Tristan’s POV
“So what’s this sensation I’m getting from the Legendary playboy, Tristan?” Sebastian asked as soon as we sat down after making our way into one of our favorite pubs in the city just across the building from where he worked for his father.
“Come on, man.” I groaned. “You couldn’t even wait for us to get settled down or to place our orders yet?”
“You dragged me out from the mountain of paperwork I have lying on my desk, it’s only proper to barrage you with questions as I deem fit.” Sebastian fixed me with a stare.
“Admit it, Sebastian. You need this drink as much as I do. Don’t act all righteous like you didn’t jump out of a meeting in the middle of yesterday to get into a squabble with Ava at a nightclub.”
“I know I'm different when it comes to Ava.” Sebastian shrugged
