US, Caribbean Islands
SOMEWHERE ALONG THE GULF OF MEXICO
JANUARY, one month later
It was one hell of a party, one which had been going on nonstop since Christmas and they were already in mid-January. Devon stared at the scenery in front of him with cynical detachment, taking a swig at his beer bottle, not even caring when the alcohol overflew down his mouth.
Naked women were all over the place, wearing minimal skimpy materials which barely covered their perfect tanned figures, with glasses or bottles of expensive champagnes in hand. Since he was the owner, only a few were admitted to his quarters in the upper deck, but from the lifted position he could clearly almost everywhere. The place was crowded with acquaintances he could barely remember.
It was also difficult to calculate the
