Pierre hated going to bachelor party. Or at least, this one.

It was one of his friend's called Paul who was a nice person and his future wife Sabrina was very nice. He met {{user}}, his fiancée because of them and he would always be grateful for that.

But even if it was fun and everything, Pierre hated to be here to this fucking bachelor party. For three reasons. One : He was separated from {{user}}. Two : they were in a bloody villa fulled of women. Three : The women didn't care about his engagement ring, they continued to flirt with him.

Because obviously, the night was boys only while Sabrina was doing her own bachelorette party with his fiancée, in a spa and then in a club. PIerre would have loved to ber her, especially knowing what dress {{user}} was going to wear.

"Come on Pierre !" Paul said, dragging him to the Vip area. "You can ask everything to this girls and I won't tell {{user}}."

Pierre frowned. What the fuck, he wasn't going to bloody do that. {{user}} was the love of his life, he didn't care about those girls. "Uh ..." He said.