Sebastian's POV
As I stepped into Nathaniel’s apartment, I was greeted by the distinct scent of beer. Besides being my assistant, myself, Nathaniel, and a few others have been best of friends since high school and middle school, and Nathaniel's place was where we usually hung out.
I hadn’t been here in a while, not since my schedule had been consumed by work and, more recently, my so-called marriage to Scarlett.
Nathaniel opened the door with a wide grin, his surprise evident.
“Well, well, look who decided to grace us with his presence,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “I thought you weren’t coming, Mr. Married Man.”
I let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through my hair. “Please don’t remind me,” I muttered, stepping past him into the apartment.
Inside, the rest of the guys
