FABIO
I wasn't sure whether I felt f*****g awesome—I had essentially just dumped my fiancée in a posh s*x club back room—or more fired up and frustrated than I had in a long time.
Stupid Cassy.
Her quickie act seemed like punishment for spending this Bachelor's Party in Vegas based on how she left. But, honestly, if I knew my fiance at all, I would have known that, regardless of our position in the marketing industry, she thought the idea of a fabricated romantic vacation was absolutely absurd.
She obviously leaped at the chance to play a little game and leave me in her preferred mood: fired up and irate.
Moreover, Bry. Had he realized Cassandra would make such a cruel joke about me? And if he did, well, that was actually a touch weird and personal. I would have to either beat his ass
