I woke up the next day around eleven, which I admit was pretty late. I seriously had no idea I was that tired. As soon as I threw my legs over the bed my phone rang. It was Sarah. I contemplated whether I should pick up because her calling at this hour meant she wanted something.

I groaned placing the phone next to my ear; already regretting answering. "What's up Bridezilla?" She hadn't really shown any bridezilla diva behavior, but I knew it was bound to happen eventually.

"Hey, did I just wake you? You sound groggy."

"No it's this new sultry voice I'm trying out. Is it turning you on?" I got up and headed to the bathroom.

Sarah giggled. "Definitely, so how did it go yesterday? I saw you talking to Chris."

Ugh, she had to mention his name and ruin my morning. "It was peaches and cream." Yeah I lied but I did throw a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

"Good I'm so glad because I have to ask you something."

I knew it. Sometimes I think it's scary how well I know my friends. "What is it, boo bear?"

"So um how much do you love me?"

Telling by her nervousness I knew I wasn't going to like this. "Not enough to end up in jail." I put the phone on speaker so I could splash my face with water and really wake myself up.

"My mother wants to go shopping to buy a dress for the wedding and I completely forgot I was supposed to take Chris to get his suit fitting."

I did not like where this was going.

"I was wondering if you could possibly take him."

"What? Why me? Make Michael go; it's his cousin. Or Dania, Aaron or even Clark," Anyone but me, please.

"I already asked them and they're busy. Plus I don't trust anyone else with this task. You're my MOH. You know what I like and my expectations for my wedding."

This couldn't be happening. Was God really trying to punish me? What did I do? Maybe he wanted to test my patience or sanity. Come up with something; think, think. "I don't think I can. I have to um wash my cat today."

Damn I panicked and came up with the most stupid excuse.

"Laura, you lost your cat two weeks ago," her morbid voice was annoyed.

"Then why would you bring that up? You know how much I loved him." Maybe the sympathy card would get me out of this mess.

"Laura," she shouted into the phone.

"Okay, okay I'll do it but I don't understand why he can't go by himself. He's an adult."

I think I heard her clapping for joy. "Yay! I need you there to make sure it's the right fit and color. My cousin got fitted for the wrong suit for my brother's wedding. That can't happen to me."

"Oh," that would suck. "Okay."

"Thank you. The appointment's in an hour. So don't be late."

"Yeah, yeah." I was really regretting answering the phone today.

"Laura, play nice. We need a best man at the wedding."

That title didn't suit him. It was more like best a-hole.

A few minutes later I pulled up in front of Chris' grandparents' house. He was staying with them while he was visiting. How cute. I heard he was really close to them. Lucky him; I only had one grandfather living now and he moved away to get married again after less than a year after my grandmother was buried.

I patiently waited ten minutes before he waltzed out of the screen door with a stern look on his face. He actually made me wait on him. Did he think I had nothing better to do? I think we're going to be late.

He got into my BMW and said nothing. I was still too tired and somewhat pissed to actually greet him. I was not a morning person. I didn't expect him to start conversation especially after the interest he showed last night.

I softly played the radio and forced myself not to hum along. After what felt like an hour he finally spoke.

"Nice ride."

I jerked my head to the side. Did he just say something nice to me? Maybe he felt bad about blowing me off yesterday.

"A M3 would have gotten us there already."

And he was back to being a jerk face. I knew it was too good to be true.

"If you were ready when I got to your place then we would have been there already."

He chuckled, but it was the mocking, yeah right kind of chuckle. "Maybe," his deep velvet voice pulled my eyes off the road.

His green eyes were staring out the window while his fingers were tapping his phone. That baby blue shirt made his flawless tan skin look so good and touchable. His lean bulging biceps looked like they were sculpted by Michael Angelo. How could someone so perfect-looking be so spiteful? Life was twisted, cruel, and mean.

I saw the men's warehouse come into view and I sighed in relief. The sooner we got this over with the sooner I could get rid of him.

We walked in and surprisingly he held the door open for me. I half expected him to let it swing back and hit my face. Yet, to my surprise and shock he didn't. I suppose some mannerism could be restored to him.

