The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 575

Sean's eyes darted around, but honestly, he could not stomach the thought of kissing any of them. Steven was out of the question, and as for Peter, Sean was sure that if he even tried, Peter would lay him out flat. That left his cousin Bob, and then Yoel and Gerald. Sean propped his face in his hand, torn between a laugh and a sob. "Can I just opt for death instead?"

"No can do," came the reply. "You're the one who wanted to play this game. You can't bail now! How are you going to show your face around Brookville after this?"

Sean could not even fake a smile. "Come on, Noelle, I get it, I messed up. Can't we just call it even? Please pick someone else, I just can't do it!" Kissing any of them felt like the ultimate no-no.

He peeked at Bob, but Bob's glare was scary, so Sean quickly nixed that idea. Then there was Yoel, but that was just as unbearable. Peter and Steven were definite no-gos.

"What if I just stand up and belt out a tune for you, huh?"

up inside. She was barely keeping a straight face. Gripping Charles's hand, she squeezed the back of it tightly. Seeing Sean's almost tearful expression, she finally burst into laughter. "Okay, Mr. Smith, if you're not up

you're something else... talk about loyalty, you're even more of a stickler than Charles. I'm impressed," Sean said, grabbing a bottle with a look of

Charles's sleeve a little tug.

hand. "Relax, he's got a

Sean got the short end of the stick every time, with Jennifer and Noelle not far behind. The others, though, seemed to dodge the bullet like they had

Jennifer, and Sean was still standing

the night settled down and everyone headed home, Noelle was pretty sober since most of the alcohol had ended up with Charles. Luckily he could

was not

in his arms and headed out, with Ronald trailing behind them, clutching Charles's keys

hand, Sean was not having the best of nights. Despite being pretty good with his drinks, tonight's flood

Steven, the guy who freaks out over a single speck