Page 6 of Resisting Your Love

"Cousin, you about to be married, ain't it?" Zyanna nudged me. I wanted to push her out of my face.

"Man, don't say that shit to me. You, as well as I, know that shit's not real."

She shrugged with a laugh along with River. They had stopped by my house to check up on me. I didn't want to see them if I had to be honest. I wanted to be alone in my thoughts. The thought of becoming a married man in two weeks made my stomach hurt.

"Have you met your fiancée yet? How does she look?" River asked.

I glared at him. "Why does it matter to you?"

He shrugged. "I just want to know if she's ugly or not."

He and Zyanna shared a laugh. I was ready to kick their asses out of my house. They were playing around a little too much for my liking.

"I don't know what the hell to do." I ran a hand down my face.

"That doesn't answer my question."

I sighed deeply, reaching for the water bottle that sat on the coffee table. "No, she's not ugly at all. Truthfully, she's fine as hell. I did her tattoo before I knew she was going to be my wife."

"Aww, look at the way he just said wife," Zyanna teased.

"Shut the hell up. You know what I meant," I snapped.

Zyanna picked up the chips that were on the table. "And didn't. You never know, cousin. This might work out. You do have three years with her. Plus, you said that she's fine. You never know."

"I don't want to know," I muttered.

They shared another laugh.

"Have y'all decided where she'll be living?" River asked.

I dropped my head to my chest. "She'll be living with me. Something I'm not looking forward to. I've never had someone in my space before. I've been getting one of the rooms ready for her arrival."

"Damn, Auntie and Uncle Travis weren't playing any games," Zyanna voiced.

And they weren't. I hadn't talked to them since this happened and wasn't planning on it either.

My mother had been calling me, but I ignored her.

I knew sooner or later, they'd be paying me a house visit.

I wasn't looking forward to it. They had put me in an awkward situation like that was okay.

They hadn't thought about the effect this would have on my life or how this situation would make me feel.

They only thought of themselves. Not once have they asked me how I felt about the situation.

"Aye, we need to throw you a bachelor party. It can be the last night you fuck on something. What do you say?"

Zyanna and I cut our eyes at River. What he was saying wasn't a bad idea, but I didn't want to do that. I mean, it would be good to fuck something for the last time until I was free again to do so.

"A bachelor party does sound nice, but I don't want to fuck on anything. What would be the point?" I asked, folding my arms.

"To know that you won't be fucking on anything in the next three years."

I pointed my finger at him. "You got a point."

Zyanna scoffed. "Y'all are disgusting."

"Aye, let's set that shit up," I told him.

He nodded. "Word, let's do it."

We got to planning, leaving Zyanna to shake her head at us.