for sure, he’s got great taste in women and Irish whiskey. I wouldn’t have spent over a hundred bucks on him except he’s getting married soon.
Whatever he’s working on must be important. I clear my throat. “You better finish that up or we’ll be late.” He puts down his pen, looks up at me, and smiles. “Late? I’m never late. Besides we have hours before the rehearsal.”
“You’re not thinking straight. Friday traffic is fucking crazy.” I pull the bottle of whiskey from behind my back and place it on top of Zack’s paperwork. “We have to drink to the end of your bachelor days before we leave for the church.”
“Open it,” Zack says. “Where’s Slider?” Justin Locke, better known as Slider, is our partner. Together, we own three nightclubs. We each have other businesses that we individually own, but the clubs are for fun.
“On his way.” I open the whiskey while Zack grabs three glasses from his minibar and sits them in front of me. I pour, and the aroma of vanilla, lemon, and other stuff I can’t identify finds its way to my nose. “Fuck, this stuff even smells expensive.”
“It’s worth every penny,” Slider says, walking in just in time to grab a glass. “Zack made a believer out of me.”
The three of us sit and sip our drinks. This shit is really good but I can’t admit it just yet. I raise my glass. “A toast to the groom. He suffers from a terminal disease called Morgan. He placed his balls in Morgan’s hands and now they belong to her for life.”
“You say that at the wedding and I’ll kick your ass,” Zack says with a laugh.
“I wouldn’t dare. You two were made for each other.”
“True.” Slider knocks his drink back in one gulp. “We’ll miss you.”
Zack refills our glasses. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m still your partner and I’ll be at Silken. Maybe not as much as in the past, but I’ll be around. Morgan is thinking about quitting her job and helping me at the club.” His phone beeps and a smile spreads across his face.
“If that’s not the look of a pussy-whipped man, I don’t know what is.” I stand to leave to give Zack some privacy but he holds a finger up while shaking his head.
He’s still grinning when he ends the call. “We’ve added a bridesmaid to the wedding festivities.” He’s looking at me. “That means you’re up.”
“Fuck no. I hate weddings.” I’m shaking my head vigorously. “You said all I have to do is be an usher. Slider is escorting Chels, and I’ll be seating people.”
“I’ll get Gabriel a tux and he can take your spot. You’ve already rented the tux so you can be a groomsman.” I open my mouth but don’t get the chance to speak. “I’m not going to tell Morgan that Kayla can’t be a bridesmaid. So, you’re in.”
My jaw drops and my dick jerks. “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. So she’s back?”
“Who’s Kayla?” Slider asks.
“Yes. She and Morgan are spending the day together. She’s fucking thrilled to have her friend back.”
“Who’s Kayla?” Slider asks again.
“Don’t you think me walking her down the aisle will be a little awkward for her? Fuck, I still think it was something I did that set her off.” I hold my hand up to stop Zack. “I was into her hot and heavy, and she knew it.”
Slider slaps the top of Zack’s desk. “Who the fuck is Kayla?”
Zack and I turn and look at Slider as if we’d forgotten his presence. Zack takes a sip of whiskey, lingering as if enjoying the taste. He’s sweating Slider since he’s pissed. A few seconds pass. “What was your question?”
I laugh, Zack takes another sip, and Slider says, “Fuck you. I’ll just sit here and drink your whiskey.”
Zack finally leans back in his chair and laughs. “She was at Club Silken as my guest when she got called home. It was some kind of family thing. All I know is she’s back and is going to be part of the wedding.”
“How do you know her?” Slider asks me.
“I was at the club the night she came as Zack and Morgan’s guest. I gave her a tour, stopping to watch several scenes. The woman was turned on and into it until we stopped to watch a caning. I’m wrapped around her like an octopus, and she suddenly rushed off to the bathroom. End of story. I never saw her again.”
“You’ll see her