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“Fuck you, Drake,” he said, blowing a lungful of smoke in my face.
I turned and walked away, pausing to look over my shoulder. “Oh, and get a breath mint. It’s no wonder you can’t get a date.”
Chapter sixteen
Drake
“It’s this man’s bachelor party, ladies,” I said, waiting until Bryson swallowed his third shot of whiskey before I clapped him on the back.
He choked, coughing and whipping his head to glare at me. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Lighten up, dude. You’re the one that let your fiancée talk you into having one of these.” I shrugged, reminding him Mackenzie and Amanda had ganged up on him. He mentioned he didn’t want a bachelor party, and they were appalled. By the time they were done convincing him, we practically had reservations for the lap dance.
“Don’t remind me,” he groaned. Two ladies wearing nothing but their underwear walked up, staring eagerly at Bryson. He flagged down the bartender, pointing to his empty shot glass and throwing two fingers in the air.
The brunette led the way for a younger redhead, and when they reached us, they rested their arms on the backs of our seats. “Did you say a bachelor party?” the brunette purred.
“Which one of you is the groom?” the redhead added.
I pointed to Bryson as he desperately reached for the first shot. “That would be him. I don’t know about you, but I think he could use a special dance. Treat him well, huh?” I fanned a few twenties in the air before handing them off to the girls.
Both giggled, surrounding Bryson while he choked down another shot. I laughed loudly enough to draw the bartender’s attention, gaining a laugh from him as well. Bryson looked uncomfortable beneath the women, but when one threw her legs over his lap to straddle him, he loosened up a bit.
Once his hands moved from their spot glued to his sides and his shoulders relaxed, I stood. “I’m going to hit the bathroom,” I said, ignoring the way he glared at me as I walked away.
He couldn’t have been angry for long, because as I was almost out of earshot, both girls started to giggle. Finally. I knew he would give in and have a good time eventually.
Turning the corner into the hallway that held the bathrooms, my breath hitched. The woman standing in front of the door at the end looked familiar. Her blond hair hung in waves past her shoulders, and she was petite. I squinted my eyes, sure there was no way it could be Amanda.
“Hey, Mandy!” a girl walking by said.
Mandy?
Reason left me, instantly replaced with the urge to get her out of here as quickly as I could. I grabbed her wrist, spinning her around. “What are you doing here?” I asked the woman.
“Who the fuck are you?” she asked, a look that was equal parts fear and anger etched into her features.
I stammered, quickly dropping her wrist and stepping back with both of my hands up. “I-I thought you were someone else,” I said with a subtle nod. “I am so sorry.”
“Did you want a private dance?” she asked, nodding at the door in front of her.
I shook my head. “No, not at all.” Her smile dropped, and I considered apologizing for the sudden outburst. She looked at me, confused, but before she could question me or call security, I ducked into the men’s bathroom behind me.
It was empty, and I smacked my hand against the wall. “What has gotten into you?” I grumbled.
There was no way that woman could have been Amanda. My reaction was inappropriate and if I wasn’t careful, I was going to get in trouble. Tilting my head back, I took a deep breath.
“Get it together,” I said, turning on the sink and quickly washing my hands before I left the bathroom.
I was relieved to find the hallway was empty, and I didn’t see the blond girl I had grabbed onto anywhere on my path back to the bar. When I got there, Bryson sat by himself with a beer in his hand.
“You good?” he asked.
I chuckled, sliding onto my stool next to him. “I just went to the restroom. I figured you had your hands full and would be fine without me.”
Bryson raised his brow, making it obvious he didn’t appreciate the comment. With another long gulp, his face relaxed. He looked over his shoulder where the two strippers had wandered off. “You’re an asshole,” he finally said.
“Yeah, but I’m the only friend you’ve got.” I nudged him with my elbow, and Bryson laughed loudly enough to grab the attention of the strippers that had been dancing all over him a few minutes earlier.
