Read Flip of a coin :: Fated Gamble

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“…Errrrrug...Who the fuck is that?” rudely awakened from my slumber after winning yet another cool mil last night, I mustered up the energy to sit up from my double king-sized bed and crawled over the trio of passed-out drunk and naked women I had shown a good time last night, having to knock one out of them away and sent her rolling off the bed so that I could reach my phone.

“1PM? Don’t they know people are trying to sleep!?” Quickly, I switched to my security camera app, ready to tell whoever it was at my front gate to screw off so I could get back to sleep and prepare myself for round five with these lovely ladies.

That was until I saw who it was on the screen. The sight of this woman kicked me right out of my groggy state. “L-Lora?” my ex-wife… I have not seen or spoken to her since she took me to court to try and force me to pay child support.

That was what...Three, maybe four years ago now? I don’t freaking remember; all I know is that this cunt had the gall to try and steal my hard-earned money, and now here she is at my doorstep after all this time, most likely to try and swindle me again.

I should tell her to piss right off....Yet my curiosity got the best of me, and I had to know why she bothered to show her face again after all these years. “...What do you want?” I held down the mic icon to communicate with her through the speaker by the gate.

“O-Oh Jake?” It took her a while to figure out where the voice was coming from, but eventually she found the speaker and leaned into it. “Could you please let me in so I can talk to you face-to-face?...It’s about our son.”

Our Son? Don’t even remember the kid’s name; why would she expect me to care about that snot-nosed brat? I bet she is just trying to use him to try and steal my money again! What a disgusting woman I’m ashamed to have once called my wife!

This really was going to be a waste of my time, but still, my curiosity was too great and I had to know the underhanded tricks she was going to pull. “...Alright, come in and we’ll talk.”

Pressing the gate icon on this app, it slowly opens just enough for my hag of an ex-wife to enter, making sure to push the button again to close it before shutting down the app and tossing my phone somewhere on the bed.

I was annoyed that I had to get up so early to deal with this bullshit and just wanted to kick back with some Netflix, a nice bottle of champagne, and a few lines of coke.

With a groan, I crawled myself out of bed, knocking another passed-out girl off the bed, and found my pair of undies that I tossed off last night and lazily placed them on before heading to my walk-in wardrobe and taking out my favourite robe to toss on, not bothering to tie it up so that I could give my little friend downstairs some breathing room.

With a sigh, I open up my gold and diamond-encrusted mini bar fridge and take out an unopened bottle of champagne, quickly popping off the cog and sent it flying God-knows-where into the room, taking a big swig of it to help me get through this encounter.

I make my journey across my glorious seaside mansion that a common pleb could only dream of obtaining, arriving at the front door where the source of my headaches had waited.

With another swig from my bubbly friend, I take a deep breath and open the door. “...Hello Lora.” Taking yet another sip from my bottle, I look over at the woman I was once dumb enough to marry, picking up that she hadn’t changed much over the years.

She still wore the same crappy jeans and jacket you can find in the clothing bins at the cheap shops. I know she’s still below middle class, but can’t this bitch even try to wear something that doesn’t look like it came from the dump? “H-Hello Jake…” the woman had the gall to look at me with a judgemental glare, acting as if we both hadn’t already seen each other's sweaty naked ass bodies. “I see you’ve been doing well for yourself...” She acts all high and mighty with her condescending tone and crossed arms as she looks around my house.

I am so glad to have dumped this cunt. “Let’s just cut the small talk and get to the reason why you're here already. I’ve got more important matters to attend to,” like my ass having a private meeting with my couch.

"Yeah, of course you do...Even over your son’s well-being.” See, she never got over her bad habit of mumbling shit under her breath. I decided to let it go this time since it really wasn’t worth my time or energy to argue over it. “Then I’ll just cut to the chase...Our son is in the hospital and needs an urgent kidney replacement; otherwise, he is going to...Pass away…” Her voice grew low as she looked to her feet.

So little, what’s his face is not doing so hot, huh? “Yeah...That is awful and all, but you don’t expect me to give up one of my own kidneys for him, do you?” I start scratching my balls since they have a real bad itch right now.

Quickly, Lora snapped her attention back to me, and an all-too-familiar burning hatred lied behind those eyes that I’ve grown all too numb to. “Thankfully for all of us, we have already found a compatible donor, so you don’t need to worry about making any sort of sacrifice for your own son. I wouldn’t even trust them after God knows what you’ve pumped into your body by now.”

It’s painfully obvious where this conversation is heading, yet this dumb-ass bimbo still has the nerve to insult me under her breath. This cunt hasn’t changed a bit. “Alright, if it’s not my kidney you want, then how much do you want?” I looked over my finally groomed nails, having no intention of forking over a single cent but wanting to give that bit of hope before crushing it as punishment for wasting my precious time with this nonsense.

All of a sudden, when money is on the line, she eases up on her nasty glare and switches to a pleading frown. “We managed to scrounge up ten thousand for his operation...But we still need fifty more, so I’m begging you! Please look into your heart and loan us the money!” She cups her hand as if in prayer and bows to me. “I swear, I’ll do all in my power to pay you back! Please just...Don’t let our son die…” Her voice began to quiver, with tears pouring down her cheeks.

Seeing her in such a miserable state...Was just utterly pathetic. “Hmmm...That is a fair bit of money for me to part with, though? Why come to me when you could have easily taken out a loan from a bank to pay off the rest?”

“Y-You don’t think I didn’t try that first!?” There she goes, turning right back into an aggressive, nagging bitch again. “Of course they denied me a loan, and you should know damn well why they would!”

