Authors note: This is the sequence of chapter one, but also can be read as a separate story. Although I think you should read it for background.
Feel free to comment in a constructive way.
I'm always open to suggestions, and appreciate the feedback.
Hope you enjoy it.
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Part one
The joke is on you
The penthouse stood only three stories high, above the pool, like what you would expect in a small town hotel and casino, so the nose dive, only lasted a few seconds, but before hitting the body of water, he still had the reflex of bringing the hands to cover his face, but otherwise the whole body hit flat on the surface, making a huge splash.
As he hit the water, he fell unconscious, and just laid there in the middle of the blue rectangle, for a couple of seconds, until he opened his eyes and realized he was lying on the floor of his bedroom soaking wet on his sweat and water from a glass which was now shattered around over him.
He was still trying to make sense of it all, when his mother burst into the room.
"What happened here!? Are you ok?" her mouth remained open, as she looked down to the site where her boy lays in his boxers, covered in a mix of water and glass.
"Umm...mom...what...what...what..." he was still a bit groggy and rubbing his eyes.
"That's what I want to know? Look at you! What in heavens sake happened?" she frowned.
"It seems I had a nightmare...a terrible nightmare...which...is fortunately over." he sighed with relief.
"Well ok, then let me get a mop to clean up that mess, and be careful with the glass." and she went to the kitchen.
"Sure mom." he picked up a sock and gently brushed the tiny pieces of glass off his body.
After that he lifted back onto the bed, and just sit there gathering his thoughts.
His mother came back with a broom, a mop and a bucket. She wondered what kind of nightmare had caused that.
"What were you dreaming about?" she was now on her knees picking glass with plastic gloves.
"Well it was a nightmare, I'm glad it's over, and I don't want to think about again, OK!" and let out another sigh.
"Ok then, it's almost lunch time, are you coming down or do you have other plans?" she was now mopping up.
"You can count me in for lunch, I don't have any plans for now." he stretched back on the bed, realizing it was drenched in sweat.
"By the way mom, the bed also needs a change." he grinned.
"You can help me with that after lunch, but the sheets can go to the washing machine. Bring them when you come down." she looked around to see if she missed any pieces of glass.
"Ok mom, I'll be down in a jiffy" he start to pull the sheets onto a pile.
"Put your slippers on, this room isn't safe until I vacuum." she squeezed the mop, and left.
After a quick shower, he changed and went down to lunch.
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He looked at his phone to see the date, it was April 1st, which meant that the nightmare was just is mind playing a April fools' trick on him, and that was it.
He grinned at that thought, and supposed the bet was also a figment of his imagination. So after lunch he went straight to his jacket pocket and took the little black book.
He hoped for a blank page, but instead he found a set of rules in the casino owner's handwriting.
RULES
1st- You can only bring one girl per day,
2nd- You can't play with her money, only her,
3rd- You can only play one game per day, (ex: Poker, Blackjack, Roulette, Slots, Dice),
4th- You must fuck them all in our private penthouse and we'll tape it, just to make sure, and finally,
5th- You have to follow the order of the alphabet, and bring only one for each letter, and it ends only when our cashier receives the 1000$ chip they won.
This was for real, so he frowned and decided to get to work and started to call girls to set the dates. Of course the first he called was April, since he wanted to find out how she would react to him.
So he dialed and waited, the phone gave a couple of beeps and then voice mail answered, he left a message and continued to booty call.
After he set up a couple of dates in alphabetical order, the phone rang.
"Hi April, how'd you been!" he was trying to sound natural, disguising his nervousness, but instead of a warm welcome she immediately started shouting at him so hard, he had to move the phone away from his ear.
"Ok then, I'll cut trough the chase, I want to make it up to you." at that the shouting stopped.
"Look I want to take you out on a date and right the wrong, can I have a second chance?" the silence was only disturbed when she started to cry.
"I'm sorry, I know I was an asshole, but I want to make amends." after a deep breath she said ok in a very timid voice.
"Today, are you free" he knew it was spring break so he was expecting a positive answer. He heard her mumble.
"I know it's a little short notice, but I don't want to wait any more time to do something I should have done along time ago." he was now more confident and that showed, his listener was going along.
"I'll make it a date you'll never forget, including a penthouse and massage, so what do you say, do you wanna be my date?" again the silence filled the air, until she dropped a bomb. "I'm pregnant, you bastard! Do you even love me?" he froze.
Suddenly he was in the eye of the storm, but not for long.
As she insisted. "Do you love me or not?"
His brain was a vacant place, nothing roamed that wilderness. Until his mind played another trick on him. Like a rider of the apocalypse a phrase stormed in and charged out of his mouth.
"I do! Do you want to marry me?" he couldn't believe he just said that and stood there mouth wide open in awe.
She was now sobbing, but mumbled a soft and loving, "I do! I love you too!"
"It's a date then, I'll pick you up at seven. Dear fiancee!" and he dropped the phone and fell in the bed like as if he had been shot in the head.
The young man was mesmerized with what just had happened. His mind was playing tricks on him. So he went in the bathroom and decided to cool things off.
He put his head in the shower, opened the cold water and let it run, until he started to shiver, turned off the water and just sat on the edge of the tub, holding his head.
He went to get his stash of pot, to trip out and forget what just had happened.