"Ah shit! We playing pool this time? Hell, I'm 'bout to kick all y'all asses in this!" Brian stepped into the small gentlemen's pub by the college acting all cocky like he usually does.

So, how did we end up at this pub? Well, since Trent invited Grayson to our little monthly hangout crew, he figured Grayson should pick the place to go. To be honest, Grayson's choice was the worst choice.

We could've went bowling, hung out at my place, even skate or something. I can get down with the best of them and truck. Those adult skate nights stay rocking. Nope, we're stuck here at this place filled with tons of pictures of half-naked women. They decorated the walls, right on top of the hardwood slabs. It was the definition of a men's bar.

This made me question Grayson's intentions for Rena. I may have been looking a bit much into it and wasn't exactly the expert to talk to since my intentions with Tiff weren't so pure in the beginning, but I still knew the difference between bastard and husband intents.

Anyway, it was a Friday night and a few weeks away from wedding day. Tiff decided against a bachelorette party to reflect on the wedding and she figured she saw the ladies all the time. If she wanted to do anything, she wanted to be with Jess.

With that in mind, I chose not to have a bachelor's party. It was just common sense to me. Tiff didn't even have to nag me out of the decision. It was out of respect for her. Brian was confused but Trent respected the decision.

Anyway, I explained that because being here was like a secret bachelor's party with all these women serving in outfits as if they worked at Hooters, leaving nothing to the imagination. Short jean sorts showing parts, if not all, of their ass cheeks. They practically went up their behinds with their chests not being shy to all the men here.

The temptation was dripping from this place. It smelled like sex and beer throughout the bar with a hint of manly sweat. That thought made me gag and realize that I've been with Tiff for a long time.

Never thought I'd even make it through the first year with her standards and consistent nagging until she came around to compromise around our second year. Third year was focused more on building that trust for the fourth year. By the time that fourth year came around, Tiff was tied, bowed, strapped, wrapped, and cuffed sexually and officially. Now, we're here at the fifth year and almost married.

One thing that never went away throughout the years was love. Sure, we've had our moments like every other couple. At the same time, one of us brought the other back to where we first started every time. I wouldn't want to ruin any of that at all.

Lead us not into temptation, Lord. Lead us not into temptation, lead us not into temptation. I will not backslide; I will not backslide-

"Grayson, this is-"

"I WILL NOT BACKSLIDE!" I shouted unexpectedly from the rooftops and covered my lips right after as everyone else around the pool room stared at us in surprise. Trent was mid-introduction with Grayson and his blue eyes reveled themselves. Damn, there I go again.

"I mean...hey. I'm Bryce. Sorry about that."

"Our sanctified friend who's getting married soon so he's quoting scripture to keep from doing these ladies serving drinks. Flipping out because he has a month until he's bound to his fiancée." Trent joked like he wasn't already married.

Excuse me for trying to stay on my fiancée's good side and not fall into temptation. Not exactly that perfect little church boy my parents thought I was anymore but I still had my faith in God and our union. That wasn't funny to me.

"Boy, please. Shut up. Ain't like Carmon don't have you ball-n-chained to her," Brian laughed as he picked a pool stick to play with. Thank goodness we were in the pool room where not many people were. All the partygoers were in the actual club scene of the bar.

"Though you have a big ass mouth, I can't help but agree. That cat and ass got me so good, I ended up marrying the holy trinity: The ass, the puss, and the mouth."

All of them laughed as I stood back in a bit of offense for the one that made all three of those things for him to enjoy. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my pool stick while he continued.

"Nah, but I'm ball-n-chained and happy as hell. Wouldn't go back for anyone else. I'm like a little puppy dog for mine, right there at her beck and call. I have no shame when it comes to Carmon. If she wants to lock me up down in the basement and torture me, I'd let her do it."

"No shame at all, man? Sounds a bit extreme," Grayson teased back as he prepped himself for a teamed game of pool. Here we go again.

"Hell yeah, Grayson. And you want to know why? Because of that trust I have in her. She won't leave me locked down there long even if she wanted to. The last thing I'd ever be ashamed of is to tell the world I'm married to Carmon Carter. To tell the world that I'm intensely in love with Carmon Carter. Sounds good, doesn't it?"

As always, Trent, it does. He talks about that woman nonstop. It's as if she's living in his mind, body, and his spirit.

Anyway, Grayson got him started with his love for Carmon. Shaking my head at him and starting the game, I overhear Brian with "No, you married Carmon Barrett, the h-"

"That last word will get you shot, wrapped in tarp, and thrown into the river. Say something else about my wife. I dare you, Brian. You're so big and bad. Say it."

Another awkward moment in place due to Brian's dumb self again. Grayson and I watched each other in shock as Trent walked up on Brian and demanded respect. Brian froze like a popsicle. Well, at least Trent wasn't lying about his love for his wife.

"Exactly. See? How does it feel to use that noggin of yours? I figured you had some kind of sense hidden somewhere in there." Trent finished him as he went back to play pool.

