* * *There were plenty of ways to cure a hangover, and Sebastian was familiar with a few of them. However, if one thing was for sure, none of them included an early morning wake-up call.Someone was pounding on the door of his hotel room, and he was none too pleased about it. Between his twisting stomach and something stinging painfully on his cheek, he was in no mood to greet the day or whoever was at the door. Tempted as he was to simply roll over in the king-sized bed and fall back asleep, he dragged himself up, slipped on a pair of boxers, and pulled open the door, staring at his guest with bleary eyes.“Rise and shine, princess,” Michael greeted, flashing him an exhausted grin before his expression faded into one of confusion. “What the hell happened to your face?”Sebastian raised a hand to his cheek and felt the edges of the shallow cut. “Rough night,” he said, peering down at the tray covered by a cloche in Michael’s hands. “What’ve you got in there?”“Breakfast.” Michael sho
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