You give Ryan a call

"Hello?"

"Hey Ryan, it's Suzy."

"Suzy! How've you been? I was just thinking about you. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Yep, about five years. Dave and I have been doing really well. I'm away for business right now and was just reminiscing about old times."

"That's great. I'm away from home right now too. I'm... um... getting married, actually."

This is a bit of a shock to you. While you feel happy, if a bit surprised, that he has finally found someone to settle down with, you can't help but feel a little betrayed that you weren't invited and that he was backing out of his end of your agreement.

"That's... that's terrific! When's the wedding. I'm not interrupting it, am I?"

He laughs nervously, "Not at all! It's tomorrow. Look, I really wanted to invite you, but the bride vetoed about half of my guest list."

"Let me guess. That was the 'gorgeous women I've fucked' column of your list, right?"

"Two columns, but yeah," he jokes, making you giggle. That seems to set him at ease.

The two of you chat for a few more minutes about his wedding tomorrow, the bride, your business trip, and life in general. You had never actually planned on holding him to his promise that you would be the last person he would fuck before his wedding, but now you're feeling disappointed that you've missed your chance.

Just as you're finishing a quick breakfast at the hotel restaurant, your phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Derek, Ryan's best man. Is this Suzy Jones?"

"Yes, it is."

"Great. Listen, Ryan doesn't know I have his phone, so we don't have much time. I know about the agreement you had with Ryan, and he really wanted to hold up his end of the bargain. He was crushed when the bride said he couldn't invite you, more so than any other name she struck from the list. From what he just told me about your conversation, your business trip and his wedding are happening in the same city, and his bachelor party is tonight. Would you be willing to come as a surprise guest?"

You're absolutely floored by this. What an incredible coincidence! You couldn't possibly turn this down.

"Of course! I wouldn't miss it for the world," you tell Derek excitedly.

"Fantastic! I'll send you a text from my phone with the details. Oh, Ryan is coming! Gotta go. Bye."

Click.

About two minutes later you receive a text from an unknown number with the time and location of the party. You should have plenty of time after today's conference agenda to freshen up and make it there. After you save Derek's number to your contacts, you slip your phone back into your purse and walk into the conference room with a smile on your face and an extra spring in your step.