“We’re celebrating your new apartment, obviously!” Ajay winks as he drops two umbrellas into Marcus’ drink.
Sebastian groans loudly. “No. You didn’t.”
“I did, Seb, I absolutely did.” Ajay shoves the drink into Marcus’ hand. “Look Marcus, I talked to Seb’s brother. Jackson. He just left home, and I set him up with an apartment here in the building. Wanted him to stay with us, but I also didn’t want to have to cover up a murder when he and Seb inevitably end up duking it out, so he’s on his own right now in a two bedroom. You can have the second bedroom, rent free if you need.”
Marcus blanches. “It’s not…I can pay rent. It’s not about that.”
Ajay shrugs carelessly. “Fine then, pay what you’re paying now. It doesn’t matter. Shit, you already sound like Jack. You two’ll get along.”
“You will not,” Sebastian objects. “Marcus, don’t do it. Jack is an annoying little fucker. He’s stubborn as hell, a total snob, and he doesn’t know when to keep his trap shut.”