Prologue
Prologue
Grayson
“It’s not too late to back out. The limo is waiting outside. Just say the word, and we’ll go. You don’t have to do this.”
“Grayson, come on. I love Yasmin. You know I do,” Julius spoke as he straightened his bowtie in the mirror.
“No, bro. You don’t. You think you do. Hell, you don’t know what love is and now you’re throwing your entire life away based on a fucking one-night stand you had six months ago.”
“You,” he pointed at me, “have no clue what it’s like to love someone. I didn’t either until I met her. Trust me, Grayson, this is real, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Bullshit! I will not stand here and watch my best friend throw his life away over some damn chick. I bet you two don’t make it to your second anniversary.”
“Fine. It’s a bet,” he spoke. “And here’s what we’re betting.”
What he proposed was preposterous and shocked me.
“What’s wrong, Grayson? Too chicken? Don’t have the balls to accept? If you’re so sure I won’t make it, then you won’t have any problem accepting the bet.”
I stared at him, for I knew my best friend better than anybody else. We’d been glued to each other’s side since we were eight years old, and we’d been through a lot of shit together over the years. I knew him well enough that I wouldn’t be the one losing the bet.
“Fine. It’s a bet,” I spoke.
“Good. If I lose, you have my word that I will honor our bet,” he said. “And I want your word that you will honor yours if you lose.” His brow arched.
“You have my word.” I held out my hand for a bro shake. “Two years.”
The one thing I took pride in was that if I gave someone my word, I meant it. My word was something I never backed down from.