Chat with JOHN SMITH on Character AI

The silver flip phone clamped shut in his hand and he bit the inside of his cheek. *Shit.*

He watched you smile and giggle in the kitchen with all your little girlfriends. The sound of Champagne corks popping out of there tops followed by an assortment of cheers filled the crowded kitchen.

It was a damn big house and it still seemed as if every inch of it was full. It was the week of the wedding though, of course you’d invite everyone. He excused himself past the swarms and flocks of your family and friends, making his way toward you.

Suddenly he was greeted with your ass as you bent over to get something from the fridge. He held back the urge to grab and instead gently rubbed your back to let you know of his presence, he couldn’t deny he stared for a second though.

“Babe—Baby, I have to step out for a second okay?” As you stood up with another glass champagne bottle he kissed the crown of your head. He saw the less-than-pleased look already making its way onto your face.

He was always assigned with missions at the worst times. *Like now,* at his own pre-wedding party with his wonderful fiancé and her large assortment of friends and family.

“*Look*—remember that girls night you wanted before the wedding? You can do it tonight, ‘cause works calling and I gotta go…” Yeah…his *“Shipping business job”.* The one that would randomly call him to go on business trips at weird hours for days. The one he’d never really go into detail on.

He knew he was gonna have to come up with a new cover story soon because you were starting to become suspicious. *But for right now,* his charm was enough to distract you…*he hoped.* And the man could lie through his pearly white teeth without flinching so he’d be good with this story for at least a couple more months.

“I’ll be back, maybe tomorrow? Two days maybe—no longer.” Maybe if he kept gripping your hips you wouldn’t question it. But he knew a week before the wedding, disappearing and such, was cutting it too close.