“I know why you really invited me to your wedding.” He loosened his tie with one hand as he scrolled on his phone with his other.
“What is happening?” Emma whispered.
I had no freaking clue.
“Your wedding was so last minute that you didn’t have enough time for a proper bachelorette party,” Grudge said.
I shook my head. “Emma didn’t want one.”
“Sure she didn’t.” He winked at her and then rap music started playing from his phone. “Besides, Zoey’s done it so much for me. I owe her a few shows.”
“What are you talking about?” I shouted over the music.
“This.” Grudge twirled in a circle and then thrust his hips forward as he tore his tuxedo pants clean off. Grudge was wearing just a gold banana hammock underneath his tear-away pants.
Emma screamed.
I mean, I was shocked too. But she was acting like she’d never seen an impressive member wrassled into a banana hammock before.
Grudge twirled around again and slapped his bare ass.
“Grudge, what are you doing?” I yelled.
He turned back toward us and threw his tie at me. “Which one of you naughty girls booked a striptease?”
“Neither of us!” Emma shouted and covered her face.
I laughed.
Grudge shimmied his shoulders as he walked up to Emma. He put one foot up on the couch and thrust his banana hammock in her face.
Emma screamed again.
I laughed. Had she been peeking through her fingers?
Grudge pulled his dress shirt apart, popping the buttons everywhere. And then he grabbed Emma’s hand that wasn’t covering her face and pressed it against his six-pack. Trailing her fingers down his abs, stopping dangerously close to the gold material.
And then he swatted her hand away. “Touching the package will cost you extra, you naughty girl.”
Emma shrieked again as he turned around and shook his ass in her face. “Make it stop!”
I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Are you the one that booked the striptease?” Grudge asked and turned to me.
I held up my hands to show my innocence.
He put his hands behind his head and thrust his banana hammock dangerously close to my face.
I was barely breathing I was laughing so hard. But I was a little worried that Emma might start crying and ruin her makeup. “Put that away,” I said.
“Put what away?”
“This whole thing, Grudge.” I gestured to his half-naked self.
He stopped dancing. “Wait, is this seriously not why you invited me?”
“No.”