A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Round the other side, along the edge of the pristine aquamarine pool, a devilishly handsome man in floral trunks with only a white towel draped over his torso was stretched out leisurely upon a deck chair.

Next to him was an attentive bikini-clad woman who served up a mojito which the man took one glance at but otherwise left untouched.

The woman was wary and knew not to get too cozy. Therefore, she returned to the pool where she frolicked with another similarly skimpily dressed woman.

Babes, bikinis, and pools were the fantasy of many men, but the man’s attention seemed to be elsewhere, as though completely unmoved by everything before him.

It was then that a black-clad blond man approached him.

The man’s eyes finally perked up when his counterpart’s outfit drew a frown from him. “You look like a swarthy rat dressed up like that today, Gerald.”

The swarthy rat laughed it off. “Heading out later, so I’ve got to keep a low profile. Do you know what I’ve found out?”

The man pursed his lips and was in no mood for mind games. “Out with it.”

Electing not to continue beating about the bush, Gerald said, “Vinson Southall has returned, and he’s pretty capable too to turn back the heads of those who we

to bring

be more to it, the

laughter of the two beauties in the pool. He shifted his eyes over and saw that they were in

though drenched all over, dared not lose his cool and could only stand there stiffly

the frosty

trembled when their eyes met the man’s monstrous gaze before they reacted and half-fled

“You really don’t know how to treat women,

crap and keep talking,” was

has his sights set

a finger across his own

shot to his feet with

me of such an important matter only now? Put a team together and

made his way to the mansion. His aggressive movements caused the towel he had on him to fall onto the

heads that donned seven crowns. A third of its tail was made up of stars, and its entire length