Dirty Affairs

CHAPTER 15 How Could He? Bastard!

Outside the club, Cynthia was still talking to the caller. So far, the call had lasted for over 30 minutes.

"We have been on this for over thirty minutes... I'm sorry. I can't come now. I'm busy at the moment. Let's make it some other time please." Cynthia pleaded and after she heard the response of the caller, she ended the call. As she was about walking back into the club, she thought of making use of the restroom before going to meet with her friend Sophia.

Back inside the club...

Sophia was still seated, trying to feel comfortable with that stranger even though she wasn't comfortable at all.

While they talked, a cute looking young man walked towards them.

"Good evening ma'am." He greeted Sophia and she was so curious to know why the young man had approached her as he stood in front of her.

"Good evening. Please, how may I help you." Sophia returned the greeting. She didn't want to be arrogant after all. Since the young man was putting on a white shirt and a black trousers, he tucked in, looking gentle. Sophia concluded that he was a waiter the moment she looked around and found most of the waiters and waitresses dressed in the same outfit with the young man.

"Your friend Cynthia sent me to call you. She is outside and I think she is in a big mess." Said the waiter.

Her heart skipped. "Hmm? Big mess?" She immediately stood from her seat as she placed her hand on her chest, feeling how her heart was pounding so hard. She tried running out to meet with her friend outside but Adrian stopped her.

"Let me come with you." He said. At this very point, Sophia didn't say yes or no. She wasn't in a position to determine if it was safe for him to come along with her. She just wanted to see and know what's wrong with her friend.

Meanwhile, the moment the waiter saw the chaos his news had caused, he gradually stepped out.

The man in a black outfit on the other hand sat in his secluded position as he wondered what that waiter had told her that made her look so worried that she tried running out in such a way.

Shortly, he adjusted his face-cap to the front, trying to put it in place so that it covered his head and some part of his face properly which made it difficult for people to recognize who he was. Once he was done, like a cool dude he was, he continued to observe to know what would happen next.

Furthermore, since Adrian didn't get a negative response from Sophia, that made him believe Sophia felt safe around him and that was why she didn't refuse him to come along with her.

He grabbed her wrist as they both rushed outside the club.

They went outside and Sophia searched around but couldn't find Cynthia. The thought of that made her so weak.

"Where could she be?" Sophia spoke inwardly to herself.

"Did she actually tell you where she was going?" Adrian curiously asked and Sophia nodded.

Sophia replied worriedly.

"Yes, she was on a call a few minutes ago right here." Sophia pointed at the spot she last saw Cynthia.

"You should have asked the waiter if he had an idea on the exact place she was. According to what he said, it's obvious he met Cynthia before she sent him to call you." He said as Sophia sighed in frustration the moment she realized she had made a huge mistake by not asking that waiter.

"Call her number." He suggested.

It was fortunate that Sophia ran out along with her phone in her hands as she dialed Cynthia's number but unfortunately, it didn't go through. She tried calling again the second time but the same result.

The thought that she was unable to reach her friend got her more worried. So many thoughts ran through her head.

'What could have happened to her?' she spoke inwardly to herself. Her facial expression changed. Adrian could see how wet her eyes had become. Even though it was late at night, the reflection of light that came from the club helped Adrian to see those tears.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he took a few steps closer to her and placed his hands on her shoulder and tried to cuddle her to stop her from crying. At this moment, he felt like a good and caring dude.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He spoke as he wiped her tears.

"Isn't she picking up or...?" He asked.

"Her number is not going through." She replied as those tears finally dropped gently. Rolling down her cheeks.

"Don't cry. Let's check for her in the backyard.

Most men do take advantage of ladies because of how lonely and dark it always looks. Let's check to see if one of those bastards had done something to her." He said looking at Sophia to see her reaction.

"Huh? Take advantage of ladies?" Her heart skipped again as she started to breathe fast again for the second time. Getting more worried about her friend and Adrian held her wrist as they both walked towards the dark and lonely backyard.

"Don't worry, we will find her soon." He comforted her. "Even if we don't see her in the backyard, I will instruct my boys to search for her. There is nothing to worry about." He comforted her again and she nodded.

Few seconds later, they arrived at the backyard. Sophia shouted Cynthia's name to see if that could help.

"Cynthia! Cynthia!" Sophia shouted her friend's name but still couldn't find her. The moment she tried walking out of the backyard and going back into the club to complain to any of the security, something suddenly pulled her back with full force.

"Where do you think you are going?" Said Adrian as Sophia curiously turned at him. She was surprised to hear him ask her such a question with an emotionless facial expression.

Never trust a stranger." He said as he pulled her back and pushed her to the ground which made her fall to the ground.

"Aaa!" She cried from the pain she got as the result of the fall.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked as she tried standing up but then, she heard a voice.

"Don't dare stand up." Said the voice. Sophia was curious to know who it was and as she looked up to see who the owner of the voice was. Suddenly, she saw four men approaching her and she could recognize the face of one of the men who appeared to be the waiter who came to give her the news that she finally thought it was a fake one.

Upon seeing the waiter, she spoke.

"You?" She said and the waiter smiled devilishly. Licking his lips as if he was about to devour a delicious meal he hadn't eaten for a long time.

"Yes, beautiful. It's me."