A girl in a tight black pencil skirt in her twenties greeted us. No scratch that, greeted him. The tall, blonde and long legged girl greeted just him. To her defense there was no one else in the suit shop. Who makes an appointment so early in the day? Wait, it was already noon.

"How may I help you?" She bit her bottom lip while playing with her pen. I wish that pen would bust in her mouth already.

"We're here for the Compton wedding. He needs a fitting for his tux." I answered as sweetly as I could.

"Of course. Let me just get the measuring tape," she said looking Chris up and down like a fat kid would with cake.

Oh gosh, only God knows how much fun or how profession she'll be "measuring" him.

She came back wearing the biggest grin I had ever seen. Oh wow, I really didn't want to see this. I turned and went for the couch next to the fitting rooms. I popped out my phone and started to play angry birds. I glanced up every once in a while and watched as the skinny blonde tried to flirt and bat her eyes at him.

Surprisingly Chris didn't give her much attention or flirt back like I thought he would. But then again I never recalled him ever giving a girl the time of day. I think he only had two girlfriends since I've known him, but I didn't know him personally so who knew how many girls he had hooked up with.

After twenty minutes Chris was finally wearing the tux Sarah picked out for the groomsmen. Oh boy, my eyes roamed his body like he was the sweetest eye candy on the planet. From head to toe dressed to perfection, Chris wore a royal purple undershirt and a dark gray stripped tux.

I think I was drooling a little but I was definitely not as bad as the blonde. Her eyes were freakishly popped out of their sockets practically devouring Chris from existence. Ewww, and the way she was licking her lips was seriously tasteless and unattractive.

Chris laid his eyes on me and shrugged. "How do I look?"

Snap out of it Laura. I got up off the couch to examine him better. "He's missing the vest," I said not even sparing a look at the blonde.

"Right, I'll go get it."

"That would be a good idea," I rolled my eyes.

I turned towards the table of ties and picked the one Sarah and I decided worked with the outfit. I handed him the dark charcoal tie and he took it, throwing it over his neck. But instead of tying it he stared at it for a moment like he was working on an equation.

I kinda wanted to laugh. He didn't know how to tie a tie. Be nice, Laura. I hopped onto the platform not realizing it was made for only one person to stand on. I was incredibly too close to his body, maybe an inch or two away. I swallowed my anxiousness down and whisked the tie from his hands.

"Let me."

Chris raised his chin a bit to give me room as I twisted and flipped the tie into a beautiful knot. He smelt so damn good. It was a manly musk scent, kind of like the Irish Spring soap.

Breathe, breathe.

I was surprised I wasn't shaking from nervousness. I may have been unapproachable but Chris beat me by a long shot. He was downright intimidating. As soon as I finished I jumped off the platform. I wondered if acting like he was diseased offended him.

In that second the blonde came back with the vest in hand. She helped him in it and then he move to the mirror, smoothing down random spots.

Chris ended up frowning. Why? I couldn't possibly predict.

"I think this is the most feminine color I have ever worn."

I couldn't help the next words that came out of my mouth. "You think it questions your sexuality?" I laughed. "I'm sure all the guys will be asking for your number."

His hard eyes darted towards me through the mirror. "Because we know they won't be asking for yours." His cold insulting words hit me like ice.

Ok, now it was official. I detested and despised Chris Compton just as much as I hated Hitler. Maybe more.

"Because they know they wouldn't be getting it anyway."

My patience was seriously out the window. How could you be decent with this guy? You can't. The blonde massaged her hands over his body, most likely coughing up a feel while pretending to fix his vest.

"Trust me sir; no one will be questioning your sexuality in this tux. You pull it off far too well for any girl to resist." She batted her eyes at him again.

That's right Barbie let's just blow up his balloon head to the size of Africa.

"Just make sure it's ready in a month," I said already stomping towards the exit.

As soon as the wind hit my face I felt better. Now all I had to do was get him home in one piece and this nightmare would be over. My cell phone began to vibrant and I watched in turmoil as Sarah's name flashed across the screen.

