“Are you nervous?” Ryder asked me when we were in the bar. It’s my stag party which I don’t think is actually important right now.
My wedding is in three days and this is what I am doing, instead of being with my fiancée.
“Come on, man! It’s not like you’re going to be seen by Dion. She’s not going to get mad at you. She was the one who pushed for this party to happen,” Ryder told me, trying to encourage me to finally break my walls and start choosing between the girls who are in front of us right now.
I snapped my head at him and glared. I don’t even want to look at all these women in front of me. I am certain that I won’t get tempted by any of them because none of them looked attractive to me. Sure, they are pretty and sexy but they are not Dionessa and I don’t like to be with some
