Just a Bit Wicked

Sebastian is going to be late.

"Damn... Hermione!" He tried to sound dignified. "Come down immediately."

His cat didn't move a muscle.

"Be good, girl," he whispered while looking at his watch, it was too damn late. "Come down, my lord princess, please, I know you can do it." Living alone was a good thing, at least no one would see him pleading to a cat.

Hermione didn't move, still meowing pitifully on top of the wardrobe.Sebastian sighed, raking his carefully groomed hair with his hands.He didn't expect to be back until tomorrow morning, he couldn't bear to leave her there, he wasn't sure she would be able to come down by herself after he went out-it had happened several times: climbed high and couldn't come down.Hermione was his sweetheart, but he was also well aware of her little flaws, and to be honest, she was a little... not bright.His older sister, Julia, would chuckle every time the incident was brought up, calling him an idiot for naming the smartest character after "the silliest cat in existence."But he can't be wronged, when Hermione was named this, she was still a little milk cat, who can tell if she is stupid or not?

"Okay." He glanced at his watch again and sighed—he was a quarter of an hour late. "It's not my fault." He picked up the broom.

After he finished the cat and changed his clothes, another half an hour passed.Sebastian climbed into his Range Rover, trying to assuage his guilt.Maybe his mother was right, he wasn't yet responsible for another life.Let's hope Hermione didn't leave any trauma.He also had no other choice. How could he be late for the boss's engagement party?Technically, Tristan Duvall wasn't his boss, he belonged to a modeling agency and was only the face of Tristan's new menswear label; but still.It's wrong to be late, and it's even more inappropriate if he shows up looking like he's been scratched by a cat.This party is no small feat, and there will probably be a lot of media present.After all, Tristan Dewar's engagement to a man is big news: It's not every day that a former top footballer like him comes out as gay.

Sebastian smiled helplessly: I don't know when the sports world will change.He is thankful that modeling is far less cruel to sexual minorities than sports.Of course, there are assholes everywhere, but in general it is still far behind the football world.In the fashion industry, there are not a few designers and models who date with the same sex, and not many people look at Sebastian's open bisexuality differently.In fact, he once wondered whether Tristan also took his sexuality into consideration when he was chosen to represent the new brand.maybe.Anyway, this is a great opportunity.New brands come in and attract a lot of attention.It's sure to be an instant hit.Tristan Dewar has always been the darling of the media, and it has nothing to do with his sexual orientation; the golden boy of England has a delicate face and a natural temperament, his childhood story is tear-jerking, and his stardom in the green shade that ended abruptly is embarrassing; Has amazing business instincts.As long as he looks for the target, he can become a leader in any field, and such people are only rare.Sebastian was really flattered that Tristan chose him to represent him, and it will surely be a milestone in his career.

Thinking of this, Sebastian smiled excitedly, then turned off the engine and got out of the car.As he expected, the venue was packed with paparazzi.

"Sebastian, please say something!"

"Sebastian, do you really want to endorse Dewar's new brand? It is rumored that you have signed an exclusive contract with Burberry, will there be a conflict?"

"Sebastian, respond to that New York Fashion Week scandal?"

"Sebastian, someone saw you with—"

Sebastian put on a sexy and mysterious image with full firepower, and walked towards the entrance of the venue.To be honest, although he has been immersed in this industry for several years, he still feels guilty about dressing up like this-he has grown up so much, and he has never been involved in "sexy" and "mysterious".He has been a complete nerd since he was a child, and he has few friends; even if he has, he would rather spend a quiet night with a book than wander around.Adolescence was rough, too: he grew into a clumsy, pimple-faced slender man, full of video games and Harry Potter, who was pushed and shoved in the school corridors and occasionally Stumble and gnaw mud.

At that time, who would have thought that he just hadn't broken out of the cocoon and become a butterfly?

The current him is handsome and smooth, the corners of his eyes and the ends of his hair are full of style; looking at him now, no one would believe that he was once ugly and stupid.The teenage boy would never have believed it either, and a few years later he was crowned a Playboy.Every time he heard this title, he couldn't help laughing.Well, to be fair, the reputation is not unfounded.In the first few years of his career as a model, he was overwhelmed by people's sudden enthusiasm, and he was indeed a bit unrestrained, and he was not taboo about meat and vegetables.Occasionally now.Those handsome men and beauties who once wouldn't even look at him gave him admiring eyes, which still made him intoxicated.It might be a bit calculating to think so, but fuck it, he's had enough of ridicule and staring, he has the right to care.

