The Georgia peach that’s man hating on what was supposed to be her bachelorette weekend, is the perfect solution for me. When your soon to be wife is caught in a compromising position with one of your employees, what’s a man to do? Fire her, fire him and take that honeymoon to Aruba by yourself. Cue Gwenny and our broken hearts, using paradise to soothe the pain, on the most unforgettable weekend of my life. Turns out I couldn’t forget it even if I tried. What happens in Aruba doesn’t always stay in Aruba.
The man I didn’t plan for. My “bachelorette weekend” was supposed to consist of me drinking away my sorrows, hating anything with a penis, but sometimes life doesn’t go according to plan. In walks suave and sexy and swept off my feet I go. Our hot weekend on the happiest island in the world left me a lifetime souvenir.
We come from two separate worlds but can we build a bridge, and make this new dynamic work, or are we doomed for it to burn to the ground?