Rough Trade

Ivo met his eyes with a nod. "Ivan. We know."

Lucas tilted his head sideways with an accessing look. "If you know that name it means you've already talked with his thug boyfriend." He shook his head with a dry chuckle. "I'll never know what Ivaldo saw in that bit of rough trade."

"Yeah, he should have slept with the producer of the movie he was acting in instead," Ivo said, smirking widely. "That would have worked out much better."

He had no love for Vital. But he hated the condescension in Lucas' voice. Rough trade. Fuck him. As shady as he was, Vital was still worth ten of him and his ugly suits.

Lucas scoffed and reached for one of the glasses the waiter had left on the table along with the bottle. He popped the cork and poured himself two fingers. "I suppose people like you have plenty of time to read what the rags say about me."