Shirtless Mason

Mason shook off the thought of Cleopatra eating dead in his mind. He walked through the hall, stopping at the last room, whose door was bigger than the rest he passed.

Mason tilts the doorknob and pushes it open, revealing a huge space. His eyes roamed through the intensive decoration of the room, filled with several portraits of famous artists hanging on its walls.

Mason paced to the end of the room and through the transparent wall, he could see the entire Aleric City. The view was marvelous, leaving a smile resting on his face.

Moving away from the wall, he moved towards the king-size bed, adored by gold linings, showing it exotic features of the hotel. Mason sighs and pulls out the vibrating phone from his pocket, and without glancing at the name, he answers the call and throws it on his bed, before unbuttoning his shirt.

“Mason!” the familiar voice of his twin was heard from the other end of the line, making him glance back at the phone. During the incident back at the club, Ma