Chapter 70

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, I cleared my throat and said, “Twenty centimeters.” “Really? That long?” someone asked. Laughter erupted around the room. Absentmindedly, I spun the bottle, planning to ask my question and then pull away from the game. But of course, the bottle’s neck landed directly on Alexander. In an instant, our eyes met. “CEO Hawthorne, truth or dare?” I asked, looking at him. “Truth,” he replied. If it weren’t for the setting, I would’ve liked to ask him if he’d ever had even the slightest bit of feelings for me. Around us, everyone was shouting out questions. Some asked about Alexander’s… length. Others inquired about the age of his first time. There were even questions about how many women he had slept with. I knew about his length, but beyond that, there really wasn’t any need to know more. While I didn’t have the right to interfere with his past, some things were better left unknown—ignorance is bliss. As for most of the other details