89 Wrecked And Wounded

Cautiously, Alexa walked behind Gerald as he led the way to the sitting room where Christopher was seated with legs crossed at the knee and a stern look plastered on his face. He seemed displeased and the reason was right before her eyes. 

His gait was just as powerful and sturdy like Christopher. The man moved with a swag that was suave, and from the rear he looked exactly like Christopher, except with hair and skin tone. While Christopher was fair with his sun-kissed hair that waved so perfectly, Gerald was dark skinned, with black hair, and rich, trimmed beard that coated the contours of his face. 

But they both had blue eyes. 

"Do you care for something?" Alexa asked, taking up her maiden duty. 

Gerald raised and turned his head up to her after settling into a seat adjacent to Christopher's. He regarded her politely with a smile. "A glass of water will be fine, if you don't mind."