Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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"Just a couple more hours." Wilder held my hands and let his magical blue twinkly eyes do the trick. "Please."
Goddamnit. I couldn't say no to that face. So, I reluctantly agreed to Wilder's plan. Mainly because I felt sorry for him after the way he begged me.
"You need a new girlfriend, and..." He grinned. "I'm planning to get laid tonight."
And just like that, the magic disappeared.
"Ugh." I shuddered and pulled my hands away. "Why do you have to be so vocal about it?"
"Because that's what this party is all about." And that's why you were so excited about it, you horny bastard. "We get to meet new people, hang out, and potentially find our soulmates." Here we go again with the whole soulmates thing. "And how else are we going to make sure they're our soulmates if we didn't have sex first?"
Wilder really believed that sex is the answer to everything.
I never believed in soulmates, but Wilder had always been a hopeless romantic. He would go the extra mile with all his dates. Then they'd break his heart. He'd cry, then try again. Sometimes I wished I was like him, but I couldn't bounce back as fast as he did. My heart needed time to heal.
While we were having this talk, Rick, the gentleman with the blonde beard, came out of nowhere and interrupted us.
"Well, what do we have here?"
I didn't like the way he said it. He was implying something with his eyes, raising an eyebrow and scanning me from head to toe.
For some reason, Wilder lifted my hand to show my wedding ring and declared, "He's married."
I was embarrassed at first, then came the shock; if Wilder felt the need to say that, then this man must be checking me out! I was new to the whole gay flirting thing. Now that I realized it, I started sweating, hot flashes washed over every inch of my skin.
First, the bouncer. Then, the two guys at the bar. Now, the motherfucking host himself!
I raised my index finger and added in a trembling voice, "Happily married, actually."
Wilder poked my side as if telling me not to overdo it.
"Oh, that's a shame." Rick's voice came out smooth as fuck. "He's a lucky man to have you."
Man? Why did he assume I'm gay? I could be bi. I could totally pull off a bisexual dude.
What the hell am I saying? I'm straight, for God's sake!
I bit my tongue. I had to play along so I wouldn't get caught and then be the joke of this entire event. Maybe even kicked out. How embarrassing.