Grayson added "Trent, she's a gorgeous woman. I think every man isn't complete without a great woman by his side. Am I wrong about it?"

"Yeah, especially if you're obsessed with the woman like this guy is." Brian's bad mood was showing bad while Trent and I agreed with Grayson.

There's truly nothing like my woman being right there with me. A good woman makes everything complete.

"Let me tell you something, ya wannabe camel toe. Obsessed is just an understatement. I am infatuated with that woman. I love everything about my wife. The way she walks, the way she talks, breathes, smells, the way her jaw stiffens and her bottom lip pokes out a bit when she's pissed the hell off, the way she sleeps on her side, the way she stands by her man whether at work or home. Don't get me started on her bedroom skills. Something you wouldn't know anything about though, right?"

"Bro, you literally married a whole whore. That's why her bedroom skills are on point. She's fucked me and probably the entire police station. She-"

"Brian, you can't even get the woman you really want. Shut up and let's just play a game of pool, please." My pool stick hit a stripe towards a pocket but the ball didn't go in.

My bothered feelings exposed themselves while playing the game so my eyes looked up to see Brian holding his pool stick in his crease of his elbow with his arms folded and face straightened. Nostrils flaring in embarrassment.

"Really, Bryce? While this guy's here? What the hell?" Brian pointed out that Grayson was hanging with us, reminding me that he was hanging with that certain woman.

Whoops. Sorry not sorry since he's the one who's made himself look like a whole clown. He didn't even have to point Grayson out like that. Speaking of Grayson...

"Don't let me bring you guys down or anything. It's all good here. I was once in your shoes, Brian. When Rena and I crossed paths, she was that person that opened my eyes. She's such a sweetheart and I want us to be something like Trent and his wife. She just doesn't seem ready yet, I guess. I'm gonna grab a couple of beers and a coke for you, Bryce. I'll be back."

As soon as he walked off, Brian was trying to hit a solid but he split the fabric on the pool table in anger instead. Face all scrunched up as his muscles tensed up a bit. I'm glad he got some muscle now because he used to be a small guy. Talk all that stuff with nothing to back him up. That's how he got beat up in the university coffee shop years ago.

"Did you guys not hear that? He's really dating my girl?!"

I had to hold him back from doing anything stupid again because he'd do it. Brian wanted to charge at Grayson so bad but later realized he couldn't do that.

"We don't know that for sure, Brian. Chill out. We're just here to have a chill time and talk to each other as men."

"Plus, she ain't your girl. She doesn't belong to you, Brian. You lost that chance the moment you began 'secretly' dating Gina, man. You had a thing and you ruined it. So, what if Grayson's dating Rena? She deserves a man like that. You can't get mad about that."

Trent put another dent into Brian's good mood and knocked him down a step. So bad that Brian held his head down while dropping his pool stick to the floor and resting his weight on his arms. He revealed "I hope he tastes my leftovers when he goes down on her. I'm the last guy she did anything with."

What the hell?! Rena never let anyone touch her like that unless she's in a serious relationship. How'd he get inside her?

"You've got to be joking. I can't believe she let you in. Of all people, I wouldn't think that Rena would be the girl to let someone like you inside," I commented watching Trent play his turn.

"I remember that evening because guess who she came running to after you broke her fragile heart weeks later? She sat at our house in tears and said she'd feel better watching our kids while we went out on a date or something. She pushed us out of our own house. Oh, and he didn't get inside. He just licked her while she sucked on him and that's it." Trent explained in confidence as one of his solids landed in a pocket.

"You serious, Brian? You know-"

"Bryce, he's pussy whipped. That kitty was so good that he wants more after he did wrong. He'll be alright. This is what happens when you talk shit and ain't about it. You missed out on some good shit." Trent poked even further. With no fear at all.

Brian gave him a frustrating glare while Grayson came back with cans of beers and a coke for me. Tiff and I made a pact to not drink any alcohol until our wedding day.

"Alright, I'm back with the drinks! So, what are we talking now? Marriage still? Love? How to shave in the shower without your girl looking?"

He seemed so excited to be hanging with us and Trent hyped him up as Brian stood there so frustrated. Trent couldn't be anymore right though. Brian lost his chance to make what Rena and he had better. He fucked up. That's why she ran into Grayson.

Anyway, Grayson was trying to keep the conversation going with Trent but it felt dead once Brian took his precious time to play his turn. Poor guy doesn't even realize that Brian was pissed off at him for hanging with Rena but felt the heat off Brian because he turned to me to make more conversation.

"So, what's up with you and your fiancée, Bryce? Getting married sounds like a big responsibility."

Well, surprisingly, it wasn't. It didn't feel like it. Tiff is that kind of woman that knows what she wants and gets it in the way she wants it. She expects nothing less and is a perfectionist. If someone won't do it right and she can sense it, she gets rid of them and does it herself or finds someone else who she knows can do it.

