chapter four
God
its good to be rich,
Mark thought as he stepped out onto the balcony of his $2000-per-night room with
a can of Coke in his hands, which was on the 23rd floor. There were
only three rooms on that level, ensuring that he had the peace he so craved.
How
did I ever manage without this money before?
Mark asked rhetorically. His eyes scanned the beach below and a smile spread
across his face. A genuine one at that, as his body begun losing its tension and
relaxed.
The last
few years of touring and concerts had really taken a toll on him. This was the
prefect break he needed, and he knew the others felt the same, wherever they had
gone. Each of them had made a pact to keep clear of each other’s holiday
destinations; not that they hated each other. They just had had an overdose of
each other after so many years of being together.
This
was going to be a great holiday, he thought dreamily. Maybe he would meet some sweet and pretty
girl…
Not that
he had any doubt of the latter happening. It so happens, that women find me
irresistible, he reflected, quite certain of that fact. Not that I’m
being egoistic. Ask the screaming girls.
Except
that young woman at the airport of course. Well, she was a freak anyway.
With
that sweet afterthought, Mark re-entered the room, eager to get out of his
present clothes and go for that complimentary dinner downstairs.