There's a good reason as to why you're still sitting here, Bryce. Definitely not because of these trashy females throwing themselves at you and you getting hard. Good thing you got on pants that don't show anything. You have a woman at home you're doing the nastiest things with. You don't want anyone else.

Nobody knows but Tiffany can get down and dirty in the bedroom. She's one of those rare women you find in the world. Classy in the streets but a freak in the sheets. Nowadays, everyone's wanting to put it all out there and not saving the rest for someone special.

Tiffany was completely different. I had to work hard to see the other side of her and, when talking about working hard, I had to get her off her high horse before doing anything with her. She was in her own head and believing her own opinions about everything. Not listening to anyone else and holding onto that coat of ignorance for a long time.

Until the right man took it off for her.

At least I'd like to think that's what I am for her. She doesn't get nasty for just anyone else but, when she does, it's usually for me and I love to see it. Remembering the second time we tried to have sex and her guard was up for most of the time.

We were at my apartment and she was not letting go. Though we've already had sex before, she still wouldn't do anything with me. All I could do was sit back and not pressure her. Let her come out of her shell on her own.

That's when she stripped out of her designer clothes and asked me to touch her. When my fingertips touched her cool skin, she flinched and closed her eyes tightly. Her small chest rose and fell in nervousness. Eventually, her skin grew warmer with goosebumps trailing down her arms and she let me go further. With every time we had sex, she opened herself up to me to the point where she's unashamed of letting me take control.

So, if I'm not sitting in this VIP section for a new girl, then what the hell am I doing here again? Trent got to go home so, why can't I leave again?

"Aye, Bryce! Look, man! Check this shit out! Look at that ass. Picture that shit on the dick, bro!"

Oh right...that's why I'm here.

Tiff said to come and show him some support because no one else wants to. When you try so hard to keep your friend on the straight and narrow but he like to curve and keep his options open...while engaged to someone else.

Brian was supposed to be having a bachelor's party since he's getting married soon but kept smacking asses and kissing these hoes as if he were still single, ready to mingle, and make his jingle bells jingle for the ladies. This isn't the type of bachelor's party I'd want. He makes me not want one. Tiff will rip my ass a new one and I can't ruin a good thing like the last time.

Maybe my lips should stay closed since I've also sinned myself.

Bryce, just because you've sinned doesn't mean you're still down that path. You were down but you got up and you need to help your friend up as well.

Sometimes, I wonder why the hell he's even engaged. He can't put his stupid ways away in a trash bag and throw them in the trash for anybody. Not even for a woman like Rena. How in the world was I supposed to support this?

Don't put him down, just teach him to do better. That's probably why you're here in the first place, Bryce.

Before getting up to talk to him, I was caught by a busty blonde with her hand wrapping her hand around my arm. A light smirk grew on her face as her eyelids lowered over her sky-blue eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing. This had to be the devil at work.

"Seems like you guys need a little help there."

"Well, yeah. If you could help me find an exit, that would be most helpful," my lips opened in frustration while running my fingers through my hair and making sure she saw the thin engagement band on my finger. Tiffany wanted one on my finger so everyone knew that I was taken and a smile appeared on my face every time I looked at the silver band.

They knew this man was about to be married and they were pushing into the doghouse more and more. Honestly, I shouldn't have been here. What are the odds of someone from church coming in here and seeing me in this club? If they saw me in this place...

"Leaving so soon though? You haven't stayed for that long."

Her fingers lingered up and down my chest and it burned like a bad sunburn on my chest. This is why we have sunscreen or, in my case, a band on my finger.

Slapping her hand away from my chest and pushing her away, she snickered a bit before opening her white button-up blouse for us to get good peek at her held-together breasts.

Brian's dark chocolate eyes peeped over my shoulder and widened at the site while mine...

Hell, mine even widened because those things couldn't have been real the way they were just sitting up like that. She didn't even have a bra on and they were way larger than Tiffany's.

As a Christian man, I had to address this. It was wrong. However, as a 25-year-old young man, I couldn't help but observe. My anxiousness grew trying to figure out which way to go: the exit or stay at this party. That blonde's manicured nail twirled through her curled locks as she smiled a bit. Yeah, she was trying to catch the last bit of old Bryce that popped up at times like this.

Bryce, get the fuck out of your own head. Snap out of it.

"You got one minute to speak to me before I smash this better-looking version of your nagging ass fiancée."

And those words that came from Brian's lips took me out of my lingering thoughts. I had already sinned at the sight of this woman but good thing it was only a look. Brian took me out of my old ways so fast.

He had the audacity to call out my future wife that he's messed with before. He couldn't get away with any of that.

"Say it again with your chest, Brian. You weren't saying that when you were messing with my nagging fiancée years ago-"

"She wasn't even that good, bro. I'm surprised she's even getting married," he chuckled while looking past me and watching that blonde behind me. Help me, Lord. Unless you want me to punch this guy.

"You know what? I'll make this fast since your brain's milk deep in that woman's tits. You've obviously forgotten that you're getting married soon and the last thing you need to be doing is bumping uglies with Daisy Duke here."

My words took him out of his trance and those eyebrows furrowed so fast because he was called out.

Clearing his throat, he spoke with "You're a Christian, correct? So, you should already know that we're technically single until marriage. I'm at liberty, under the eyes of God, to do whatever the hell I want to do and no one can say shit. If I'm not mistaken, you're in the same situation as I am. Still single until marriage. Now you can either join the party or go back to that ranting hussy of yours at home. I'll be sure to tell her of your 'support'."

