sorry we couldn’t make it.” My intention towards her changed that quickly. Assuming that she was the whole reason for my dad missing my graduation. My old man must have seen the change in my facial expression when Shanta said that because he tried to change the subject. “So what are your plans for preparing for the interview for next week? You know son, John is the vice president and that guy owed me a huge favor. Don’t make me regret this!” My dad meant well but I didn’t know this woman for two minutes and he was already talking about our family business in front of her. He must really like her. That’s when I decided to flip it back on them. “So how long have you two been dating?” I knew he hated me being in his personal affairs. He thought I would of felt some type of way for him dating other women, when actually I could care less. I got over him dating other women when my mom died ten years ago. I knew he had a life as well. After what my mother put him through, he needed somebody special in his life. That's when he told her he’d be in the room in a minute. He wanted to have a word with me. “It’s been nice meeting you little Bill.” Shanta said while going back in my dad’s room. I hated it when people call me little Bill! It’s bad enough I looked like him and I had the same name as him but to call me little Bill was just insulting. It was cool when I was little but now I stand at least five inches over the man head. My body was way more built than his. Don’t get me wrong, my father was fit, he was going on fifty-one and it seen like my dad was still in his prime. I bet you Shanta was in her twenties or thirties though. That’s when he asked me could I believe that she only twenty-nine. “So what up pop?” I asked him like I was really concerned. But after finding out that Shanta was the reason for my pop missing my college graduation, I could care less what he had to say. That’s when my dad whispered to me. “I know she kind of young, but she might be the one.” my dad reacted like she was Neon from off the Matrix’s. My dad had this serious look on his face when he talked about Shanta. I haven’t seen this face on him since the old days. He had this huge smile on his face like he just won the lottery are something. I couldn’t blemish his moment so I said. “If she makes you happy, I’m all for it dad.” Chapter three Today was my interview and I looked like a million dollar lawyer. I had on my dad business suit with a briefcase and a well type resume. I was ready for the real world and what it had to offer me. I arrived a little early because the first impression is the best impression my dad always said. When I got to the receptionist’s desk I could see a long line forming. These people were well dressed and groomed their selves. I wondered if we were all going for the same position. I can’t be discouraged now, I had a suit and a business degree, and beside my pop knew the vice president. I knew that’s how I got the interview in the first place. I walked over to the receptionist’s desk and asked the young lady where could I find Tim Allen office? That’s when the young lady responded back to me. “Oh hi you must be Bill Hamilton. Tim is expecting you.” And just like that I was in front of that long line that was forming out the employment office. The receptionist directed me to where Tim Allen’s office was and told me good luck. Tim Allen was the director of the marketing department. His office was huge! He had an office I had always dream about having. It was decorate with all types of autographed jerseys. He was actually standing in a picture with Allen Iverson. You can tell this guy was a huge AI’s fan. Most of the jerseys on the wall were Allen Iverson or somebody from the Sixers. He must of notice me admiring his office because he asked me. “Do you like what I did with the place? Come on in and have a seat, John told me that you just graduated from Boston University. He also said he owed your father a huge favor.” Tim spoke like we had known each other for years. My dad told me he did some work for John in the past and if he knew somebody that needed a job in the casino business to give him a call. I guessed I had to get hire by Tim Allen before I could even speak to John. That’s when Tim asked me. “So what can you tell me about marketing?” at first I wanted to answer him plain and simple. “Marketing is advertising your business. Putting it out there to bring in the public.” then I just responded with something I remember back in school. “Well Sir, I do have a business degree and marketing is the foundation of business. Without marketing your product you can’t sell your business.” It’s must was the right answer because he was pulling out some papers. John responded by saying your hire. He told me that I had to go apply for a key license and the casino would pay for everything. One week out of college and I had already landed a job in my line of work. I was well on my way for success. I went to the commission office and apply for my license. My first day at work would be Monday morning. Later that evening Gloria was coming down for her twenty- first birthday. She wanted to spend the entire day with me. I have reservation for the most elegant place in Atlantic City, The Borgatá Hotel! I got a loan from my dad; he knew I was good for it being that I had a job now. I went down to Atlantic city bus terminal. I bought her a special gift for her birthday, it was an engagement ring. I was going to ask Gloria to marry me. I been saving for the ring for six months and it was well worth it. Beside I didn’t want some smooth talking freshmen to take her away from me, not to say that going to happen. I will be down Atlantic City working and she will be in Boston finishing up her senior year. I needed some security if we are going to be away from each other for awhile. My dad let me borrow his brand new Escalade truck for the day. He was real happy when I told him I was going to ask Gloria to marry me. I shown him some pictures of us together and he said I sure do know how to pick them. When I got to the bus station she was already waiting for me. For some type of reasons she turning twenty-one just made her looked more attractive to me. The reservation wasn’t until 8:00 so we took a cruise into city. We drove down Pacific Avenue where all the hookers and pimps hang out. That was a mistake because Gloria started getting ideas. “Bill I know you be trying to holla at these girls, it’s all right if you do, knowing you down here and I am up there. I thought to myself this was a trap to see what I was going to say. I didn’t have the money or time to holla at these high price hoes. They didn’t had shit on Gloria in the first place. I came up with some bullshit answer that she wanted to hear. “No baby, they don’t have nothing on you. I love you and only you. These girls are out here because they’re looking for a come up. They made some mistakes in life and they are paying for it now.” I knew that was a close one and it was the only thing I could come up with at the time. We arrived at the Borgatá Hotel about seven forty five. I pulled into the valet parking to check the truck in. Sam Nelson got me a sweet on the thirty-fourth floor. Sam said it was an early wedding present for me. I went all out, she was worth it. I was ready to spend a lot of money for this special occasion and I was going to truly enjoy myself. I wanted to ask her to marry me when we got to our suite. After we ate dinner Gloria wanted to have some fun in the casino, considering she had just turned twenty-one. I thought why not? I had about four hundreds dollars left over, I figured we could played the video poker games. That’s when she said. “Bill lets go play the slots!” I guess we can start off at the slots and find are way down to one of those video poker games. We headed over to dollar slots and gave it a tried. At first we weren’t hitting shit! Then our luck changed when Gloria hit three red sevens and the bell started ringing. We had won a thousand dollars, I tried to convince her let called it a night, I figured we were up about six or seven hundred dollars. We can finish this evening as winners and have a wonderful night as well. “Baby we are winning and we should go to the suite now, I got something real important to ask you.” She agreed and we headed to the thirty- fourth floor. I ordered some champagne and flowers to make it a little bit easier on me. We was the only one elevator and Gloria grabbed me towards her and wispier that she love me. I could tell she was a little tipsy from the white wine we been sipping on all night. We walked in the suite and it was dazzling! It had an amazing view looking over the entire city. We sipped on some champagne and I grabbed by her hand and said. “Baby we’ve been dating for awhile now and I wanted to bring our relationship to that next level. So would you marry me?” when she saw the two and a half karat diamond ring, she starting crying. Gloria quickly responded. “Yes”, “Yes I’d marry you!” that was the first time the sex turned into making love. We made love for rest of that night.