The Perfect Flaw

The guest's black shirt was tucked into his black pants, revealing his slim body lines. He leaned ahead, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. And the glass reflected his beautiful, handsome face.

"Declan?" Carter took a while to recognize the man. He put his glass down and approached him. "When did you come here? Last night? This morning? What are you doing here anyway?"

Declan stared straight