I expected her to have this big extravagant wedding with white horses and A-list celebs but she's not asking for much. She's doing most of the things herself so that's saving a ton of money in the budget. Loraina's singing at the wedding because she wanted to hear her niece sing. Tiff was basically the wedding planner on a budget.

"Just happy to be marrying someone who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to get it. A woman who's so sure of herself that she'll let her man lead and not be offended."

"You got that right, Bryce! She got that and her nasty side from her sister though. I'm sure of it. We really have some phenomenal women in our lives right now." Trent added finishing off the game by pocketing the eight ball. It was basically a solo win for him because he was the only one hitting anything into pockets for his 'team'.

After the game, we get comfortable in a booth with our drinks in hand and Brian continued the conversation with his sarcastic comment of "Oh yes. You guys have lovely women to be slaves to. Answering to her every want and need. Being her stepping stool. Excuse me but I refuse to be a slave to the woman I marry. She's gonna have to cater to me instead. I ain't weak like you bitches."

"Is that what you said to Gina or nah? You wimpy ass bitch." Trent chuckled as he took a swig of his beer.

"Well, Brian, Tiff treats me like I'm the king of the castle because she knows that she has a good man and will cater to me as I do her. That's the thing that many relationships don't have nowadays. That balance between both parties."

"I used to think the same way you did. Didn't want my girl stepping all over me so I had to get her before she got me. Tiff humbled me pretty quick and showed me that it's okay for my partner to do her own thing. It's okay for her to succeed and be independent."

Grayson and Trent nodding in agreement as Brian rolled his eyes at my words. Trent went a different route with this argument but "Hell, let my baby step on me. At this point, it doesn't matter to me because that lets me know she's got a stable foundation to become something greater than she is."

"Then, when she starts wining, she turns back to big daddy and smiles. Running right back to who got her there in the first place, grateful and humble. Then that's when she caters to her man. That's what I love about my wife. She never forgets where she came from but refuses to go back to that life because she knows she's got that stable foundation and doesn't want to lose it. Not afraid of my wife going out or anything for that reason alone. Can't no one take my girl because she comes right back home to me. That's my sexy soulmate right there."

Grinning at Trent's words, Grayson comes in with "A humble and happy wife makes for a happy life and a happy husband. I love how you both cater to your women and let them be their own person. I think all men have had a time in their lives where they've fooled around and had a good time. Once you grow out of that stage though, you want something solid and real. That's actually my intentions with Rena but I don't think she's ready for the same.

As Trent asked him more about Grayson's intentions with Rena just to piss Brian off, Brian sat his beer down on the table and watched him with envy. It was pretty funny seeing him show his ass like this.

Then he interrupted Trent with "So, why do you think Rena doesn't feel the same? You ever consider that maybe she wants a chocolate bar instead of vanilla ice cream? You know what? I honestly think you're one of those guys."

"Well, I don't think I'm one of those guys. I really do care for Rena and everything that comes with her. We've been hanging out for a while now and I love how educated she is. She's always so shy but I try to make her feel more comfortable. She makes me laugh every time she says she can't sing but-"

"Belts out the song I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston? Yeah, she's got some vocals on her, doesn't she?"

As Brian protested, I got a phone call from my lady and excused myself from the booth to answer it. It was about 11:30 at night and, if she's calling me at this time, it has to be important.

"Hey, babe. Everything alright?"

Looking at my phone, I see that she's requesting a video call and I accept right on time. White one-piece, laced body suit with no straps. One of my good ties wrapped around her lips and another one holding her wrists together in front of her with her eyes giving me a tempting look, letting me know that she wants me home now. Didn't even have to say a word.

"I'm on my way!" My hardened member below had me rushing back to the bar to tell the boys goodnight so I can give my future wife something that she'll never forget.

Before I could even enter, Trent and Grayson walk out disappointed and meet up with me.

"Check it out. Brian tried to fight Grayson so he got kicked out from the back and we got asked to leave the other way. Plus, it's a good time to leave because Carmon's sending me eggplant and peach emojis so I'm going hope to put it on my wife. See y'all later."

As Trent exited while we all laughed at his response to what just happened, Grayson departed after thanking us for a pretty good time. As much as I wanted to go check up on Brian, my submissive wife was whispering my name in my head and my shaft couldn't hide itself any longer.

Brian has to get himself together and, if that meant we all stopped talking to him, then so be it.

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What's up, folks?!

SURPRISE! Screw Us Over got a double update!

I kinda figured since my favorite couple is coming by next week, I had to do a double screwer today so my faves can come together ;)

Anyway, what do you think about the guys?

Do you think Brian's down on his luck or he really ruined his chances with Rena? Should he just leave Grayson and Rena alone? Who do you think should be with Rena? Grayson or Brian?

What about Trent? Do you think that this sexy couple will stay strong for long? Or will someone come in and break them down?

Tiff and Bryce are about to get married but will something stop them from getting married? Will someone get scared and not go through with it?

See you guys on Thursday! Love ya!