My indifference was battling my duty as a friend and maid of honor. She'd only get terribly mad if I ignored her call. Last time I picked up she stabbed me with a thorn, a thorn by the name of Chris freakin Compton. I couldn't imagine what more disastrous things she'd add to this.

"If you're calling to ask how things are going just save your breath," I was going to spare her the details.

"So everything went well," her voice sounded anxious and optimistic.

I was already getting suspicious. "Yeah the tux fits him fine."

"Good, good that's good." She was rambling; never a good sign. "So I was wondering if you can do me another small favor."

Oh man I knew I shouldn't have picked up. Will I ever learn? "How small are we talking about?"

"Ok, so I kind of forgot I had a cake tasting appointment in like five minutes and I'm an hour away."

I shook my head. What was up with her today? "So what do you want me to do about that? It's your wedding. I can't exactly pick out which cake you'll have."

"Oh come on Laura you're a beast when it comes to cakes and stuff." She was right I loved to bake. "All you need to do is pick out three flavors you think we'll like. Narrow down our options."

What sounded better than stuffing my face with chocolate cake? Honestly after this morning I deserved it for the torture she put me through. But I was forgetting one major problem, I had Chris with me.

I think Sarah noticed my hesitation and quickly spoke again. "You won't have to go far. The place is right next door to where you are. The owner is a sweet lady and I'd feel horrible canceling on her."

I turned to scan the small shops surrounding me and my eyes landed on the only bakery on the stripe. It looked like a cute mom and pop shop with a vintage style feel to it.

"Is it called 'Sweet Sins'?"

"Yes that's the one. Do you see it?"

I shut my eyes. Can I lie because truthfully I wasn't seeing it now? "Yeah I see it." I wish I didn't.

"So you'll go?" She was sounding really enthusiastic.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you? You planned out this day with appointments so I'd be stuck with Chris. This is your sick way of getting us to bond."

She was silent which confirmed my greatest suspicion. Sarah was a traitor. I suppose she meant well though.

"It's cake Laura. You can be nice and bond over cake. Please..."

I rolled my eyes. She had no idea what kind of person Chris truly was, maybe no one did.

"So...." Sarah waited anxiously on the line for my reply.

She was more of a clever mastermind than I gave her credit for.

Just then Chris walked out of the store. He looked a little tense but I brushed it off especially when he was giving me that irritated look.

I glanced at the cake shop again. "Fine but don't expect to have coconut cake because you know I hate coconuts." I cringed at the thought.

"That's totally cool. I don't like coconut that much either. "

"Okay. We'll go. Bye." I hung up before she could give me her little happy dance through the phone.

Chris raised his brow, just waiting for me to explain. Can I leave him in the car like I would a dog? Why not? I might even leave the window cracked, maybe.

"Did something happen?" He asked with very little interest.

People like that get on my last nerve. Why do you ask if you really don't care?

"Yeah, change of plans. We have to go cake tasting since your future cousin in law forgot she had an appointment in..." I raised my phone to check the time. "Three minutes."

I started walking in the direction of the small bakery not really caring if Chris was following or not. I pulled back the glass door leading inside and I was hit with the aroma of sweet cakes and icing. Wow, this place smelled like candy land heaven and there was barely anyone here. A hefty woman with a flour covered apron appeared from behind the front counter. Her sweet smile flourished as she made her way towards us.

"Hello there," she said in a southern accent. I hated the country but somehow I had to endure it since my parents decided to live in the heart of the south.

The upside was that everyone here was supper nice. "Hello," I replied as she wiped her hands and pulled off her apron.

"My name is Flo," her eyes glistened as she took in the sight of me and Chris.

"I'm Laura and this is Chris."

Her wondering stare examined us both then her smile grew even wider. "Well aren't you two the cutest couple I ever did see."

I think I mentally choked. I honestly did not want to think of 'us' together.

"Oh Flo, that's not possible." I leaned in closer and made a wall around my mouth with my hand, blocking the view from Chris. "He plays for the other team...if you know what I mean."

Ha, I couldn't resist especially after his earlier insult. He deserved every ounce of my hate towards him.

