Chapter 106

Henry Smith was definitely wasted. No way he'd act like this in public after sending me a message like that—especially not in front of his own bros. No matter how wild he gets in private, he always kept it behind closed doors. Pulling this kind of stunt in front of everyone? Yeah, dude’s drunk out of his mind. “You’ve had too much,” I said, shoving him away, partly to stop him, but mostly so he wouldn’t feel embarrassed once he sobered up. The push made the already loose buttons on his shirt pop open, showing off his ridiculously defined chest. At the same time, probably ’cause I resisted him, his unfocused gaze suddenly turned sharp. He grabbed my wrist hard, yanking me onto the bar’s stage, snatched the mic from the singer, and shoved it in front of me like a total madman. “I’m not drunk. Say it. Tell them who you belong to!” I’d never seen him like this before. Even drunk, he was like a spotlight—every move grabbed attention. And since he pulled me up there with him, I instantly bec