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April Sky.
Brandon Piers reclined on the leather sofa, swirling a glass of red wine. The dark lighting in the private room made it appear as vivid as blood, yet it paled in comparison to him.
Noel Roberts, with a fresh-faced model in his arms, glanced at the man on the sofa. Feeling as though what he held was a mere imitation, he kicked at Brandon Piers. "Want one? You love them fresh and juicy, don't you? Michael Piers just sent a few chicks over, let me break you in."
"Weakling." The man's beautiful thin lips slowly spat out the words.
Everyone, "..." Noel Roberts shrugged. Seriously?
Michael Piers nudged Noel Roberts. "Is he serious?"
"Am I not serious?" Noel Roberts retorted, then looked at the model in his arms, blowing flirtatiously at her neck. "I'm serious about every pretty girl."
The model coyly nestled closer into Noel Roberts' embrace. "Oh, Young Master Roberts, you're bad."
