It was late and well past dinner time in Pittsbrew, yet there was still no sign of Nadine or Sean. Brad stood alone outside the hotel entrance, leaning against his car door, with cigarette butts scattered at his feet.
Earlier that afternoon, Nadine had gotten into Sebastian's car with Sean. Hours had passed, and they still hadn't returned. He wasn't worried about anything happening between Nadine and Sebastian, especially with Sean there. But his heart felt hollow and restless, as if something vital to his survival was missing.
He couldn't stop thinking about Nadine. His thoughts were consumed by her. He wasn't expecting much, just a simple gesture from her—a text message, perhaps, or even a phone call.
But alas, he had waited from dawn to dusk and now well into the night, with no word from her. He hadn't even caught a glimpse of her or Sean since the afternoon.
That feeling gnawed at him. He couldn't stop thinking about Nadine, and the uncertainty was driving him wild. He felt as if his heart was being dipped in ice-cold water, then suddenly thrust into flame. It was unbearable.
As time dragged on, his patience wore thin. Frustrated, he lit a cigarette and called Alex. "Help me out here!"
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Meanwhile, Alex was lounging with two scantily clad women, one on each arm. If it weren't for their bras, their breasts would have spilled out.
Women in their line of work were sharp and perceptive. They knew that this man had to be rich and powerful, someone worth latching onto for a lifetime of comfort.
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