I Think I Could Love You Forever

Chapter 12: Bachelor(ette) Party

I came home to see Dima and Nikita playing hide and seek in the living room. "Nikita, do you know where Dima is?" I asked the boy, laughing. Dima was hiding in plain sight. "Nope!" He did a shoosh motion, thinking he was creeping up on Dima. "I found you!" Nikita shouted, pointing at him. "Oh no! I should've hid better..."

"Ya think?" He laughed, coming to kiss me. "How was your day with the girls?" Dima asked. "It was nice. But I spent way  too much on iced coffee," I answered, a little embarrassed. "Babe, go film TikToks, we need money for the wedding. I've been performing all over the place to afford the flowers!" I frowned, nodding. "I'm sorry. We got a little carried away." I took out my phone, opening TikTok. "Nik, you wanna work with me?"

A Few Months Later

"Hey, babe, I gotta go in a bit, you said you wanted to show me something?"

I asked Dima, unbuttoning my shirt a bit. "No, you're not going to a club like that," He buttoned my shirt to my neck, almost choking me. "Baby, it's my bachelor party. Also, they might not take me around other men."

"Sergey, we're getting married in a week, what if they do take you to other men?"

"I'm not gonna make out with them."

"Yeah, I'm gonna make sure of it," He unbuttoned my shirt, placing his lips on my collarbone. "Dim, what are you- ouch!" He grinned as I looked at my collarbone, a little pissed at him. "Dima, what the hell!?" He gave me a hickey. "Guys don't wanna touch people with hickeys."

"Baby, it doesn't matter if guys are hitting on me, the only thing that matters is I don't cheat. Ok, now what were you gonna show me?"

"Oh yeah," He took out his phone, "My dad wanted to help out so he made a topper for the cake..." He showed me a picture of the topper, my eyes tearing up. "Oh my god, that's so beautiful! He's bringing it to the wedding, right?"

"Yes, he's arriving early."

I hugged him, smiling. "Did you send him that picture?" He nodded, then Eskimo kissing me. 

"That's really sweet of him. What is it made out of?"

"Chocolate." I hit his shoulder gently, surprised. "Your dad made a cake topper of us out of chocolate?"

"Yeah. He's always been into that kind of stuff."

"Oh my gosh, that's amazing." I heard a car horn outside. "Oh, that's Ani and the girls."

I made my way to the front door from the bedroom, Dima following me. "Nik, I'll be back in a few hours. Have fun with Dima!" I hugged him goodbye, then went outside to see 4 slutty girls hanging out of a limo window. "What the fuck, did you bitches rent a limo for me?"

"Hell yes!" Ani almost fell out of the vehicle, making me laugh. "I feel like we're going to a place I'd be a whore at if I were single..."

"Correct again!"

I opened the door, Ani and Ida almost falling out. "Did y'all have wine on the way here?"

"What if we did?" All 5 of us started laughing, Lera holding up a wine glass. "Bitch, give me a glass. Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere special. Dima will most likely be mad when you come back with hickeys on your upper neck and smelling like cheap cologne..." I rolled my eyes as I sighed, shaking my head. "He gave me a hickey so guys wouldn't wanna touch me."

"Where?"

I unbuttoned my shirt, showing them. "Oh God, he's serious!" Ida said, starting to laugh. "So if you're taking me to a bar or club, it's just gonna be us having fun, and maybe somebody going into the bathroom with a man," I looked at Ani, all of us laughing. We just talked and laughed on the way to the club, Ani kinda throwing herself at me. She told me she liked me in the past, but maybe it's still there. She was rubbing my leg, sitting awfully close to me, and doing other strange things. "We're here bitch! Now get Dima's permission to kiss other guys," Lera said, getting out of the car. "No, I would rather stay loyal, thank you very much," I laughed, pulling up my jeans.

The club had male strippers everywhere. I admit, if I was single, I'd probably enjoy the naked men more. But I was getting married next week to a wonderful, sweet, and hot guy. "Oh God, Lorak, what are you doing?" I facepalmed, watching as Ani slipped a dollar in one man's underwear. "What? Can't I have a little fun?"

"You have a boyfriend..."

"Ok?"

We just stared at her, not really knowing what to say. "You bitches need to have fun in your lives. Sergey, we're gonna order drinks. What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, then join you."

We all nodded, then I made my way to the bathroom. Lots of men kept giving me little looks, one of them said something dirty to me, then there was the face I never wanted to see again.

"Aleks! What are you- what are you doing here?"

Instead of responding, he unzipped his fly. "I was bored. Why aren't you at home with your singer, I wanna say, Bilan?" He asked with venom. "It's my bachelor party. Ani and my other friends are ordering at the bar right now."

I noticed how he smirked at me, making me a little uncomfortable. I zipped up, going to wash my hands. Aleks did too. He kept smirking at me. It was really confusing. "Nice chatting, Malinovskiy," I took a step towards the door before something absolutely horrific happened. He pulled me into a kiss.

I immediately pushed him away, wiping my lips with my arm. "What the fuck?" I said loudly. He smiled, getting close to me again. "You know you want it."

"No, I fucking don't."

"Then what do you want?"

I looked him straight (ew) in the eyes, horrified by this whole situation.

"I wanna go home to my kid and fiance..." He frowned, grabbing my arm. "You sure about that? You sure you don't wanna have a fuck with someone you haven't done in a while, before staying tied to one guy for the rest of your life?"

I tried to shake him off, feeling his grip tighten. "You're 26, Lazarev, you have so much time left to find a husband. You sure you wanna stay with this guy?" I physically removed his hand, running to the door. "Fuck off, Malinovskiy!" I shouted, then leaving the bathroom. The guys hanging out around the bathroom looked at me, worried. "My ex just kissed me and wanted to fuck me. I'm getting married next week," I explained, shrugging.