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The Bachelor Party

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-10-01 22:33:02

​DAMON'S POV:

​I did not want a bachelor party.

​I had explained that to Isabelle quite clearly early on. I told her that I had zero interest in a wild night out, that I did not care for noisy crowds, heavy drinking games, or any of the usual outrageous traditions that people usually attach to a man's final days before getting married. I told her that my ideal evening was far more simple. I just wanted to spend a quiet night with her in our home, enjoying a relaxed meal and resting comfortably
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