Flo's eyes went wide as she turned back to look at Chris one more time. She looked disappointed and kind of like she didn't believe me, or at least didn't want to. I didn't want to face him but seeing his reaction did sound appealing. Chris didn't even look mad though and that seriously annoyed me. Why wasn't he at least frowning? Man, did he really have to suck out the fun in this one?

Chris began to smirk before throwing his muscular arm over my shoulder. What the heck? The warmth of his touch and the whiff of his cologne were completely throwing me off course. What was he doing?

"Now, now let's not lie to dear sweet Flo," I have never heard his voice sound so alluring before. "I forgot our anniversary last week and since then she's been extra temperamental."

Flo grinned then nodded her head in understanding. "I see. I would probably pull the same stunt if my husband forgot something that important too."

She winked my way. I was still completely and utterly confused. How did it go from claiming he was gay to us being an actual couple?

"Well I assume you're both here for some cake tasting?"

Chris jumped in. "Yeah my cousin is getting married and we're here on his behalf. Something came up and they couldn't make it. It's the Compton wedding."

"Aw yes," Flo nodded remembering the appointment. "Please follow me."

I stood my ground, not moving an inch. I did not want to stick around and play the happy couple with Chris. The most incredibly selfish, conceited, intolerable man I knew. Aw heck no.

Chris finally faced me. He had a stupid attractive smirk plastered on his face. Then out of nowhere he raised his hand to my cheek and pinched really hard.

"Come on sweet cheeks. We have some tasting to do." His arm left my shoulder and he moved to follow Flo.

I swear I heard him say chubby cheeks. My face was boiling red from the irritation he was giving me. Not to mention the burning of my cheek that his pinch caused. I was sure I had a print of his fingers visible on my face.

Breathe Laura, breathe. I promised Sarah so backing out now was totally out of the question. I groaned and stomped to the back where I saw Flo lead Chris. We entered another quaint baby blue colored room. The walls were decorated with wedding pictures; every single one with a different couple. It was cute and I enjoyed seeing the bride and groom captured in such happy moments. It made me wonder were they still happy in their marriage? I wasn't against marriage but I was a realist. Divorced was a ridiculously common thing.

Chris was already seated at what looked like the tea table from "Alice in Wonderland". A floral teapot and two teacups were neatly placed eloquently beside each other alongside vintage silverware. Chris looked completely at ease with his hands leisurely resting on the napkin on his lap. His head was tilted watching Flo place beautiful, delicious cakes in front of him.

Yeah I definitely had to disturb his peace. I sat right next to him and noticed he didn't even spear a glance my way. I raised my hand slightly under the table and smacked it down on his thigh. He flinched and jerked his head instantly, glaring down at me.

I flashed him the sweetest and most innocent smile I could muster up. "So what's first?"

His eyes narrowed into a scowl. My hand was stinging so I couldn't imagine what his throbbing thigh felt like but I hoped it hurt...a lot.

Ha-ha-ha, you know what, I might actually enjoy all this.

"I'll let you try the chocolate cake with butter cream icing first," Flo replied. She was too busy setting up to notice the intense cynical stare Chris was still giving me.

We tried the first three cakes in silence until Flo opened her mouth. "So how long have you two been together?"

I knitted my brows and glanced at Chris. "I'm not exactly sure; it just seems like forever. How long has it been pokey bear?"

I saw Chris scrunch up his nose slightly and I wanted to laugh so badly. I guess he didn't like nicknames. Too bad.

"It was one year last week Flo."

Her gentle features and Aww smile reminded me of a reaction my grandmother would pull. "How adorable," she said placing more cakes on the table for us to try. "Do you want to know the key to a good relationship?"

Having someone that spends less time in the mirror than you do; I could see Chris being the high maintenance type.

"Obedience?" He smirked like the devil himself.

"You might be right pooh bear. You'd be stuck in some ditch if you didn't listen to me."

"And that's your problem. You underestimate me baby." He leaned in dangerously close and I melted beneath his vigilance. "You're the one that needs to take a lesson in submission."

I inched even closer to show his intimidation didn't scare me but my heart was pounding like crazy. "And if I don't? What are you going to do? Punish me?"

His