My mouth hung open looking at a few well built tall men entering with smug smiles on their faces, their gaze fixed at us.
"Ruth..." I gasped, not being able to take my eyes off them. In shock. Not in wonder. "What the f*ck?"
"Come on, Dais. Revenge," Ruth grinned, making me gulp, and my eyes turned to Noelle instead. I and Ruth were close too, but not as close as I and Noelle were. Noelle knew me in and out, and Noelle knew what I always thought about bachelor/bachelorette parties with strippers and prostitut*on. Cheating was cheating.
And she still gave Ruth the green signal to call for strippers?
I sighed before turning to Noelle to glare at her. She immediately raised her shoulders defensively. "They knew their limits, I promise."
"You don't know your limits," I hissed at her in r
