2X The Heat (2X The Pleasure 1)

It was because I was scared. Of so many things. Stuff probably could not have. But it almost was a bad thing, in this case.

“Because at some point I won’t want just half of you.”

Chapter Twenty Five: Tristan

“I can’t believe I have to wear this, man.”

I looked like a fucking monkey. Why would he choose a suit jacket with tails? Were we in Mary fucking Poppins?

“It’s classy. Gab insisted.”

Of course, she did. The tailor only laughed. Levi could not get away from work, so we met the tailor in his office. Levi had been on and off the phone the entire time.

The court date was today, and the rehearsal dinner was tonight. So, after today, he would be done with all of this.

“Of course, she did.” I looked at myself in the mirror. I did not even like suits, let alone three pieces with a fucking tail jacket.

Groomsmen get the worst of it.

“How is shit with you? You haven’t said anything?” he asked.

The tailor pricked me a few times, but in his defense, I was moving around a lot.

“Fine. I guess. Who did you all invite?”

He shrugged. “No clue, her family of course. Sasha and Bryan are coming. The whole city might be coming since the reception is in that ballroom.”

He might be right. Gab had a lot of people she could invite at work too. I just wanted to do my duty and slip out the back. Maybe take Emilia with me.

“My parents are coming. You’re like their second son.” I joked, though I was mostly serious.

Levi did not have any family. His parents died before college. When I brought him home for the holidays, my parents took a liking to him immediately.

“Yeah, your mom calls me all the time.” He chuckled.

The tailor moved on to my sleeves so I made sure I stayed extra still. I could at least be comfortable at this shindig.

“You still with the florist?” He asked.

“With her, I don’t really know. It’s casual.” I shrugged.

He shot me a look. “You don’t want anything serious.” He stated.

“Don’t think so. Not yet at least. But she wants to focus on her career. So, it works out.”

“But you like her?”

“Yeah.”

I answered shortly. I wasn’t really in the mood for it. If I kept thinking about my baby doll, I would get a hard on and the tailor wouldn’t like that very much.

“What time is the dinner again?” I asked him. He shot me a look. He did not even know.

“Fuck man, I have no clue. Let me call Gab.”

“No, don’t call her. She’ll be pissed. I’ll call her.” He thanked me with his eyes.

I did not blame him anyway. He had a lot on his plate, I don’t think I would remember when it was either. I rang her, and she answered on the last ring.