Sebastian shook his head, smiled, and whispered to himself. "Fool, you're 25." He's grown up, grown into a real adult, and it's time to move on from that bad memory.Cruel youth, he is not the first, nor will he be the last to experience it.

He threw away distracting thoughts and walked into the venue.He walked through the crowd with an indifferent and alienated expression, secretly heaving a sigh of relief for the guests.There was such a star-studded scene that no one would have noticed his late arrival: players, models, all kinds of influencers from business, politics and social circles.Sure enough, the Tristan Dewar he knew would not let go of any opportunity to network.In all fairness, this gathering was not so utilitarian, and Sebastian also met the family of the fiancée, as well as many familiar members of LGBT charities.All kinds of people gather here, and the scene looks very interesting.

Sebastian stood among the chattering crowd and looked around.He should probably find Tristan and his fiancé—

His eyes flicked back to the burly blond man leaning against the wall.a bit familiar...

The man tilted his head, and Sebastian gasped.Damn.It's him.That homophobic bastard he talked about in Moscow.

He bit his lip and looked at the man.

Sebastian generally doesn't sleep with people he's attached to.He thought Nina was single and didn't notice her photo with her boyfriend until the end of the episode.This incident made him extremely uncomfortable, but after he met the conservative and feudal boyfriend, he felt that Nina was justifiable—that is, she was an unreasonable villain.

Sebastian hated bullies the most.That meeting with this guy—Vlad, if he remembers correctly—caused a tsunami of traumatic childhood memories full of humiliation: being shoved on a locker, being Shout out to Glass, a gang of homophobic thugs who look exactly like that guy swarm around him, punching and kicking him.As a young man, he was powerless to fight this kind of bullying, but now that he is no longer a shy and skinny kid, he can stand up and even fight back.In Moscow, he was proud that he had not been haunted by the shadow of his past, that he had not allowed the villain to turn violent on him.He won.The jerk left the hotel room in deep confusion and self-loathing.He deserves it.Sebastian is very proud of himself, he taught that homophobic guy a lesson, presumably Vlad will be more sensible in the future.

Well, it doesn't look like it's working that well.The bastard was looking at Tristan and his fiancé, Zach, with unabashed disdain.The couple were not acting out of the ordinary: they were talking to a guest, Zach casually draping his arm around his lover's waist, thumb touching Tristan's crotch.As far as public displays of affection are concerned, this level is very low-key; but judging from Vlad's expression, he probably felt that these two people were almost kissing in public.jerk.

Sebastian pursed his lips, took a glass of champagne from the passing waiter, and walked towards Vlad.

He walked over to the man and leaned against the wall. "What is your high-quality straight man doing on this occasion?"

Vlad's body stiffened instantly.He didn't look in Sebastian's direction, so Sebastian took the opportunity to look him up and down: Vlad was wearing a formal suit, which was black from top to bottom, inside and out, and his crisp gold Short hair is in stark contrast.

Sebastian sighed to himself.Why does God give these ugly villains a good skin?

"What are you doing here?" Vlad finally turned his head.His teeth were clenched, his veins were showing, his blue eyes fixed on Sebastian.

Goosebumps ran up Sebastian's spine, but he put on a languid smile as if nothing had happened. "I was invited here. What about you? I didn't expect to see you here, aren't you afraid of getting a taste of base?"

Vlad's face was unmoved, but Sebastian noticed a fist in his pocket.

"I'm working," Vlad said through gritted teeth, and nodded his head sideways, pointing at the handsome, short man who was chatting with the fiancée. "Being his bodyguard."

Sebastian raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. "Luke Whitford? He's gay."

"Don't tell me you are good girlfriends or something."

Sebastian smiles, the guy is obviously worried, it's almost comical. "Not familiar, but we know each other. He is my friend's friend." He was silent for a while, wondering why Luke needed a bodyguard. "Is it because of the murders? Hiring a homophobic bodyguard for a comrade to protect him from being murdered by other homophobes is a bit unreasonable."

Vlad glared at him. "Feeling disgusted to sleep with a man doesn't mean I want to drive you all to death."

"Disgusting, huh?" Sebastian smiled and took a sip of champagne, looking over the rim at Vlad.He swallowed the liquid in his mouth, and Vlad's eyes flicked across his rolling throat.

This is quite interesting.

Although a vague voice in his heart kept warning him that he was playing with fire, Sebastian let his eyes linger on Vlad's broad and thick chest without restraint.He didn't come here to be reserved.

"Stop it." Vlad's face was a little red, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Sebastian blinked, smiling innocently. "Stop?"

