UNFORTUNATELY NOT EVERYONE at the Monte Carlo Beach Hotel was having a wonderful time. Four men stood on a private balcony, sharing binoculars, observing the activity by the pool with something less than warm feelings.374Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsOddJtD594
"See what the hell I mean?" Joel looked at the other boyfriends. "Not just getting a tan, are they?"
"Well, at least Nicole still has her damn top on, Joel," Drake couldn't say the same thing for his Rihanna.
"This is why you called?" Egor asked. "This is why we had to fly down here?"
Joel turned to Egor. "Look at them, fella. Your Lindsay, as much as anybody---but all of them. It's like they've forgotten they've got boyfriends."
"Joel...."
"And you should've seen them last night at the casino. They were just like a stampede of wild horses. Waltzing in, attracting attention. Not shying away from it, I can tell you that right now."
"I agree with Joel. We better do something," Sebastian said in agreement. "This isn't acceptable." Tall and lean with carefully coiffed hair, he now looked more like the Hollywood leading man he was than the cheap TV actor he had once been, back when he first met Mischa Barton.
"There you go, Brit-guy." Joel's normally pale skin was purple with rage. To the others, he didn't fit with Nicole Richie. A thirty-one-year-old, temperamental white man, the lead singer for the American pop punk band Good Charlotte, with an exotic American fashion designer, author, actress and television personality of Mexican, English, and African-American ancestry. A nearly-neurotic young lady with an angry male rock musician who fancied a bulldozer over a handshake.
"And what," asked Egor, "are you planning to do?"
"Not let them get away with it, that's what." Joel lifted his beige shirt, revealing a handgun stuffed in his pants.
"Good Lord, Joel," Drake, with the baritone voice and detached manner. He took one step back.
Sebastian stepped back, too, but didn't speak.
"Are you out of your bloody mind?!" said Egor. Just eighteen years old and dark haired, but more manly than most forty-somethings. Too focused, he would be the first to admit, on adding to a portfolio that could keep generations in comfort.374Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU87NL7hEAH
"This whole thing is a waste of time." Egor looked at his watch. "My jet's leaving in one hour. I need to be back in Moscow tonight. Will you all be joining me?"374Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnmy2Btx1lh
Drake didn't answer, keeping a cool stare on Joel's weapon.374Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOHRCgHKpzu
"Will you be joining me?" Egor asked again.374Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgjz8i4uwHT
Sebastian, the stuffy movie star, raised the binoculars again. Mischa was in the pool, laughing at something a young man said to her. The man younger, more muscular---more exciting than Sebastian. He lowered the binoculars and looked alternately at Drake and Joel.374Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCFz5ERyuJq
"I want to hear what Joel has in mind," he said.374Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHIDpsyYLAl
