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So every reaction that Andrea had will be shown as she watched whatever they wanted her to watch. Andrea saw from her peripheral Ren sprint to the camera crew, trying to stop them. But it was too late. The first picture was already flashed and her heart sank, when she thought it couldn’t go any lower. It showed Sebastian in a midnight blue tuxedo paired with a bowtie. His usual messy dirty brown hair that showed off his curls was neatly combed back. As always, he easily exuded what other men put a lot of effort to achieve. She had to smile at that.

com/GI7DiCk679i I clicked on the photo and there were tons of sexy women together with Khaleel, PJ, Sebastian, and the Twins. They were having a foam party as they were holding glasses of drinks and women on their side. I stare at Sebastian, and he had his arm around a sexy brunette who was sitting on top of him while she wears a plunging top that shows off her huge boobs. I sigh as I look at Sebastian's face who seemed to love what the woman was doing to him on that photo. I thought clubs and partying weren't his type of crowd. I exited the photo and saw a recent tweet coming from Benedict.

“TF… Lil. You're screaming my whole house down. Calm down. What's happening on TV anyway? Is it a new Korean Series?” “Damn it, Kourtney. This is real life right now, not a K-Drama. Your handsome hunk of a husband is currently having a live interview. Girl, turn it on!” The next second, Kourtney found herself rushing to get her remote control, and then she switched on her bedroom TV. The first thing that appeared before her was the sight of Sebastian’s chiseled face, looking so bright and attractive. His sitting posture appeared to be very noble, like the enormously powerful man he was!

“Mommy. Salma. Bunny.” Then, without warning, she turned the camera. Straight to Sebastian. Damn it. Sebastian was standing near the living room window, one hand in the pocket of his joggers, the other holding his second or third mug of coffee today, who knew. Daylight fell across one side of his face. Gray T-shirt. Lounge pants. Very domestic. Very unsafe to be displayed to New York through a small screen. He lifted his eyes to the screen, then to Poppy, then back to the screen with the calm of a bastard who had never had a panic nerve in his body.

Who? ” Sebastian “

Sebastian stumbled into the produce section, caught himself on a display of oranges, and turned around with a look of mock offense. "You're violent." "You're dramatic." "I'm the Reaper." "You're a menace." Sebastian's eyes lit up. Damian knew that look. It was the same look Sebastian got before a game-winning goal, before a bar fight, before doing something spectacularly stupid. "What?" Damian asked. "Nothing." "Sebastian." "Nothing." Sebastian reached into the cart and pulled out a zucchini. Long. Green. Curved slightly at the end. He held it up, examined it with exaggerated seriousness, then tucked it into the front of his pants.

A man stood before me, hands on his hips, wearing nothing but board shorts and a cocky smirk. I dusted off the sand from my arms. “I was a long time ago.” He grinned. “I see. Are you alone?” I arched a brow. Does it not look obvious? “Do you see someone with me? Why are you asking?” “Just making conversation. No need to bite my head off.” He laughed and adjusted his sunglasses. “I’m Sebastian. Seb, for short.” “Good for you,” I said flatly. “That’s your cue to introduce yourself.”

Zayne typed back quickly. “At least give me your address so I can come visit you.” Sebastian immediately video called him. Zayne lifted the phone in front of his face and burst into amused laughter when he saw Sebastian—who normally dressed like a luxury model—wearing nothing but a tank top, cowboy hat, and boots. “What the hell are you doing?” Zayne asked. “Walking the runway! What does it look like I’m doing?” Sebastian shouted dramatically while waving a sickle at the camera. “You actually enjoying that job?”

Clearly not impressed, Sebastian continued to grumble, "I'm afraid you won't have a chance to be foolish again. Who knows what'll happen when you get back? Whether your heads stay on your shoulders is another matter." "If it comes to that, I have my ways. You don't have to worry," Carissa assured him confidently. Sebastian knew that her promises didn't guarantee much, but he couldn't help but agree with her—someone always had to be the fool. The common people needed fools like them. Still, a part of Sebastian wished the fools weren't Rafael and Carissa, but someone else. He walked over to a dusty shelf and pulled down a small wooden box. Blowing off the dust, he wiped it with a cloth before

His shorts were barely clinging to his hips, twisted from the way Ezra had dragged them down to mid-thigh before crawling back up his body like a man starving. Ezra hovered over him now, hair mussed and jaw shadowed with stubble, his palms braced on either side of Sebastian’s ribs. He was shirtless, warm and golden in the afternoon light, his sweatpants slung low—so low that the V of his hips pointed directly to the heavy weight of him beneath the fabric. Sebastian’s breath hitched as Ezra dipped his head again, lips catching one already-slick nipple between them, sucking slowly, deliberately. He made a quiet, keening sound, one hand coming up to push his fingers through Ezra’s hair. Ezra re