Bab 170: Cufflinks

Demyan 

"And you look like you've been through hell," EJ laughed as I entered the hotel room we would be getting ready in. He was standing on a platform in his black tuxedo as seamstresses tailored his suit to make sure it looked perfect. 

"Well maybe I have been," I growled as I threw myself down on the chair so the hairstylists could figure out what to do with the nest I called hair. 

EJ let out a chuckle which made me wish I was strong enough to pick up his strong rugby body and throw him out of the window. He was lucky I had not worked out in awhile or I would have taken my chances and tried. 

"Where's Malia?"

"I don't even know," I pursed my lips together, "Matter of fact I've declared in my mind that I'm single. I can't take it anymore. Things don't work out with men and things don't work out with women either."