Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 162

I should’ve known these trust–fund types loved to get all fancy with their games, so I dodged a bullet by skipping ‘Truth or Dare.‘ But man, I never saw it coming – they really didn’t treat me like an outsider.

As Timothy’s plus one, I totally got how tricky that question was.

If I sang his praises, I’d practically be spreading rumors in front of everyone. But saying no would put Timothy in an awkward spot.

Talk about a rock and a hard place.

After hesitating for a couple of seconds, I reached for a glass of booze on the table.

Since I couldn’t say squat, I guessed I’d just have to take a penalty drink as an apology.

But before my hand even got halfway. Timothy stopped me, “Mess with me all you want, but why give her a hard time?”

“Come on, Timothy, don’t be like that. We’re just playing a game,” the asker said with a smirk, “What, are you chicken?”

Timothy raised an eyebrow and said coolly, “Of course not!”

“Xaviera, rein your man in, will ya?” the girl next to the rich boys chimed in, “If the max score for kissing is a ten, what would you rate Timothy?”

I glanced at Timothy and saw a flicker of impatience in his eyes. He said, “Enough already, how could we share that kind of private stuff with you all? Here, I’ll take a penalty. Three shots okay for you?”

to play the knight in shining armor for your girlfriend?” the rich kid immediately protested, “If you’re gonna play like that, we’ll just have

few different spirits into the glass in front of Timothy, clearly looking to

get me, huh? Alright, if I

he rolled up his sleeves and geared up to chug it down, I couldn’t help but feet bad and blurted

wasn’t loud, but as soon as the words were out, everyone froze like they were

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a stun gun.

glanced over, I locked eyes

his face and a chilly air

I imagining

said in a soft,

bit was

to step up my game, otherwise my own girlfriend might start getting jealous

tone was casual, with no hint of anything

with his heart’s desire. Why would he be bothered by my insignificant

opening and closing her mouth, mumbling, “No

Happy for me?

what

the subject

for another round, everyone was getting tipsy, and the mood was heating up. Suddenly, the bottle pointed straight at Hogan without