I peeped through the curtain—and I think my stomach just dropped somewhere on the floor.
Johnny’s cousins. And a bunch more of his relatives.
All of them.
I clutched my jacket tighter around me like it could shield me from what I was about to walk into.
All beautiful men. Sitting like kings on their thrones, drinking, laughing, having the time of their lives. All hyped for the main event.
The ladies.
Where the hell is Johnny?
He has to be here before this starts. I can't find him, and I’m freaking out. He's the reason why I'm in this situation.
Apparently, there were last-minute changes to the bachelor party. It was supposed to be on a yacht—classy, secluded. But no. Now it’s here, in a darn suite turned makeshift nightclub.
And the person behind all this is Tamara. And said there
