Ramsey's Story: A Fictional Narrative

Today, when she’d been shopping, she’d noticed others around her going about their day. Most of them walked with their eyes down, mouths set in a hard line. Those that did look up didn’t meet her eye and appeared to have a forced smile on their lips. Do I look like that? She pondered the thought for a moment, glancing at her reflection in the windowpane. She took a sip of water and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. When the hell did things get so boring for me?
She felt the slight breeze from the door sliding open and turned to meet Ramsey as a smile slid onto her lips. She stood to greet him, and he kissed both her cheeks before striding to the small stocked bar.
Raising a brow, he smirked. “Not drinking today, sweetheart?” He dropped

Ramsey, you didn’t agree to let me do anything. I make my own choices.” She could hear the anger in her own voice. She couldn’t believe Ramsey had the audacity to think he let her do this.
Was she scared? She was more worried about what he would do if he figured out that the emerald in his possession was a fake and put two and two together.
“Maybe there is a reason why no one wanted it, Princess.” He sat back. “I’ll help you if you still want to go through with it. But be careful. I’m learning he is one sick son of a bitch.”
Drew sat back and laughed. She was nervous but didn’t want to let him see it. She stood and walked to the bar to fix herself a drink—this time, something a bit stronger. She took a sip and turned to face him. “Okay, what day did you set up the poker game?”
“Tuesday night at eight. I think we can easily keep him here for a few hours. I’ve asked Rex and Colt to make sure his drinks are strong and to keep them coming. Word has it, when he has a buzz, he thinks he’s unbeatable.” His eyes gleamed as he chuckled with that rich baritone sound Drew found so soothing.
“What’s so funny?” She leaned toward him, looking into his

You really need to share your secret with me. Some of these ladies I have to romance…” He shook his head. “It’s all I can do to keep up the pretense.” A wicked look flashed in his eyes. “It would be much easier for me if I had a special concoction to give them.”
She felt the corners of her mouth turn up. “One day, I’ll share with you. When I feel you need it.” She giggled. “From what I hear, you do just fine in that department.” She loved watching him blush.
“Oh, I do. It’s just a lot of needless work, and it’s rather tiring to have to constantly be on game every time just to get the jewels. Sex just to have it was never my forte.”
Now, it was her turn to blush. “Thanks for setting everything up. You know what to do if anything changes.” She set her glass down and hugged him when he stood to do the same. “Thanks again.”
Guilt over what he said spread over her. She understood. That was the part she hated and when she found her little magic potion, it had made things so much easier. She would share with him. Ramsey was one of the good ones, and she hadn’t realized before that it bothered him to just have sex. Maybe there was hope that all men weren’t callous jerks after all.
“We’ll talk soon.” Drew walked to her table while Ramsey waited a moment before heading to the