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?"

it tightly. Seeing Sean's almost tearful expression, she finally burst into laughter. "Okay, Mr. Smith, if you're

than Charles. I'm impressed," Sean said, grabbing a bottle with a look of noble sacrifice, like he was

Charles's sleeve a little

patted her hand. "Relax, he's got a tank for a liver. It's not

more rounds, and 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 it all figured out. The bottle just would not target them. Poor Sean. It

end, everyone but Noelle, Jennifer, and Sean was

since most of the alcohol

not

arms and headed out, with Ronald trailing behind

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

there was Steven, the guy who freaks out over a single speck