Bodyguards, Mobsters, Eyes-Wide-Shut Parties
It's a New World Order!
Stephan didn’t feel like sleeping anymore. He stood naked in front of the large mirror on the wall noticing his bronzed body. It was remarkably sculpted. His palms brushed over his bare chest, covered with short, curly hair. That was him: the bronzed shapely body with cold, green, catlike eyes; the high forehead, the powerful cheekbones, and the light chestnut hair that fell in restless waves upon his forehead.
He stood there for five more seconds examining his body with amazement. Then he walked to the window, pushed the curtains aside, and flung it wide open . . . the show could begin . . .