That Adonis is Mine!

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The sudden cold air chilled Shawn down to his core. He placed his wine glass back on the table and took a second look at his surrounding. The hidden lights fixtures brighten the stiff air.





"What is it ?"





A deep clear voice echo, breaking the silent air. Shawn turned his head, looking at a clean fresh masculine gentleman sitting in front of him. Ignoring the sudden felt of goosebump, Shawn turned his head left and right and then continue from where he stops with his guest, Michael House.





His aim was to build a pleasant relationship with Michael so that he could dig up information on his cousin, Satomi. She was the only link he left in finding the truth behind the death of Sebastian. She was the last person to see him alive.





"Shawn, are you okay?"





Deep concern was voiced out. Shawn reeled in his thought back and gave Michael a brief nod.





"Yes, I am. Thank you for your concern."


"What did you think about?"


"Nothing."





Shawn unwanted to explain peeked Michael interest. Though they just knew each other, somehow he felt comfortable talking to him, like he knew him a lifetime. Even though Michael wanted to become "friend" with Shawn, but his cold demeanor behind his mask made them remained as "acquaintance" instead.





Dissolving awkward air, Michael picked up his glass, gave it a swirl and raised it to the air.





"May whatever concern you have resulted in a happy end."





Shawn picked up his glass and both gentleman drink bottom up. Looking at Shawn willingness to drink with him hyped Michael up, he reached the red wine bottle then continue to fill Shawn's glass before his.





"My fortune cookies told me this, 'Drunken men give some of the best prep talks'."


"What that even mean?"


"Beat me. Let's try to get drunk tonight and see if that's true."


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