Convincing her

The girls ended up getting drunk as well, and even got lap dances from the strippers. In contrast, the guys were in a complicated mood. At some point, James even borrowed a cigarette from Jason, even though he hadn't smoked in a long time. 

"Get dressed," he ordered as he threw a shirt to one of the muscled dancers and his frown got even worse. Just thinking of how his crazy girlfriend would react from seeing a bunch of muscled guys dancing with the balls barely covered put him in a bad mood. 

After the male strippers left, Jason was left feeling awkward as he internally swore to demote the person who procured a bunch of male strippers for their group of straight men. 

Compared to the men, the girls were even more excited than they had been after Leanna's bridal shower. Jen forgot to take the keycard to their room, but fortunately, Lucas had already returned home before she had. When he opened the front door, he was greeted by a smiling Jen. 

"You didn't drink, did you?" Lucas asked, and Jen looked at him incredulously in response. How could she even think of drinking while she was pregnant? It was fortunate that the female strippers were enough of a distraction to her friends to make them forget about forcing her to drink.

"Of course, I didn't. On the contrary, you look like you didn't have enough to drink. 

"I think Jason and Laura got the same person to recruit strippers, and they ended up mixing up the orders," Lucas revealed honestly. Jen, who was already getting undressed, paused her actions and laughed uncontrollably. 

"So, you got a bunch of male strippers?" Jen asked as she undressed herself. She was not worried about getting taken advantage of since Lucas was not going to do anything to her till after the wedding. 

"Does that matter?" Lucas asked, and there was a long period of silence. 

"Of course it matters. I learned quite a few tricks tonight. It's too bad that we can't do anything since we promised that we won't do anything racy until after the wedding, Jen said and turned around to look at Lucas, who was not hiding the fact that he was staring at her. She had only been wearing a short dress, so now that she had removed it, she was left with just her underwear. 

"I can't wait for you to show them to me," Lucas said, his eyes focussing on her body. 

"I'm going to take a shower," Jen said when she started feeling uncomfortable. 

"No, wait!" Lucas said and caught her arm without thinking. 

"What's wrong?" Jen asked as she turned to look at him. 

"I want to look at you for a bit longer. I need to remove the image that is still stuck in my head," Lucas said, and Jen laughed at him. She had yet to meet the male strippers, but from what she had experienced today, she knew that the strippers from Country M were generally much more explicit in comparison to the ones back home. 

"What do I get in return?" Jen asked as she folded her hands in front of her chest, raising her already enticing cleavage even higher. 

"I can let you look too if you want," Lucas suggested as he got ready to pull down his sweatpants. Jen quickly stopped and looked at him with narrowed eyes. She was amused and annoyed at the same time. Lucas smiled when he saw her complicated expression and took her in his arms. Jen let him hug her and couldn't help but feel comfortable when their skin touched. 

"Tomorrow, at a time like this..." Jen said, trailing off. 

"You'll become Mrs. Lewis," Lucas said as he buried his face in her hair. 

"Speaking of tomorrow, I have an early day so I should sleep soon," Jen said as she stepped back and out of his arms. She ran to the bathroom while Lucas chuckled as he watched her flee. She had tried to hide it but he had seen her reddened cheeks before she had turned away. 

* 

Sofiya returned to her hotel room. She was trying hard not to stumble around as she walked, as she had had too much to drink. It had been a while since she had had so much fun just hanging out with a bunch of girlfriends. Her sisters were too busy and serious and Michael... was Michael. Now that he had gotten himself a girlfriend, she even had a harder time seeing him. 

She swiped the keycard to the suite she was sharing with Jason and before she could turn the doorknob; the door had already opened. She was already pulled inside before she even had time to react. There was no one that was more disappointed tonight than Jason and all the guys amused themselves at his expense, especially James. 

"Jason?" she called as she tried to orient herself. 

"Baby, don't say anything," Jason answered as he carried her to the living room. Sofiya wasn't sure about what happened but from what she has learned from being with Jason over the past few months, was that he was very dramatic. 

"What happened?" Sofiya asked once he sat down and settled her on his lap. She was accommodating him because she was in a good mood... from being drunk. 

"I feel much better just from holding you like this," Jason said as he buried his face in her neck and Sofiya couldn't help but smile at how cheesy he was being. 

"Is that so?" she asked as she patted his head, which now had light purple hair. She had already forgotten that there was something wrong.

"Mmmh, although a kiss would make me feel even better," Jason said as he pecked her lips out of nowhere. 

"You didn't even let me remove my shoes," Sofiya changed the topic and lifted her leg to prove her point. 

"They look so good on you," Jason said as he held her leg before looking at her once more. He took this opportunity to pull her even closer to himself and Sofiya found herself leaning heavily against his bare chest. 

"Why does this situation feel strange?" Sofiya asked as she struggled to sit up. It took a while, but she finally managed to do so. She looked at Jason, who had an amused smile on his face as he watched her struggle to sit up, the dimple on his left cheek showing. Sofiya looked at his face and poked his dimple before looking into his grey eyes. 

"Why is this man so handsome?" she asked out loud and this time, Jason couldn't stop himself from laughing. This was the first time he had ever seen Sofiya drunk since they started dating, and he had to admit that she was very cute. 

"Were you having an inner monologue or did you intend to say it out loud?" Jason asked, and watched with a smile as her eyes widened. 

"Will you give this handsome man a kiss?" Jason asked and Sofiya transferred her gaze from his grey eyes to his lips that were slightly parted. She looked at them as if she was seriously considering his proposal. 

"Why are you so cute?" Jason asked as he held her chin and leaned forward so that their lips almost met. 

"Well?" Jason asked, as if urging her to make a decision. With him being so close to her, how could Sofiya, whose judgement was already so severely impaired by alcohol, resist?