He moved around me and started towards that woman behind me until "You know what, Brian? It's a good thing you aren't dating Rena. When you find someone you want to be serious with, you don't juggle other women's titties or make out with them as if you were going to get them in bed. Rena doesn't deserve your games. She deserves way more than this. If you're doing this to Gina, there's no telling what you'd do to a woman like Rena."

Brian turned around to me slowly as that busty woman buttoned her shirt up again and walked off. A word was sitting in my chest so I continued with "Stop agreeing to be serious with these women then jump ship whenever you feel like it. This is why you couldn't stay with Rena. You haven't grown from your mistakes yet. Oh, and talk about my fiancée like that again and you won't have to worry about the devil raising hell in this bitch."

Walking away got so much easier with every word that fell from my lips. When someone or something I care about is disrespected, I feel disrespected then get really disrespectful. Tiffany wasn't a topic that should have been brought up with him. She may still be hated by many but her name isn't allowed in anyone's mouth like that.

Looking up from my phone, my eyes fell on a concerned-looking Brian. As if I just said the wrong shit to him. Good.

"You just had to bring Rena in this. I'm not marrying her and she's not even here, bro. All I wanted to do was have a good time and then you bring up the Rena situation. It's already hard on me, man. Damn...come on."

He seemed pissed off but I guess that meant the party was over. Once again, that's a good thing.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes in annoyance just to march out of the VIP section. I followed behind with a complete grin on my face because I never thought my preaching would make him want to leave.

Hated that his bachelor's party was ruined but it was well-deserved. Even though Gina was an ass, she didn't deserve to be cheated on. If my memory serves me correctly, God deals with women like her.

Once we got to the exit, Brian went to talk to the club owner while the blonde chased us down and touched my arm one more time, saying "Is there anything I can do to make you guys feel better?"

Her acrylic nails dug into my skin and that's when I had it. The eye-batting, the flirting, etc. She was trying too hard and it was bugging the hell out of me. Giving it up so easily as if I wanted her. I swear that there are these kinds of females out there that want to be taken seriously and this is how they show that to a man.

"You can do something for me. You know where St. John Baptist Church is? Meet me there tomorrow. You need a lot of prayer."

****

Coming home to a stressed fiancée frightened me. Tiff had been like this for weeks since just finding out about that Arturo guy was coming to the fashion office. She's been trying to impress her lead designer ever since she started this job but it seems as if she can never get ahead.

Tiff is one of those designers that puts blood, sweat, and tears into her work. She goes above and beyond for the big bosses that just don't care about her. She makes a big deal about their opinions but let her sister tell her she looks like a tree stump in one of her designs and she'll make sure that Carmon knows she looks like a dying mushroom. That's my girl for ya.

As soon as I stepped in the house at two in the morning, Tiff was tears deep in her new design. She wanted everything to be perfect but didn't like anything she came up with.

"Babe, what are you still doing up? You need to get some sleep," I called, walking into the living room and moving closer to her desk.

Her painted nails ran through her soft blonde long hair in agony and built-up stress but I knew how to take care of that stress. She just had to open up and let me do it.

"How can I sleep with this upcoming fashion show stuck in my mind? Arturo will be there and I have to make sure he sees something from me. This is a chance for me to use my voice, baby. Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now."

"Tiff, this job is not your life. You've lost sleep, you've barely eaten, you stay at this desk like it's your new home and make me regret getting it for you. You know what?"

My hands lifted her by her hips and threw her over my shoulder like a jacket. Taking her up the stairs, I could feel her beating on my back and shouting for me to put her down.

When you're sick of your future wife putting their temporary job over you, being fed up is an understatement. This is something she's put too much time into and needs a break.

She grew to realize that she wasn't being put down yet and stopped fighting me off. We eventually got to the bedroom and I placed her on the bed.

"So, I guess you want some attention now, huh?" she said with a maddening look on her face. Tiff was breathing heavily, but she was tired. Running out of energy everyday for the past two weeks.

What caught me the most was the way her face changed. She went from frustrated to begging for my love with those sea blue eyes I just love to dive into.

"I can't lie. That's one of the reasons why you're on this bed right now. You need some time to breathe, so take it off."

Walking back to sit in her makeup chair, I saw her sit up from the bed and look at me confused. As if she didn't understand the demanding words that fell from my lips. Yeah, I said it.

"Excus-"

"Take. It. Off. Now."

My eyes looked into hers deeply making her face fall like those panties need to do. Those words made her to quickly take off her own creation in a hurry.

Tiff enjoys wearing her own clothes to promote her work and she's had a few inquiries, but it's never enough for her. She always wants more.

Seeing her in her bra and underwear, I demanded "Keep all of that on and come here."

She responded to my requests so quickly because that wall falls every time when I get a bit demanding.

Watching her walk in her heels the way I like it was the most pleasing thing that came to my sight. Her see-through nude bra and thong to match had me thinking of plenty of ways to get them off.

Hair all over her face and walking over to me slowly with each step, she smiled sensually at me. My eyes wondered her petite body while she came closer to me. Though Tiff wasn't your curvy cutie, she still dripped with self-assurance and felt comfortable in her own skin. I loved every bit of that.

My teeth latched onto the strings of her thong with a quick squeal from Tiff. Like she's never felt that before and my friend down low made a special appearance. Must've caught onto a bit of her skin.

Moving my tongue up from her exposed hip to the wire of her bra, I played with the clips as she shivered under my touch. The goosebumps popped on her arm as her bra dropped to the floor. I worked on tying her wrists behind her with her thong. Don't judge me though. That's how we get down and had nothing else accessible to me.

My mouth wrapped around her nipple and that's how the once dominant woman became the eager submissive.