Vivian was not built for this.
Not tonight. Not with Christopher sitting beside her, holding a damn remote that controlled the vibrator still buried deep inside her.
And definitely not with Thomas sitting across from them, watching.
This wasn’t just a game anymore.
This was f*****g war.
Remy, still very much drunk and absolutely unhinged, stood in the center of the circle of chairs, grinning like a damn maniac, her arms flailing wildly.
“Alright, bitches! The rules are simple. I say ‘Never Have I Ever,’ and if you’ve done it, you take a drink. If you haven’t, well, congratulations, you’re boring.”
Vivian knew she was not supposed to drink because of her child so she opt for fruit drink instead which when they asked she said she was lightheaded.
Stephanie giggled, leaning into Thom
