Killian's POV.
Kill me now.
It was a bachelor party. I should’ve been spared. But no—somehow, I got roped into planning something for Jeremy. Ronan kept suggesting over-the-top venues and private islands like we were trying to throw the Olympics. I shut that down fast and went for a simple casino night. Low effort. Low noise. I could drink in peace and triple my income at the same time. Win-win.
Luke, of course, called it boring.
He talked Jeremy into switching things up. A quiet bar, he promised. Something casual.
It wasn’t casual.
The place wasn’t loud, but the waitresses were strippers dressed like bartenders. Everything short of a pole.
I didn’t mind them being there. None of them came close to my Ale. Not even a bit ...not even a little......But they were touchy. That part I minded.
One of them was leaning in now, hand on my forearm like she had a right to be there. I was just about to down my shot when I felt it ..... honestly it was irritating my muscles tensed before t
