“Yep, the degree in business is all well and good, but my life took on a different direction.” Sebastian eyed Tristan. He’d never told a soul he knew who Tristan’s mate was. “So, what happened to Scott picking you up?”
“He was running late; I got tired of waiting,” Tristan yawned.
The door slammed open and Sebastian jumped off the couch. There in the doorway stood Scott Delange. Drenched. Angry. His chest was heaving and water cascaded down his face from his hair.
Tristan stood up and turned to face the door. The man standing there was definitely pissed off - and fucking gorgeous. The deep black hair hung down almost covering his eyes. Not quite six feet tall, the man had one hell of an impressive body from what Tristan could see. The jeans he wore were soaked and clinging to his muscular thighs.
Scott walked in, slamming the door behind him. Standing on the tile, he took his soaked sweatshirt off and threw it on the floor.
“Um, hi Scott.” Sebastian bit his bottom lip to hid his grin.
Tristan arched a brow. “So, this is my late, raunchy texter?” Tristan had to grin - slutty texter was downright edible.
Scott walked forward, rage consuming him. He pointed at Tristan. “You know what? Fuck you! First off, I had to work today. I got puked on, punched in the eye and then had to drive in gridlock to pick up your stupid ass! I got a flat, and now I’m soaked! You couldn’t fucking wait?”
“Stupid ass?” Tristan smirked.
“That’s all you got from that?” Scott roared. He grabbed Tristan by his suit jacket and hauled him to his face. “You piece of fucking shi—” Scott gasped as Tristan’s scent invaded his senses. By the look on Tristan’s face, he’d realized it too.
“Oh no…” Scott let go of Tristan’s jacket. “Oh, hell no.”
Nicholas looked at Tristan’s face. He’d never seen the man in shock before. “What? What the hell is going on?”
“Tristan is Scott’s mate,” Sebastian informed him, crossing his arms.
“What!?” Nicholas said.
Scott backed off; Tristan still hadn’t said a word. “This is a joke, right?” Scott looked up towards the ceiling. “You can’t be serious! You make me wait years and now you give me this?”
“Excuse me?” Tristan finally came to his senses. He eyed Scott from head to toe. “You aren’t exactly my type either, for one; you’re too short and two…” Tristan wrinkled his nose in disgust. “You stink.”
“What!?” Scott thundered.
Nicholas jumped between them before the fists started to fly. “Whoa guys!”
“I stink? Well gee fucking whiz, Mr. Wizard, I wonder if that’s because I was stuck out on the side of the road, splashed by cars, oh, and let’s not forget I got off work and drove to Sea-Tac to pick up your stupid miserable ass!” Scott yelled.
“You forgot about being short,” Tristan drawled.
“Fuck you!”
“Not until you shower,” Tristan sneered.
Nicholas grabbed Scott before his claws ripped through Tristan’s dress suit. Shooting a look at Sebastian, Nicholas took Scott to the back room. He sat him down on the bed and crossed his arms. “Scott…”
“What!” Scott snapped.
“I think you should go home until you can calm down. Tristan is your mate.”
Scott stood back up. “I’m supposed to be happy about that? He’s an asshole! Do you know what I went through today? Then I had to go get his stupid ass from the airport! He left before I even got there!” Scott paced the room.
“I am going home; I can’t be in the same room with that man. Mate or not, this is going to be one of the cases where one of the mates hates the other one!” Scott slammed the bedroom door open and stalked down the hall. Walking through the living room, he shot Tristan a look of anger.
“Leaving so soon?” Tristan said wryly.
“Kiss my ass, dickhead.” Scott stalked out the front door, slamming it behind him.
Tristan smiled; his mate was one hell of a spitfire. “Well, that went smashingly.”
Sebastian slumped down on the couch with a frustrated sigh. “Tristan, Scott is your mate; shouldn’t you have at least tried to be a little nicer? He had a bad day and you made it worse.”
Tristan regarded Sebastian. “You knew. All this time you knew.”
Sebastian nodded. “Yes, but I couldn’t say anything. Wayne made me promise not to tell people what I see in my visions.”
Tristan ran a hand through his hair. “It doesn’t matter; the fates got this one wrong. Scott and I are not suited for each other.”
Sebastian smirked. “Oh really? Is that why you had a hard-on when he grabbed you?”
“Why were you looking at my dick?” Tristan asked with a wry smile.
“Nice deflection.” Sebastian stood up. “I think my neighbors could have seen your excitement. Admit it. You’re attracted to Scott whether you like it or not. The fates make mistakes, yes, but not in this case.” Sebastian walked to the kitchen. “It’s going to happen whether you want it to or not. You and Scott will be pulled to each other,” Sebastian called over his shoulder.
Tristan walked to the window. The grey Seattle sky was finally allowing some sun to peek through. He finally had a mate. The question was did he want one?
~Pleading the Fifth~~ Start the ride from the beginning with: “A Marked man”, “Alaska With Love”, “By the Light of the Moon”, “Half Moon Rising”, “Best Laid Plans” , “For the Love of Caden”, “The General’s Lover”, “Russian Prey”, “An Ignited Passion”, “Reflash”, “The Red Zone” And “Irish Wishes”.
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