"Cassie, I said no strippers!" I walk into the kitchen, and she is hot on my trail. Having Cassie in charge of this bachelorette party had to be the worst idea ever. She is going to get me killed.

"You think Darren doesn't have strippers at his bachelor party right now? Live a little, Alsie."

"They are golfing in broad daylight. No strippers whatsoever. He will kill me if he comes home and sees this." I panic, looking out the kitchen window.

Darren has said multiple times no strippers and made sure I knew there would be no strippers. That's why my bachelorette party is at noon. He wanted the nighttime to be just us as a family. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, downing it in seconds. Having strippers in my living room is driving me crazy. Yes, I can be dramatic, but it was for a good reason this time.

"Relax. Darren will be fine...you will be fine. Now come on. I didn't pay twelve hundred dollars for it to go to waste. Now move it."

"Let me call to check up on Darren. I'll be out in a minute."

"Nope."

Cassie grabs my wrist, dragging me back into the living room. The two male strippers are already down to their underwear. Oh gosh, Darren is not going to be happy. Caroline was too pleased that a man's crotch was in her face. Oh Gosh.

"Oh my God." I turn around. "Is he taking off his underwear?"

"Holy shit, it's huge. Where are my dollars?" I heard Cassie shout, and it made me all but too curious to see how huge. I turned around, and there it was. This guy was huge. Bigger than Darren's too. The stripper's name is Anthony the Anaconda, and now I see why. He is just swinging it. Then Caroline does the most absurd thing...she grabs it.

"Caroline!" I shout, and at the same time, the other women start to cheer her on. Oh my God. Ohmyohmyohmy. Doesn't she want to be with Miguel? Why would she do this? Eww.

"How about you have a seat? After all, the party is for you?" The other stripper, Sweet Sammy, smiles at me. His name serves him right. He seems like a respectable stripper...if there is any. He didn't shed his underwear like Anaconda did.

"N-"

"She would love to. Live a little, please." Cassie whispers the last part in my ear.

"Fine, just this once." What's the worst that could happen?

A lot can happen.

Sweet Sammy wasn't so sweet after all. But this man could move. He was grinding on me, and his cock was getting hard. The other ladies tried to grab his attention, and he wouldn't budge. I was the center of his attention.

"You're a sexy lady."

"Umm--thank you."

"Are you sure marriage is what you want?" He whispers in my ear.

The music cuts off, and Cassie's, oh shit, makes me freeze. I stare at Sammy's chest. Hopefully, this was all a dream. I'm dead if it isn't, which I know it isn't. Darren didn't like men touching me, not even handshake sometimes, so if that was him to my left, he was seeing a stripper on my lap, grinding. I'm preparing to see blood. Sammy could not and will not stand a chance.

"Alsie, can I speak to you in the foyer? Now."

I get up quickly. If Sammy didn't move fast enough, he would have fallen on the floor. I rush to the foyer. I start to speak when Darren hush me.

"I didn't stop by to spoil your party. I came back to get my clubs. Arguing with you this morning over the mint green or navy shirt distracted me. Have you seen them?"

"Uh-umm-yeah. It's in the closet upstairs. I'll go grab it." He is too calm. My heart is pounding so fast, and my hands are getting sweaty.

"No. It's alright. I can get it. You can go back and enjoy yourself."

"I insist. I'll be right back."

He is following me really close, and his cologne fills my nostrils. I walked passed the closest and went straight to the bedroom. I rather get the yelling out of the way now. He is pissed off, and I know that for a fact. I sit on our bed, a bed we had fantastic sex on this morning. But tonight, it will be just me in this bed for sure.

"What are you doing, Alsie?" Darren asks, leaning in the doorway.

"I know you're pissed off about what you saw downstairs. Just get it out. Yell at me. Get it over with so we can move forward." I bat my lashes.

"Alsie, I'm not mad. I just came for my golf clubs. Just go have a good time. I think the stripper might be missing you." Adding that last part was not

"Darren. Darren?" He backs up into the hallway. Shit!

He completely ignores me and keeps walking toward the closet.

You know, when you get in trouble with your parents, you watch their every move-you don't know when they will flip out on you. Well, that is me right now with Darren. I stay a foot behind him. He gets the golf clubs and go back downstairs.

"Alsie."

"Darren?" We said in unison.

"You first, love." He places the bag of clubs in the corner. He's calm, too calm.

"I want to say I'm sorry--about what you saw back there. I told Cassie no strippers. I know you're pissed off right now, but since there is company here, you don't want to show it. Again I'm so sorry, my love." I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face into his chest.

"Baby, I'm not mad nor pissed off. I will always respect you, and I hope you do the same for me. What I am is fucking furious. I thought we had an understanding, yes, I know it was Cassie, but you have a voice too. I have to go." He kisses my forehead, grabs his things, and heads out. "Oh, love?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to fuck you hard tonight. For my pleasure, not yours. Enjoy your day."

What?!

"Cassie! I want everyone out" I could have sworn I heard Darren chuckle as he closed the door behind him. This man will have me sore all over for the next three days, for sure.