"Listen up," Vlad clenched his jaw like a toothache.The waiter passed by, and he took a glass of champagne and drank it down. "I'm not the second chair."

Sebastian chuckled. "I know you're not furniture."

If eyes could kill, he would have died twice. "Stop being cute with me."

Sebastian crossed his legs, tilted his hips slightly, and smiled at Vlad. "He's always been cute," he murmured, looking into Vlad's eyes, sticking out his tongue to moisten his lips. "Do not you think so?"

"I'm not a second chair." Vlad repeated dryly, meeting Sebastian's gaze. "Don't think that you can use your brains just by licking it once."

Sebastian cut his hair, he was a little surprised.He hadn't expected Vlad to open his mouth and admit that this had happened.

"Okay," Sebastian said.Vlad squinted him suspiciously.Sebastian muttered quietly. "But that one of yours is pretty good. It was a blast last time." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, and couldn't help laughing.Sure enough, the villains have no brains, and it's so much fun to watch them get played out of their wits.Ah, Vlad's expression is really memorable.

***

Vlad hadn't planned on drinking here.If Roman found out that he was not staying awake while protecting Luke, he would definitely not let it go.A glass of champagne was no different to him than plain water, but even that didn't work, and it was disturbing to realize that he'd gotten drunk so easily.

Vlad went to the bar to ask for a glass of water and downed it in one gulp.Leaning against the bar, he began to scan the room, checking for anything strange or anyone suspicious.

The problem was that the hall was too dark and too crowded, and the alcohol gradually made the guests lose the suaveness of the opening scene, and the atmosphere became boisterous.The once-empty dance floor is now full, and the music is deafening.This is not quite like an engagement party, just a group of drunken celebrities and businessmen having an affair.

Vlad's eyes flicked across the dance floor, stopping at someone in the middle of the ring.Sebastian Sumner closed his eyes and twisted his hips to the beat of the music.His black shirt was left open almost completely, revealing his toned pecs and abs.He raised his head and leaned against a tall muscular man, with his hands on the waist of the blonde beauty in front of him.

Vlad looked at them with his lips pursed, watching Sebastian being sandwiched between the man and the woman, grinning wildly.

bitch.

He looked away, to where Luke had been sitting a few minutes ago.The table is empty.The string in his mind tensed instantly: Where did that little brat go?

He searched the dance floor for 15 minutes and found nothing.Mild irritation turned to extreme anxiety.Luke's cell phone didn't answer either.

Vlad finally confirmed that Luke was not in the crowded hall, and he began to search the rest of the venue.

It's a pompous and luxurious clubhouse, with countless bathrooms, terraces and private rooms - trying to find someone here is a nightmare.As time passed, he became more and more worried.If that kid got into any trouble, Vlad's gonna fucking kill him himself.If he was going anywhere else, he should have said hello first.

He heard the noise when he passed a certain back door.Years of experience made him stop and hold his breath.It sounded like a muffled scream.He walked over quietly and opened the door silently.

The alley was very dark.There were five of them, one of whom was in the uniform of a waiter.The waiter held the gun against Sebastian Sumner's back.A knife was held to Tristan Dewar's throat.Two hostages, three kidnappers.

Vlad is not a hero, and he has no feelings for saving lives.Later he would explain the logic of his actions: Luke was still missing, perhaps already taken by the gang.

But he shot directly without thinking about it.

It was too dark here, and the group of people had already walked six meters away.Fortunately, he has good marksmanship.

Vlad drew his gun and aimed it at the one in the waiter's hand.

What followed was a mess of instinct, blood, and violence.

Three minutes later, the fake waiter was lying on the ground, bleeding from his head, his hands bound by his own tie.One of his accomplices was knocked out; another was screaming as Vlad trampled on him, and Vlad drove the knife deeper into his thigh before knocking him out too.Fuck, a bunch of laymen.

He blushed until he heard someone behind him. "Hmm..." the man said in a long voice. "I don't want to come across as ungrateful, but that seems a little too much, doesn't it? And, who the hell are you?"

Vlad straightened up, turned his head, and looked at the other two.The shorter one, the one who spoke just now, Tristan Dewar, was looking at him curiously.For someone who was almost kidnapped, he seemed eerily calm.

Vlad glanced at Sebastian to see that he was not as composed as Tristan.His face was pale, and his big black eyes looked at the kidnapper on the ground for a while, and then looked at Vlad for a while.His mouth was red with blood.

Vlad felt his stomach tighten.He turned his eyes and looked at Tristan: "I'm Luke Whitford's bodyguard."

