Chapter 9: Contact
May 31. Friday. I decided to call the grooms to let the pair know that I would be attending the wedding with an adorable city bear who just happened to be my best friend’s boyfriend.
Although I phoned Andrew’s cellular, Brice picked up and rattled off, “Hello, Benry,” in a rather arrogant tone.
Brice Rothshire was born in wealth, the only child to Wendy and Timothy Rothshire. He attended Yale, graduated with a business degree and high honors, lost his mother and father in a fatal car accident in New Hope, and now operated his daddy’s business. He was a monster in size, very much like a grizzly, and sported a very big c**k, which Andrew fell in love with. Brice was thirty-five-years-old, was mature and serious, and unreasonably stuffy at times, but always desirous of m
