Chapter 165
All eyes were on Agnes. Mamie was sitting across from her, giving her the cold shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re chicken out?”
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 didn’t rise to the challenge, she’d lose face in front of Jared’s 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 Jared’s little wifey got picked on here, his birthday bash was screwed.
But then. Agnes, after a two–second silence, coolly said, “Alright, game on.”
She was cunous to see what storm Mamie would stir up. If a showdown was inevitable, she’d just have to grit her teeth and bear it.
The two women were officially at war. Shawn volunteered, “I’ll 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 Mamie’s lips, “You lost.”
Shawn said, “Mamie, you can now ask Agnes to do something. What’s it gonna be?”
Sweat was beading on Brayden’s forehead. He was wondering why the hell Aaron was taking so long.
Mamie looked around the room and then said, “The vibe in here seems to have died down since I arrived, so why don’t 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.”
The room fell silent at Mamie’s 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 wouldn’t get off easily.
Agnes was poker–faced.
All the guys instinctively took a step back. No one dared mess with Jared’s 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, “If you can’t do it, you have to down a bottle. Just a reminder, this is not your average booze.”
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 senous health risk. She couldn’t drink it. But this dare…
Agnes looked around the room. All the men were on edge. They were thinking, this girl wouldn’t 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 didn’t mind. But the chosen guy would be in hot water.
Jared didn’t like people touching his stuff, especially his wife.
Agnes’s gaze finally landed on Shawn.
