We are screwed

Ryder's pov.

We were gathered at Max's bachelor party, the atmosphere charged with excitement and revelry. The club pulsated with energy as laughter and music filled the air. Strippers adorned the stage, captivating the attention of the men in attendance. One particularly seductive dancer caught the eye of Logan, who sat there, seemingly disinterested in the provocative display.

As the stripper approached Logan, swaying her hips with a sensual allure, she positioned herself on his lap, initiating a lap dance that teased and enticed. Her movements were mesmerizing as she ground her posterior against his bulge, eliciting a reaction from him. Unexpectedly, Logan reached out, gripping her hips and effortlessly lifting her away from his lap.

I couldn't help but be intrigued by Logan's actions. In my wildest dreams, I never anticipated that he would reject the advances of a stripper at a bachelor party. It left me wondering what his reasons were for abstaining from the indulgences of the