The Cherished Wife

"Oh, come on, Sean, could you be any more cliché?" Jennifer was not thrilled with the idea, rolling her eyes. "That game's ancient, what's the big deal?"

"What's not to love? It's not about the game being old, it's about having a blast and getting a little wild! Am I right, Steven?" Sean said, giving Steven a conspiratorial wink.

Steven, ever the cool one, casually touched his nose and tapped his temple, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Sean's got a point. If you're game, let's dive in!"

At the sound of Steven's smooth voice, everyone let out a cheer of approval. Steven was the man of the hour, and they were all ready to indulge him, even if they had their reservations.

Sean sprang into action, rallying everyone with a wave of his hands. "Alright, folks, gather around! We're going to lay down some ground rules: anything goes as long as it's not too wild, and no chickening out," he announced, clapping his hands for emphasis. Ronald and Lareal, who had been waiting just outside, came in at the signal. They caught sight of Sean's commanding presence and joked, "Mr. Smith, at your service!"

"Get a move on, bring us some wine," Sean commanded with a mischievous grin. "And put it on Charles's bill!" He pointed at Charles, who just arched an eyebrow in response.

her voice laced with mock

shifted to Noelle, then back

across his face, the kind that would make anyone's heart skip a beat. If there had been any other girls in the room, they would have been swooning. Noelle, though, looked like she had seen a ghost, especially when Sean laid it out. "Why should Charles pay? Oh, it's simple. He's been putting on quite the show for us today, and now we need something to wash

red at the teasing, and she decided to just ignore Sean. Cool as ever,

Ronald. Didn't you hear what he

dove into laying out

the bottle, and

to answer-truth or dare. If you're not up for either, you've gotta take a

sweat." Jennifer grinned. "Let's