She Took The House The Car And My Heart

, and Wounds 73

Chapter 73 Who's Charlie

Once a few more rounds passed, Liam quit playing tricks and simply dealt the disc to everyone.

Freya, however, wasn't about to back down from competing with Kristian.

She received either the one marked "small" or the one marked "big"-nothing in between.

"Who's ended up with the one marked 'big'?" Liam surveyed the group with a raised eyebrow.

Freya, more upbeat than usual, couldn't hide her enthusiasm. "That would be me,” she declared, her voice tinged with excitement. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Kristian replied without hesitation.

"Finish all the drinks on the table," she announced boldly.

A hush fell over the group. Everyone exchanged stunned glances.

Trent shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his expression one of dismay.

He knew all too well that Freya's judgment tended to slip when she had a few too many.

Kristian, locking eyes with Freya, his gaze intense and unwavering, promptly lifted three glasses. He downed them in one fluid motion, his voice dropping an octave, resonating with a seductive allure. "Let's keep this going," he insisted.

"Kristian, come on, if you're going to play, play it right," Freya slurred slightly, her words still sharp despite her tipsiness. "I said all the drinks, not just three."

"Freya, he's dodging the dare and going straight for the drink," Liam interjected, gently pointing out what might have escaped her notice.

Freya faltered, her gaze shifting from Kristian to the drinks scattered across the table. It seemed to be a logical explanation.

Kristian's expression darkened intriguingly as they launched into another round of their game, their roles now flipped.

Even through the fog of her drunkenness, Freya's instincts remained sharp. "Dare," she declared confidently. "Come here," Kristian commanded, his voice low, his intense gaze locked solely on her.

In that moment, Freya's cheeks were a vivid pink, her large, expressive eyes fluttering under the soft caress of her eyelashes.

Her lips, dewy and a deep shade of red, seemed to draw him in like a magnet.

Kristian, caught in the moment, realized he had never seen her quite like this-so vulnerable yet so alluring.

0.0%

20:43

Clutching her glass of wine with a defiant grip, Freya suddenly exclaimed, "No!"

Her voice cut through the buzz of the room, leaving everyone, including a dumbstruck Trent, staring in surprise.

With a flick of her wrist, she raised her glass and downed the contents as effortlessly.

Thankfully, after a cautious hint from Trent, Liam had wisely switched her beverage to a milder wine, averting any potential disasters.

"I just wanted you to come closer so I could whisper the dare," Kristian explained,

on her luminous gaze, softening his earlier

and her

do that? I

head, Trent responded, "Neither can

room fell into an

chimed in, "Yeah,

dare in itself,

clear now that Kristian

attempting to lighten the mood. "Let's just end

from their

orchestrated by Liam with Freya and Kristian in mind; they were merely pawns in

and forth between Kristian and Trent. "So, who's

clouded over with

after his wife

decided it was time for a serious discussion

voice firm and decisive, his eyes locking with Kristian's in a silent battle of wills. "Freya will

brow furrowed

was at a

revealed a subtle glimmer

after her." Kristian's gaze landed on Freya, who was obliviously playing with the disc. His decision locked into place. "I'm

dropping to the floor in a

24.2%

20:43

Chapter 73 Who's Charlie

turned towards him, her large eyes

seized the moment to discreetly

self to this gentler, more vulnerable version tugged at his heartstrings. He knew too well that lingering too

it was wiser to step back, he mentally passed

or with

Freya declared, her voice tinged with a dreamy softness, as if recalling a comforting

itself

in the world

calm, patiently explained, "Charlie isn't here tonight. Your choices are to sleep alone

intently, his penetrating

words that had just tumbled from Trent's lips took him aback. In such a scenario, wouldn't most people probe about whose bed she preferred-his

exactly was Trent's motive

Freya inquired nonchalantly. All she truly

I can do," Trent replied, his voice

good," Freya responded,

that, Trent grabbed his phone and stepped out, leaving

meanwhile, busied herself with the discs on the table, seemingly

Farrah's phone buzzed with an unknown number, her

her with no choice but

is Trent Seymour," he began, his voice carrying a courteous and refined tone throughout the conversation. "Am I speaking with

are

her identity, he inquired if she was currently in Jeucwell, promptly followed by giving

wrapped up