I wondered what the hell she was on about for a second there, only for it all to come back to me. “Oh yeah, that’s right! During the trial that you filed for, it was decided that it was your responsibility to pay off all the debts we had accumulated during our time together.” The look on her face once the decision was handed down was absolutely priceless and gave me a good, hearty laugh at the time.

“Y-You piece of shit! You know damn well those debts all came from you because you couldn’t control yourself and wasted it all on junk!” It was not my fault; I deserved to treat myself after busting my ass at that dead-end job! “I swear you paid off that judge because there is no way in hell anyone could review that case and be on your side!”

“Here we go again, trying to blame your loss on the trial being 'rigged'; it’s been years already. Just because you lost doesn’t mean there were shenanigans, so get over yourself already!” Now it was my turn to call her out for throwing baseless claims at me, baseless in the sense she can’t prove a damn thing since, of course I paid the judge off; no way in hell was I going to leave it up to chance when my hard-earned money was on the line. “Speaking of which, how can I possibly expect to see my money again when you can’t even pay off the debt you currently owe?"

“A-Are you serious…” I got a great deal of amusement seeing my ex’s eyes grow in utter shock, one of the very few times I had left her speechless.

With a proud smile, I take another swig of my drink and was about to shoo this bitch away since this conversation has started to bore me, but then a brilliant idea popped into my head, one inspired by a pretty annoying visitor that likes to pop up in my life from time to time.

“Say...How about we play a little game of chance to see whether I loan you the cash or not?”

“H-Huh? A game of-What the hell are you talking about?”

With a smile, I reach into my pocket and pull out a simple coin, one I use to scrape off any stains I see in the house, showing her both sides to let her know I wouldn’t be cheating.

“Quite simple. I flip this coin, and depending on where it lands, it will be the deciding factor in whether I give you the money or if you leave here with nothing. You got all that, or is that too much for you to understand?”

Predictably, she looked at me in utter disgust, treating me like some sort of monster despite giving her this generous chance to win the money for her kid. “Y-You’re seriously going to leave our own son’s life up to chance!? You're a psycho!”

I start flipping the coin up and down just like my favourite stalker likes to do, quite tired of my hag of an ex-wife throwing such harsh insults at me. “You want a chance to win the money or not?” My patience was starting to wane, and I was about ready to kick her out and leave her with nothing if she kept this nasty attitude up.

Looks like she was smart enough to realise the generous situation I had given her, easing up on her rotten attitude, though she's still giving me quite a nasty look, which I’m willing to let slide. “Fine...Just flip the damn coin already.”

I grinned from ear to ear, exactly what I hoped to hear, and I let the coin rest on my thumb and readied myself to flick it. “Very well then, let’s see what Lady Fate has in store for the boy." I can see why that Dealer guy loves playing this game with people; it was immensely satisfying to hold the fate of another in the palm of your hands knowing they can’t do a damn thing about it, which made me wonder if I can set this up as a lucrative side gig.

I can think about that later; right now it was time to dish out my own fate on this bitch, though it was clear how this was going to play out.

Heads: I will not just loan the money, but give it to you outright without having to pay back a single cent.

Tails: You get nothing, and you leave my place and never bother me again!

With the conditions clearly set and no protests from Lora, I flip the coin high into the air, watching it spin before landing back onto my palm and flipping it over onto my wrist. “So what did fate decide?” I lingered on this for a good while and slowly began lifting my hand.

Soaking in every moment of her fear and anxiety before finally lifting my palm to reveal-

Tails

“...Ooooo bad luck, it seems,” I say, holding out the coin so she can see the result for herself. "Fried, you're going to be walking away empty-handed today.”

“W-What! Th-Y-You can’t leave our son to die all because of a stupid coin flip!”

“Don’t be a sore loser again, Lora.” I roll my eyes as I place the coin back in my pocket, finding it both pathetic and hilarious how she just can’t take her losses like an adult. “We both agreed to play, and I won fair and square, so get your saggy ass off my property before I call the cops to take you away.”

“B-But…” she frantically combed her hand through her long, bushy hair, looking around erratically as if on the verge of having a mental breakdown. “H-How else will I pay for our son’s surgery?”

“I don’t know...Maybe whore yourself out to a bunch of strangers? Heard you can make a killing on that even if the merchandise is a little past due.”

That was when she set her sights back on me, breaths heavy, her teeth clenched down hard, and her eyes opened wide with deep seething hatred sparking behind them. “You bas-

“Goodbye Lora! Say hello to the kid for me.”

With that, I quickly pushed her out and slammed the door on this aggravating part of my past. I had my fun messing with her for everything she had put me through, but I had my fill and was no longer in the mood to deal with this annoying bitch.

Of course the cunt couldn’t just leave in peace; I could hear her scream profanities at me at the other end of the door. Once she was tired of doing that, I watched from the window as she stormed over to one of my many potted plants, picking it up and tossing it at me, smashing the pot to bits against the window before finally storming off.

If I was in a better mood and if this was anyone other than my skank of an ex-wife, then I may have let that bit of vandalism slide, but she interrupted my well-needed beauty sleep and threw a wrench into my whole day off. I think it’s only fair that I report her sorry ass to the cops for destroying my property.

Taking another swig from my champagne, I make my way back to my room to find my phone and enact some justice...Only to get yet another uninvited guest.

“Couldn’t spare fifty thousand to save that kid of yours, huh? Fair enough, though; after all, you only have a measly three billion dollars in the bank. Sure, it would have been a serious financial blow to give your Ex that money.”

My shoulders quickly sank, leaning my head back and letting out an exhausted groan after hearing his voice. “For fuck sake, Dealer… Normally I’m down for our little game, but today, can you just-

Piss off