Down to check on Matt

I dressed in my tux, while visions of Dani and me fucking wildly coursed through my head. I had to watch cartoons on the hotel television for twenty minutes to get my hard-on to go down. I went down and met Matt at his room. Matt was rather hung over, but was mostly dressed.

“So, which stripper did you bed? The Latina? The redhead?” I said, irritation coloring my voice.

“You found out about that? Who told? Did Johnny rat me out?” Matt asked.

“No, your little tryst told Michelle and tried to stop the wedding. She and her mom are having none of it, and the wedding is going on as planned. But you’ve hurt her now, and she’ll probably take a long time in fully trusting you, if I know Michelle.” I was mad at him for hurting Michelle. I obviously still cared for her, or I wouldn’t be upset.

"I was drunk and it was my last night single. It was the redhead," he answered.

“Well, just don’t go around cheating on her once you’re married. She’ll boot you out like last week’s trash, and I won’t blame her.” I was cooling off now, since we had a wedding to put on. We had about two hours before the wedding. I mixed Matt a drink, a little weak, to help his headache and gave him some aspirin. Then I gave him two hotel glasses of water. They weren’t very big. He sat down to watch some TV and I went through what clothes remained to get on him. Then I noticed the cummerbund, a wide sash used instead of a belt on expensive tuxes like ours. I didn’t have mine as I’d left it accidentally in my room.

“I don’t have my cummerbund. I’ll be right back. Don’t fuck any chambermaids while I’m gone,” I said tartly. I headed up to the room.

As I fumbled around looking for the purple sash, there was a knock at the door.