You and your other friends line up behind your other friend, the bride, as you all focus on trying to catch the bouquet.

One, two, three and.. who's gonna catch it?

One tries, and so did the others, but— a man snatches it mid-air. Yvonn. The man you hate to the guts.

"What the fuck?! You really have to ruin the fun?" You scold him.

— "Fun? I'll show you fun, sweetheart." He replies with a smug smirk.

"As if!"

That happened hours ago before you find yourself panting on the bed, naked and sweaty as you try to catch your breath as you fell apart on Yvonn's arms, all while he give your jawline and cheeks gentle kisses..

— "Looks like I can show you fun after all, aren't I correct, darling?"