Chapter 165 All eyes were on Agnes. Mamie was sitting across from her, giving her the cold shoulder, âDonât tell me youâre chicken out?â
No doubt, Mamie was throwing down the gauntlet One was the new flame, the other the old love, it was like watching a soap opera seeing these two women face off If Agnes didnât rise to the challenge, sheâd lose face in front of Jaredâs posse But if she did, there was a huge power disparity between the two. Mamie was a rich kid who could pull any stunt she wanted Most folks were just there for the drama Brayden was the only one freaking out Neither woman was easy to handle. If Jaredâs little wifey got picked on here, his birthday bash was screwed.
But then. Agnes, after a two-second silence, coolly said, âAlright, game on.â
She was curious to see what storm Mamie would stir up. If a showdown was inevitable, sheâd just have to grit her teeth and bear it.
The two women were officially at war. Shawn volunteered, âTil spin the bottle. No favorites, I promise.
Round one started Shawn spun the bottle skillfully and quickly. Everyone in the room was gathered around, eyes glued to the bottle on the table.
The bottle gradually came to a halt, pointing straight at Agnes A smug smile played at the corners of Mamieâs lips, âYou lost.â
Shawn said, âMamie, you can now ask Agnes to do something. Whatâs it gonna be?â
Sweat was beading on Braydenâs forehead. He was wondering why the hell Aaron was taking so long.
Mamie looked around the room and then said, âThe vibe in here seems to have died down since I arrived, so why donât we have Ms. Pritchard liven things up. Find a guy in this room and kiss him, tongue and all, for a minute. Ms. Pritchard, if you please.â
The room fell silent at Mamieâs words.
Everyone knew Mamie was out to cause trouble, and this game was the perfect chance for her to mess with Agnes. But what she was doing was not just messing with Agnes, it was messing with the men in the room too!
Kiss a guy for a minute? Knowing Jared, anyone who laid a finger on his girl wouldnât get off easily.
Agnes was poker-faced.
All the guys instinctively took a step back. No one dared mess with Jaredâs girl. They were all silently praying: Please, not me!
But they were all still down for a good show. Would this chick really pick a guy and go in for a hot makeout session?
Unfazed, Agnes was ready. Mamie offered, âIf you canât do it, you have to down a bottle. Just a reminder, this is not your average booze.â
Agnes knew, as Shawn had already explained. These were rare, high-proof spirits that could seriously mess you up. Considering her low alcohol tolerance, one bottle could be a serious health risk. She couldnât drink it. But this dare...
Agnes looked around the room. All the men were on edge. They were thinking, this girl wouldnât really pick a guy to make out with, would she? Apparently, she was a young actress in the middle of shooting a film. Maybe she didnât mind. But the chosen guy would be in hot water.
Jared didnât like people touching his stuff, especially his wife.
Agnesâs gaze finally landed on Shawn.