Brandon Jacobs smiled too.
He’d found Cecelia Archer quite beautiful ever since they last met. He was more than willing to get to know her, but he’d never thought of taking advantage of her.
Besides, he knew Damien Vaughn’s temper, so he hadn’t made a move.
"Vaughn, this is just a game. No getting angry, okay? If you can’t handle it, we can switch games right now."
Damien Vaughn glanced coolly at the words on the spinner, then at Brandon Jacobs, his voice calm.
"Do I look like I can’t take it?"
’He figured Cecelia was the one who couldn’t take it.’
’Never mind how eager she’d been to play. If the spinner landed on something truly outrageous, she’d definitely come running to him for help.’
However, he was wrong.
Today, Cecelia Archer was not only bold, but she also had the burn-the-bridges determination to set him up with Gwen Morgan.
’It was just a drink. Since she was the one who suggested playing, how could she back down now?’
"Mr. Jacobs, let’s do this."
As the words left her lips, she took the beer mug in front of her and stood up.
"Let’s do it!"
Brandon Jacobs quickly stood up as well, glass in hand.
Amidst Wyatt Wynn’s clapping and cheering, the two linked arms and drank their first glass together.
"Woo! Cecelia is awesome! Jacobs is awesome! Go, go, go!"
Cecelia Archer and Brandon Jacobs exchanged a glance and, for some reason, both smiled before downing a second and then a third glass.
Damien Vaughn thought he wouldn’t mind, but seeing the two of them share a smile as they drank, he felt a pang of discomfort.
After they finished drinking, the two sat down. It was now Gwen Morgan’s turn to spin; she was sitting to Cecelia’s right.
Perhaps because Mrs. Vaughn was present, or maybe because she was in a bad mood, Gwen Morgan was unusually quiet today compared to last time.
She spun it gently, and the pointer landed on: ’Choose any player and have them do three things for you.’
’This is a good one.’ Gwen Morgan rejoiced inwardly, her expression placid as she looked at Damien Vaughn.
"Damien, how about we play this round together? Let me think what I should have you do."
She quickly dreamed up a few interesting tasks in her mind, wanting to play them with Damien Vaughn.
But before she could say a single one, Damien Vaughn picked up the glass in front of him with a cold expression.
"I’ll drink. Next person’s turn."
GLUG, GLUG, GLUG. He downed three glasses in one go.
Gwen Morgan was utterly speechless. She looked at Wyatt Wynn beside her, who was already rubbing his hands together, eager for the spinner.
"My turn? Then I won’t hold back."
The spinner spun rapidly a few times before slowly stopping on ’Truth or Dare’. Brandon Jacobs clapped, cheering.
"This is a good one, a great one! I have a question I’ve been dying to ask. Let me. Wynn, when was the last time you kissed someone?"
"Pfft," Cecelia Archer couldn’t help but laugh.
’That’s more like it. This is how you’re supposed to play a game. If everyone were like Damien Vaughn, it’d be so boring.’
Gwen Morgan also thought this was how it should be played, and she looked at Wyatt Wynn with a smile.
Wyatt Wynn was, as expected of someone who frequented clubs, completely unfazed. He even grinned and confessed openly.
"Just, uh, an hour ago."
"Pfft!"
’That rascal.’ Even Damien Vaughn couldn’t keep a straight face and almost laughed out loud.
The spinner was pushed in front of Damien Vaughn. This time, he didn’t opt to drink right away. Soon, the pointer stopped on ’Truth or Dare’.
"Whoa!"
It was a rare opportunity to play this kind of game with him. Wyatt Wynn, who had a belly full of gossip, excitedly moved to ask a question but was stopped by a look from Brandon Jacobs.
Wyatt Wynn belatedly remembered Mrs. Vaughn was right there and had to hold his tongue.
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