Chapter 34: The Preparation

ONE HOUR TO THE WEDDING

"How much do you remember now?" Jorginho asked as he helped Markris with the knotting of his tie.

Markris shrugged. "The last memory of last night is following Ariana outside."

"Hmmm. So what did she tell you?"

Markris moved his mouth to speak but quickly shut it. "I can't remember." He lied through his teeth and promptly turned around to pick up his suit jacket from the bed.

Jorginho didn't believe him for a moment, but he wouldn't push it if Markris did not feel like confiding in him.

"Just to fill in the blanks, when you came in, you ordered a whole barrel of drinks. You got so drunk you couldn't move, so we had to take you to a hotel." Jorginho explained, styling his hair.

"Huh? That's how I got to the hotel. What about the drinks and lingeries on the floor?" His brow raised, interest piqued.

"Two words, Bruce and Steve."

"Oh." Markris nodded. Oddly, he felt a knot lifting off his chest. He had been too disgusted even to imagine himself going wild with girl