Page 3 of Tempting Him

“You’re wanting to become a marketer, right?,” Ronan asks. “Your dad does that too?”

“Yeah, I wanna get into marketing. My dad is a communication specialist but he said he got me in with the guy who can teach me the most. I’m assuming some sort of brand manager.”

“Well, that’s convenient,” Dom says.

“I know. It’s like a form of nepotism. Don’t judge me, but an internship will help me when it’s time to graduate. Maybe I can secure a job at the end of this.”

“Well, at least you didn’t have to work during spring break,” Renzo offers. “I’ll be back in the doctor’s office this week.”

Dom takes a sip. “I only have today and Sunday off. It’s about time you join the workforce.”

I flip him off. “Please, your boyfriend doesn’t even work.”

Trevor narrows his eyes at me. “No need to throw me under the bus. It’s not my fault my grandparents died and left me money.”

Dex, the richest one of all of us, takes a gulp of his beer. “I know, I know. I’m a privileged shit, but I will be working with my dad once I graduate.”

“Not that you have to,” Ronan says. “If I was the son of a billionaire, I’d travel the world for at least five years.”

Dex shakes his head and the topic of work, money, and our future as adults is put on hold, and we allow ourselves to enjoy the short time we have to be slightly irresponsible and relish in tonight.

Most of our lives are spent working to be able to live. We work to pay bills and eat, and maybe afford small luxuries. Childhood isn’t nearly long enough, but I suppose I’ve had my fair share of fun. Well, after this week.

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Daytwo of spring break begins with me having to let my job know that I’m quitting. There’s no way I’ll be able to continue college, an internship, and a job at the restaurant. The internship is paid, so at least I won’t be missing out on any money.

A group of us from the frat house go to Nicola’s Pizza for lunch, then me and Luke split off and head to the mall to do some shopping before we head back home and I have to start getting ready for this bachelor party Ivy invited me to.

I’ve never been to one before, so I’m hoping I’ll have a good time, regardless of the fact that it’s being held at Three Sheets. Not sure if there’s much else to these types of parties besides getting trashed.

It’s nearly eight-fifteen when I arrive at the bar, dressed in a pair of dark denim jeans, a maroon polo shirt with shoes to match. Normally, this place stays pretty empty. The sign near the road actually boasts about its quiet atmosphere, but when I walk in, it’s packed. They must’ve rented the entire place out.

This sort of situation isn’t for everyone. I know plenty of people who would rather stay in bed than go to a bar where a large group of people you’ve never met are hanging out, and you have to introduce yourself to them. Luckily for me, this is right up my alley.

I’ve always been an extrovert. I love socializing and talking to people. I can meet someone and hold a conversation for an hour like we’ve known each other our whole lives. I thrive in this type of environment, so when I stroll through the crowd of people, I smile and offer friendly greetings until I spot Ivy.

“Hey! You made it!”

“Did you think I wouldn’t show? Come on now.”

She laughs. “I guess you’re right. You’re not one to turn down a good time.”

“No, ma’am. Now who’s the bride and groom? I should introduce myself.”

She grabs me by the arm and tugs me behind her until we reach a long table decorated with penis cutouts, balloons shaped like diamond rings, and a jar full of lollipops that look like tits. The bride-to-be sits next to the groom-to-be, wearing a headband with cocks bouncing around with each shake of her head, while the guy has a sash on that says,Same Vag Forever.

I laugh, and Ivy gets their attention.

“Tiff, this is my friend, Jay. Jay, this is the beautiful bride, Tiffany, and this is her soon-to-be husband, Curtis.”

“Hey, nice to meet you guys. Thanks for letting me crash the party. Congrats,” I say, shaking each of their hands. “I like the decorations.”

Tiffany laughs. “Thank you. There’s more littered around the other tables.”

“She chose the decorations,” Curtis offers. “I had nothing to do with all the dicks and tits.”

“Oh shush,” Tiffany says with a giggle, playfully hitting him in the arm. “Jay, don’t mind him. He’s mad we couldn’t get strippers in here.”

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