Holy Frigging Matrimony - A Tangled Series Short Story (The Tangled Series) Read Online Free PDF

“And slappable—definitely a slappable guy.”
    “Kinky. We should explore that further, later on.”
    She chuckles again and kisses me softly. Then she pulls back and hooks her thumb towards the dance floor. “You want to dance?”
    I’m almost offended. “The Electric Slide? I don’t think so.” Not that I have anything against dancing. Some guys will tell you it’s effeminate but I’m not one of them. Today’s dancing is practically sex with your clothes on, dry humping in a room full of people. And I’m definitely into that.
    “What? Too cool for the Electric Slide?”
    “Yes, I am. Besides, Steven has the monopoly on group dances.” I point over to where my brother-in-law is burning up the dance floor, at the head of the pack with Mackenzie at his side. “He also does a mean funky chicken.”
    Kate cracks up.

    A few hours later, we’re all walking out to the private parking garage together. My tie’s gone, the top three buttons of my shirt open. I’m holding Kate’s hand, which is lost in the arm of my tuxedo jacket that she’s wearing like a teenaged girl after the prom. Steven carries a sleeping Mackenzie on his shoulder, while Alexandra adjusts her dress with one hand and holds her shoes in the other. Matthew and Delores are already outside, saying their final goodbyes to the departing guests.
    When he spots us, Matthew comes jogging up. His face is nervous—and remorseful.
    “Drew…I didn’t know, man. I’m really sorry.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    He rubs the back of his neck and his eyes slide to my car, parked a few feet away at ground level, clearly visible under the garage light.
    And that’s when I see it. Or more to the point—that’s when I see the words that have been carved into her hood.

    “No, no, no, no, no…”
    I stumble forward and fall to my knees beside my baby. I rub over the words, trying to erase the gouges with my hand. Then I yell over my shoulder at Delores, “You heartless monster! How could you?”
    I turn back to my car and whisper soothingly, “It’ll be okay. I’ll get the best body guy in the city. It’ll be like it never happened. No one will ever know you were scarred.”
    From the upper level I hear Billy Warren’s wail of anguish, and I know Delores got to his new truck, too.
    I feel your pain, Douche Bag.
    Leisurely, Delores strolls over. She looks down at me, eyes mocking, one fingerless-lace-gloved hand on her hip. “Pull any shit like that again and I’ll carve it into your fucking forehead.”
    Then she smiles cheerily. “Night, everyone. Thank you for being a part of our special day.”
    And she disappears into the shadows.
    I feel bad for Matthew’s Guardian Angel. He’s going to be working overtime.
    ‘Cause I’m pretty sure my best friend just married a demon.
    THE END

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    D O Y OU S EE T HAT U NSHOWERED , unshaven heap on the couch? The guy in the dirty gray T-shirt and ripped sweatpants?
    That’s me, Drew Evans.
    I’m not usually like this. I mean, that really isn’t me.
    In real life, I’m well-groomed, my chin is clean-shaven, and my black hair is slicked back at the sides in a way I’ve been told makes me look dangerous but professional. My suits are handmade. I wear shoes that cost more than your rent.
    My apartment? Yeah, the one I’m in right now. The shades are drawn, and the furniture glows with a bluish hue from the television. The tables and floor are littered with beer bottles, pizza boxes, and empty ice cream tubs.
    That’s not my real apartment. The one I usually live in is spotless; I have a girl come by twice a week. And it has every modern convenience, every big-boy toy you can think of: surround sound, satellite speakers, and a big-screen plasma that would make any man fall on his knees and beg for more. The decor is modern—lots of black and stainless steel—and anyone who enters knows a