Chapter 93
Johnny's expression shifted the moment he stepped closer.
The explicit sounds hammering from the speakers of Sebastian's phone hit his ears, and he froze, only a few inches away, face twisting in a mixture of disbelief and incredulity.
"Is that… not porn?" he whispered to himself, lips barely moving, eyes darting down at the phone as if looking harder would somehow make it less real.
His gaze was sharp, judgmental, inwardly scolding, yet tinged with disbelief at the brazen audacity of the man in front of him.
Shock clung to him like a second skin, sticky and heavy.
His eyes flitted briefly across the empty office space, the stillness of the room amplifying his embarrassment. Thank God it was emptier now, because this this was mortifying.
Finally, his gaze landed back on Sebastian.
The man sat hunched, rigid, eyes glued to the screen, every inch of him focused, almost hypnotized.
