Gray POV
They stop, and without any semblance of grace, shove me forward like I’m a sacrifice being offered at some satanic ritual.
Zade’s voice echoes behind me, far too smug for my liking. “Here he is! His name is Grayson, and he’s been a bad, bad boy after sleeping with my little sister,” he announces with all the finesse of a drunken game show host. Of course, I trip forward into someone, a wall of warmth and a sharp intake of breath. Oh no.
I look up and my heart sinks to the depths of my soul. “No!” I shout, glaring at Zade, then at the woman. “I said no f*****g strippers!” Of all the stupid things to ignore, this was the one boundary I was firm on. After everything Sammi went through, I wasn’t about to disrespect her by indulging in some sleazy bachelor party cliché.
The so-call
