Color Me, Black
Without looking at the screen, he answers—already desperate to end the call.
“This is Sebastian.” Sebastian greets with fake enthusiasm.
“I see you’re not sacrificed to the god of plastic bosoms and flat asses.” Grace Keller sasses over the speakerphone, referring to Sebastian’s night, assumed spent with Kellie Cardin, his current fling.
“The witch hasn’t bled me or plucked my heart from my chest as yet, mother.” Sebastian muses, regarding Grace’s unequivocal detestation, for the lawyer he knocked boots with.
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