Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

Justin’s POV

"Are you sure you want to join this?" | whispered to Ayva as we entered the lounge. I had my doubts. If it were up to me, when Eleanor extended the invitation, I would have declined, but I stayed silent and let Ayva make that decision.

In the lounge, there were approximately twenty men, each accompanied by a partner. The manner in which many of the men eyed Ayva as we walked in, as though she were a piece of meat they desired, bothered me. My jaw clenched in anger, and my hands tightened into fists at my sides.

I couldn’t let her partake in the game with them. It was obvious that they had other intentions. It was always like that with drinking games, I knew how it always ends. Since my high school days, I never saw the appeal of engaging in activities meant for private settings in front of a crowd.

Moreover, weren't we all too mature to be engaging in such games?

"Yes," she nodded eagerly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I've never played any drinking games before,"