At Your Service (BWWM)

Chapter 15

I dwindled with my fingers, looking up and down, trying not to be bored out of my damn mind.

"I don't know," said Dyan.

"I think it's perfect! A little emerald green and you'll pop! It will look exceptional," replied the attendant.

Dyan and I were at a bridal shop. A fucking bridal shop where women squealed, drooled and fought over wedding dresses. Well, at least that's what I expected to happen, I've never been in one except for now and I for one was bored out of my freaking mind.

"Fine I'll try it," Dyan sighed as she grabbed a dress and rushed into the changing room.

I grunted and fisted my hair. That was the sixth fucking dress.

After I got Ally to search for Dyan's info, I saved it on a flash drive and left Jimmy's place. I couldn't stay there too long, if his place is being watched and I stayed over fifteen minutes, it would cause problems.

Let's say Jimmy had a lot of enemies so I got out there as quickly as I came.

When I returned to my car and checked my phone, it was filled with miss calls.

I had to speed down to the pizza place for Dyan and Ethan, who were waiting impatiently in the parking lot. Dyan hadn't spoken since getting into the car and Ethan did the opposite. He couldn't shut up!

He talked the entire drive over here. I was so close to throwing him out of the damn car. If it wasn't for Thelma's voice in my head threatening me, I would have.

Soon we pulled up to the shop and Ethan was begging to go to the arcade across the street. Dyan gave him some cash and sent him off before I could go off on him.

The kid was my protégé but he had a mouth that needed to be clogged. He was annoying as fuck.

I looked around the bridal shop and white and gold blinded me. The curtains, walls and décor was gold and white. The changing rooms, however, were made from cherry wood and so was the floor.

"So are you the maid of honour?"

I looked up to see a petite brunette with green eyes and she was in a grey suit.

Maid of honour?

"No. I'm the stripper father to her child and I'm here to help her pick out a dress so she can wed a rich, old, soggy guy and finance us until he dies and we get the cash."

I gave her a 'fuck off' smile and her eyes widened at my explanation.

"If you want I could give you a session of my time but I'm not cheap."

She smiled uncomfortably, nodded frantically and walked away without looking back. A few women in the shop that overheard me looked at over and winked.

Think I'll be going to a few Bachelorette parties.

"Bitch," I murmured when she was out of hearing range.

She was the type of person I hated. They judge before they know you. Couldn't that bitch ask if I was a friend?

No, instead she asked if I was a fucking maid of honour. What do I have I'm gay written on my fucking forehead?

"Attendant?" I snapped my head to the side as I heard Dyan call from the changing room.

She peeked out from the door and her eyes landed on me. "Where is the attendant?"

"She had something to take care of," I shrugged.

She swore under her breath then smiled to cover it up. "Can you help me?"