Brandon looked surprised and quickly dismissed it. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just talking to myself, don’t worry.”
Once Bianca found a seat for Dave, she sat next to him. The atmosphere in the private room changed, becoming a bit awkward.
Diana, trying to lighten things up, said, “Since we’re all here, why don’t we play a game? How about truth or dare?”
Right after Diana spoke, the door to the private room swung open again.
Didn’t Bianca say they were only waiting for one more person? Was there someone else who hadn’t shown up yet?
Amid everyone’s confused looks, a woman wearing large sunglasses walked in. She closed the door, took off her sunglasses, and revealed a stunningly beautiful face.
It was Natalie.
With a slight smile, Natalie looked around the room and asked softly, “Looks like a good time. Why didn’t anyone invite me?”
“Miss King, how did you know we were here?” Bianca stood up, looking surprised and worried.
Natalie took off her coat, revealing a striking red dress. She found an empty seat and sat down casually.
“I overheard about it. Bianca, you really should have told me about your company’s big event. If I had known, I wouldn’t have scheduled my fan meeting for the same day.”
As she crossed her legs, all eyes in the room seemed to be on her. Sitting directly across from Dave, her long, smooth legs were especially eye-catching.
Natalie’s gaze rested on Dave, who was lounging on the sofa. His black shirt stood out in the dim light, with one button casually undone at the collar. A black belt defined his waist. Natalie felt herself blush.
But what bothered Natalie was that Dave seemed completely focused on Bianca, looking at her with clear affection, seemingly unaware of Natalie’s presence.
Bianca thought momentarily, realizing that many of today’s guests at her event were probably Natalie’s acquaintances, making it likely someone had informed her.
But why did Natalie suddenly show up, especially since she disliked Bianca so much?
With suspicion and caution mixed in, Bianca smiled at Natalie. “Miss King, since you’re here unexpectedly, why not join us in the game?”
Natalie’s lips curled awkwardly. Bianca’s sharpness often left her at a loss for words, unintentionally making her feel out of place, and she struggled to respond.
Her visit wasn’t really about celebrating Bianca’s company opening. Her true motive was focused on… Dave.
“Miss King, we were just about to start a game of truth or dare. Would you like to join us?” Bianca settled back into her seat, watching Natalie closely.
“Sure,” Natalie replied, eager to join in.
“Just to clarify, we’ve got celebrities and a famous singer here. But in this game of truth or dare, let’s embrace the excitement. Remember, when it’s your turn, complete your chosen challenge, no matter who you are,” someone in the room added.
Bianca nodded in agreement. “Considering everyone’s high-profile status, it might be smart to put our phones away for the game just to avoid any potential issues.”
In a world where caution is important, leaving nothing to chance is crucial. If someone manages to sneak photos and share them online, it could easily turn into a big news story.
“Sounds good.”
Everyone in the private room agreed and passed their phones to Bianca, eagerly anticipating the upcoming game of Truth or Dare.
With two stunning actresses and two top male celebrities in the room, the excitement of the group was high.
Natalie occasionally glanced at Dave, mulling over what she might ask him if she won.
“Let’s lay out the rules first. Each of us will take turns rolling the dice. The person with the highest score can require the one with the lowest to choose between answering a truth question honestly or performing a daring task. Everyone playing has to comply with the game’s rules.”
After Diana explained the rules, everyone agreed.
“Okay, let’s start now.”
Bianca rolled the dice first, and they took turns clockwise. Brandon ended up with the lowest score in the first round.
“Damn it!” Brandon muttered, feeling speechless and cursing quietly. He thought luck wasn’t on his side.
The highest score in this round belonged to a music producer from a record company. With a sly grin, he turned to Brandon and said, “Let’s go with truth questions. Brandon, how many women have you dated? And when did you first have sex? Where did it happen? With whom?”
Undeterred, Brandon took out a cigarette, lit it, and placed it between his lips, giving the producer a sideways glance. “Hold on, the rules say you can only ask one question. Why are you asking so many at once?”
“Come on, spill the beans. If you don’t answer, I’m ready to switch to Dare.” The producer and Brandon had a friendly relationship, so if Brandon opted for Dare, the producer wouldn’t go easy on him.
Brandon exhaled a puff of smoke, a hint of resignation in his voice.
“I’ve been with too many women to count.”
His confession prompted laughter from everyone in the room.
Brandon was seen as a charming, young, and talented singer to the public. But among those who knew him well, he was notorious as a playboy in the industry. His romantic escapades surpassed even his frequent wardrobe changes.
Despite his reputation, Brandon had never been known to settle down in a serious relationship.
Bianca, not knowing much about Brandon’s personal life, felt her opinion of him decline after hearing his confession. She glanced at Diana with concern.
Diana, looking visibly distressed, bit her lower lip.
“As for my first time…”
Brandon looked over at Diana, who was sitting across from him. Sitting up straight, he flicked his cigarette into the ashtray.
“I first started back in high school,” he admitted quietly, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“That sounds like you. You were always popular with the girls back then,” someone teased from across the room.
Brandon’s expression turned serious. “I didn’t know her, but I ended up sleeping with her. That’s all I could share!”
After saying that, Brandon leaned back on the sofa, wearing a gloomy expression on his face.
“Brandon, seriously? How could you sleep with someone you didn’t even know? We want to hear the whole story,” the producer demanded, clearly not satisfied.
Brandon glanced at the producer, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I’ve answered your questions. If you’re still curious, maybe you can ask again if you win the next round.”
“Fine, let’s move on to the next round,” the producer grumbled, leaning back in disappointment.
Just as they were about to roll the dice again, Diana suddenly stood up and said, “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”