Open Marriage (ON HOLD)

Chapter 18

(Tuesday, June 8, 2021)

"Are you serious?" Sebastian asked Chris the next day at lunch.

"Believe me, I want to be lying," Chris commented, gazing up from his food.

"Rachel has a naked picture of me on her phone, and she..." Sebastian didn't even know how to finish his sentence.

"Apparently, neither of them care if the other has the photo," Chris continued.

"So, wait. Y/N has a picture of you in her phone?" he questioned, frowning at his friend.

"I don't know," Chris answered, taking a long drink from his glass. "But she might as well have with how many times she's seen me naked."

"Those two are special," Sebastian breathed out, taking a bit from his chicken salad.

"You're just figuring that out?"

"Well, I haven't been in their world for over six years. I'm not privy to their quirks," the dark-haired man pointed out.

"That is true."

"So what did Rachel say about if the positions switched? You know if we had pictures of them?" Sebastian asked, sipping on his water.

"Oh, she mind-fucked me with that," he admitted, setting his elbows on the table.

"How?"

"How would either of us feel if we knew the other had naked pictures of their girl?" Chris challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"I promise I don't have any naked pictures of Lady Evans," Sebastian assured Chris.

"And I have none of Lynny," Chris assured his friend. "She knows that we both would not be okay with that."

"But supposedly they are?"

Chris nodded, "I guess."

"Again, I have to say those two are special," he laughed, the waitress returning with their check.

"I think it's my turn to pay for lunch," Chris commented, pulling out his wallet.

"I got it next time," Sebastian insisted, the two rising to their feet, walking out of the diner.

"What do you want to do this afternoon?" Chris asked, walking towards his car.

"I was planning on trying to fit a haircut into my day," he answered, running his fingers through his hair.

"Someone at the company can do that for you. Just stop by tomorrow. I'll hook you up," Chris responded, Sebastian nodding. "How about a game of golf?"

Sebastian glanced over at his friend, smirking. "Okay, let's go golfing, Chris."

"Fuck yeah," he exclaimed, Sebastian partly regretting that he agreed.

"It doesn't matter how many times you take me, I'm still not going to get any better," he informed while Chris drove in the direction of the country club that they always golfed.

"That means I always win," Chris chuckled, patting his friend's chest.

"Which makes playing with you...so fun," Sebastian expressed, every word oozing with sarcasm.

"Come on, pal."

"You are like fucking good at everything," Sebastian pointed out.

Chris shrugged, "I'm sorry."

"No, you're not supposed to say sorry. You're supposed to say, no, man, I'm not good at everything," Sebastian explained, laughing, while Chris pulled into the large parking lot. "Who usually golfs with you?"