"Thanks, 'Luke Whitford's Bodyguard'." Tristan smiled charmingly.

What the hell is going on?Is this child sick?He didn't seem to care at all about what had just happened.

Before Vlad could speak, several security personnel rushed out of the door, followed by several others, including Luke.

"Where the hell are you hiding?" Vlad yelled at Luke.

"I was on the phone with Roman," Luke said absently. "Everyone, are you all right?"

"Fortunately, thanks to your strong man," Tristan replied.His fiancé started patting him here and there, checking him for injuries, and he rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, Zach." But when the man pulled him over and hugged him tightly, whispering something in his ear, his voice softened. "I'm fine, baby."

Vlad looked away, turning his gaze back to Sebastian again.The model was looking around, looking disappointed.Although he was taller and much stronger than Tristan, he looked... small now.I don't know where the previous look of being able to do a job with ease and not knowing the heights of the sky and the earth is gone.

Vlad frowned and looked away.None of his business.

He walked up to the kidnapper closest to him and slapped him hard.The guy groaned.

"Who sent you?" Vlad asked.

The man looked up at him. "You're Russian. How could you be so stupid as to save two damn glass?"

Vlad watched him for a moment, then took the knife in the man's thigh and stabbed it in.The guy screamed.

"Say," Vlad said.

"Vlad," Luke called nervously behind him.

"Say." Vlad repeated, increasing the strength in his hand. "This knife is not bad, how about I pull it out and stab you in the throat?"

The guy moaned, his eyes wide with fear and pain. "You have no guts, Russian."

Vlad smiled coldly. "Gamble?"

"Vlad, stop," Luke whispered angrily. "You can't lynch a confession!" He looked around, then lowered his voice. "We're not in Russia. Roman and his men shouldn't be getting attention for this kind of thing! Leave it to the police."

Vlad nodded reluctantly. "They have other accomplices." After speaking, he stepped back a few steps.

"How do you know?" Sebastian interrupted suddenly.

Vlad didn't look at him. “They had headphones on, and someone was directing.” Perhaps the man was hiding in some unremarkable SUV, long gone.

"Do you think those people will attack them again?" someone who came out with Luke asked.Vlad figured he was a friend of Luke's.

Vlad shrugged. "Most likely. Cults generally don't stop halfway, they will keep biting until they succeed."

"We will strengthen the security." Tristan's fiancé said with a frown, he still held Tristan in his arms.

Tristan nodded in agreement, then looked at Sebastian. "You can't live alone anymore. Can you move back home?"

Sebastian, still looking out of sorts, shook his head. "My family is not in London. But even if they were I wouldn't want to involve them."

"You can move in with me," Luke said.Vlad suddenly felt a stone in his stomach.

"No," he interrupted Luke. "It's too dangerous for you, I don't agree."

Luke glared at him. "Fortunately, I am the master of my site, and I don't need your approval to invite people as guests."

Vlad opened his mouth, then closed it again.This is true, he really couldn't stop Luke. "Roman's going to freak out."

Luke smiled. "I know. But if it's all up to Roman, he'll lock me up in a tower for safety. The security at my apartment is incredible - Roman wants to. It's probably the safest place in England right now." place. Before the dust settles on this matter, Sebastian moving in is the best solution."

Vlad gritted his teeth.He had to admit that there was some truth to what the brat said.

Luke knew he had won.He smiled at Sebastian. "See, even my ass-tempered bodyguard has nothing to say. Come on, Roman has gone abroad, and I'm bored to death in a big empty room all day long. Vlad is just a boring bastard."

Sebastian looked at Luke, then at Vlad, as if hesitating.Vlad stared at him fiercely.Do you dare to promise to try?

A smile crept onto Sebastian's lips, and the flame of deja vu danced in his eyes. "Okay," he said to Luke. "Thank you, buddy."

Vlad wanted to punch something.

Luke looked at him as if reading his mind. "Vlad, don't forget what we said: If you're homophobic about my friends, I'll fire you, and you explain it to Roman."

Vlad nodded, ignoring Sebastian's curious gaze, and turned away.

Fuck, he was really unlucky.What are the odds that Luke actually knew this guy who had tipped him off in Moscow?

After thinking about it for a while, he had to admit that the probability was not small.Luke and Sebastian are both well-known people in London, so of course they would know each other.It's just his own luck.When Luke insisted on picking Vlad to share a roof with him, Sebastian was invited.

Vlad generally didn't believe in gods; but if they did exist, they would be snickering and pointing at him right now.