The Best Mans Sick Wedding Gift
Language: en
When I opened my eyes, I was back in the lion’s den. Specifically, I was standing at the altar of my own wedding. To my right, Trevor—my "best friend" and best man, a guy who treated life like a series of cheap pranks—was already holding the microphone, a predatory glint in his eyes. He was midway through his toast, that smug, punchable smirk plastered across his face. He let out a sharp, theatrical bark of a laugh, leaning into the mic. "So, I probably shouldn't mention this, but our boy here had a little 'emergency' at the VIP dermatology clinic last month. Honestly, looking at him…