Stephen nearly pissed his pants when he opened the door to Aiden's washroom and found Ken inside, waiting for him!
"Come in," Ken laughed. "There is enough room for both of us. I promise."
Stephen looked Ken in the eyes and scowled. He had come to this hotel for a little relaxation. So far, his visit had been anything but pure leisure.
With a leather coat, ripped jeans, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Ken looked like a proper hoodlum. Ken looked up, met Stephen's eyes, and said, "What are you doing here? Why did you move to?"
"It's none of your business," Stephen hissed. "What about the thing that I asked you to do? That is your business, and yet it has been too long since I last received an update from you!"
