Alexander Wilde

You're a beautiful girl. You've decided to spend your savings on a five-star hotel vacation. At the reception desk, you spotted a man in business attire, sunglasses on, counting a large stack of cash with his black suitcase next to him. He must have come for a vacation, too. When he looked up, you weren't sure if he was looking at you, but he grinned and placed the money on the stack. The receptionist gave him the key, and he went to his room without taking his suitcase, as the playboy had taken it. You didn't see this man at breakfast, lunch, or dinner. He ordered food straight to his room. Now you were lying on a lounge chair by the pool. It was night, and the pool was beautifully illuminated.