“I like that plan. Oh, and room service. Strangely, I’m in the mood for food,” he says with a chuckle.
“I could eat,” I say with a laugh. “Just let me call Linc and Scott back, then we can settle down.”
“Okay, I’ll pour you a Scotch.”
“Wine, please,” I say before punching in Lincoln’s number.
“What’s up, sweetie?” I say as he answers.
“Sebastian is what’s up,” he snaps. “He is driving me nuts and Scott won’t even come out of his room now.”
“What? Why?”
“You know how he gets. Just tell Sebastian to go back upstairs.”
I sigh as Cole comes back and I make a decision. Screw this ban. It’s such a fucking inconvenience. I grab Cole’s hand and say to Lincoln, “Hang on. I’m coming there.” I hang up and Astral us back into the apartment in New York.
“Shit, Liv! You shouldn’t be doing that,” Lincoln snaps at me.
“Fuck that,” I say rudely. “My rule, and I’ll break it if I want to. Now, what is this issue?”
Lincoln sighs, crossing over to me and kissing me on my mouth, swishing his tongue briefly against mine. “Hey, Cole,” he says.
“Hey,” Cole replies. He pulls away from me and has a look around. It occurs to me that he has never been here before. He looks out of the window and says, “Wow, nice view.” I smile at him.
“Livvie,” Sebastian says, coming out of my room. “What are you doing here?” He also gives me a kiss, albeit a chaste one, which sets both Cole and Lincoln bristling.
“Seb, what are you still doing here?” I ask him.
“I like it here. Smells like you,” he leers at me.
I glare at him. “Go back up!”
“Why?”
“Lincoln doesn’t like strangers and you are freaking out my assistant.”
“I don’t want to,” he sulks. “He is still in a mood.” His face brightens suddenly as he says, “Although, now that you are here it might cheer him up. I’ll go and tell him.” He Teleports out to CK’s apartment before I can yell “No!”
“Fuck’s sake. Scott?” I call, marching to Devon’s room and banging on the door. “He’s gone.”
“Thank god,” Scott says as he opens the door. “That man…he has too many issues going on.”
I frown at him. “What do you mean issues? Did you read him?”
“I couldn’t not. Although, I had to force myself to stop. It’s the same with Mr. D’Arcangelo. It just happens.”
“Must be his age,” I mutter.
“How old is he?”
“Same as Constantine. He’s his first.”
“Ah, I see. Yes,” Scott says as if it makes sense now.
“Anything I should know about?”
“Probably, but you need to spe