She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 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.

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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, his eyes still fixated on her luminous gaze, softening his earlier command. “I wasn’t trying to pull you over here.”

Freya’s expression was a picture of perplexity, her lips downturned and her eyes narrow with skepticism. She turned towards Trent, her voice tinged with confusion. “Why did he do that? I don’t get it.”

Shaking his head, Trent responded, “Neither can I.”

The room fell into an uneasy silence.

Liam, scratching his head, chimed in, “Yeah, I’m lost as well.”

Calling her over was a dare in itself, even if he hadn’t framed it that way.

It was clear now that Kristian was the one stirring confusion.

“Alright, alright.” Liam cut through the tension, his tone attempting to lighten the mood. “Let’s just end the game here. There are rooms both upstairs and downstairs. Pick one and let’s get some rest.”

Felipe and Zander rose from their seats, their movements quick and certain.

It dawned on them that tonight’s gathering was orchestrated by Liam with Freya and Kristian in mind; they were merely pawns in his elaborate setup.

“There are two bedrooms upstairs.” Liam’s gaze shifted back and forth between Kristian and Trent. “So, who’s going to take care of Freya tonight?”

Kristian’s face clouded over with irritation.

The thought of someone else looking after his wife seemed preposterous and inappropriate.

He decided it was time for a serious discussion with Liam about his reckless choice of words tonight.

Before the tension could escalate further, Trent stepped in, his voice firm and decisive, his eyes locking with Kristian’s in a silent battle of wills. “Freya will sleep on her own,” he declared. “I’ll share the room with you.”

Kristian’s brow furrowed in confusion.

Liam was at a loss for words.

Their faces revealed a subtle glimmer of emotion.

“Freya and I aren’t officially divorced yet; it’s only right that I look after her.” Kristian’s gaze landed on Freya, who was obliviously playing with the disc. His decision locked into place. “I’m not accustomed to sharing a bed with another man,” he stated firmly

“Freya,” Trent called out gently, his gaze dropping to the floor in a moment of hesitation.

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Freya turned towards him, her large eyes brimming with an innocent curiosity. “Yes?”

Liam seized the moment to discreetly exit the scene.

Witnessing Freya’s transformation from her usually confident self to this gentler, more vulnerable version tugged at his heartstrings. He knew too well that lingering too long could spark forbidden feelings.

Convinced it was wiser to step back, he mentally passed the responsibility to the other two.

“Do you prefer to sleep alone or with Kristian?” Trent asked, always considerate of her feelings.

“I’d like to sleep with Charlie,” Freya declared, her voice tinged with a dreamy softness, as if recalling a comforting memory. “Holding Charlie feels so reassuring.”

Frustration etched itself across Kristian’s features.

Who in the world was Charlie?

Trent, trying to maintain calm, patiently explained, “Charlie isn’t here tonight. Your choices are to sleep alone or with Kristian.”

Kristian listened intently, his penetrating gaze drifting involuntarily towards Trent.

The 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 or Kristian’s?

What exactly was Trent’s motive with Freya?

“Then, can I sleep with Farrah tonight?” Freya inquired nonchalantly. All she truly wanted was a comforting presence. “She’s soft and comforting to embrace.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Trent replied, his voice tinged with resignation.

“Sounds good,” Freya responded, her tone light.

With that, Trent grabbed his phone and stepped out, leaving the room behind.

Freya, meanwhile, busied herself with the discs on the table, seemingly oblivious to Kristian’s towering presence beside her.

When Farrah’s phone buzzed with an unknown number, her initial reaction was to dismiss the call instinctively.

However, the persistent ringing left her with no choice but to pick up. “Hello? Who’s this?” she asked cautiously.

“This is Trent Seymour,” he began, his voice carrying a courteous and refined tone throughout the conversation. “Am I speaking with Farrah Welch?”

“Yeah. Why are you calling?”

Once Trent confirmed her identity, he inquired if she was currently in Jeucwell, promptly followed by giving her the address and explaining the evening’s arrangement.

The conversation wrapped up after five minutes.

As Trent ended the call and turned around, he found Kristian not too far off, his expression unreadable. “Can I

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