389 Weekend in Sin City 5

"Bri! Bri!", he shouted a few times and checked the bedroom and the bathroom before remembering his phone.

To his horror, Bri didn't pick up.

Quentin cursed loudly and called again, and again.

His hands were shaky because he ran five blocks from the restaurant to the hotel and now he can't locate Brianna.

Because he was on foot, he should see her if they walked back, which means that they took a ride, and she should be here. Are they really over?

With every passing second, he was getting more anxious and angrier and depressed at the same time.

He cursed again as the world around him was collapsing.

If Kendra is here, he would fire her on the spot and he would do whatever is necessary to bring Brianna back into his embrace. What if she does not want to see him again? What if she never smiles at him again?

Only Quentin knows of all the effort it took to slowly reel in Brianna into his life and get her to lower her defenses so that they are dating, but even with that, she would sometimes look at him as if she is ready to flee. There was always a spark in her that was not willing to submit. What if this blew up that spark into a flame and made his fiery Goddess leave him? Quentin is aware that if Brianna suspects him of cheating, or that he is even thinking about cheating, she will leave him… no matter how much she loves him.

Quentin was about to open the window because the room was lacking oxygen, but he paused when he heard knocks on the door.

"Why are you here?", Quentin asked Max and Hunter with disapproval in his voice while frantically checking the hallway only to see that the girls are not with them. "Where is Brianna?"

Max was irritated by Quentin's behavior. "Can we come in?"

Quentin didn't care if they get in or not. He moved from the door and repeated his question. "Where is Bri?"

"Because of your little stunt, the girls decided that they need some girl-bonding.", Hunter grumbled.

Quentin didn't get it. "What does that mean?"

Hunter decided to elaborate: "They went to party on their own, and they said that we can look them up later."

Quentin's head was buzzing, and he was not sure if he understood Hunter. "What?"

Max was frustrated. Did Quentin turn stupid after Kendra's phone call?

Max went to the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and three glasses, and Quentin was confident that Max is filling the glasses with amber liquid in super slow motion only to torture him.

"Here, drink this. It might help unplug your ears.", Max said while offering Quentin one glass of whiskey.

Quentin took the glass, but he didn't drink. "I don't get it. What did I miss that I need to unplug my ears? Bri went to party with Liz and Mia, without you. Why? Where are they? And how is that my fault?"

Hunter downed his glass and grimaced when the alcohol bit his throat.

"Me too.", Hunter said in support of Max's words and added: "If I stayed home, I would be in bed cuddling with Mia, and not hugging this… empty glass…" Hunter eyed his glass and then gestured to Max to pour more whiskey in it.

"Fuck you!", Quentin shouted as he was unable to hold back his frustration. "It was one lousy phone call and I have no idea how it escalated to this point. Why are you dumping all this crap on me?"

"Maybe because that lousy phone call started a landslide, Q.", Max said flatly while refiling Hunter's glass.

Hunter knows that despite heated arguments which sometimes end with heavy blow exchanges, Max and Quentin are best friends. And maybe that friendship is why those two proud blockheads can have such clashes without ripping each other's heads off.

Normally, Hunter would stand aside and let them steam out, but this time he is impacted as well, and he can't keep quiet.

Hunter frowned at Quentin irritably. "For someone who had countless women in his bed, you are clueless about females. What makes you think answering a call on a Friday evening that is not about a house on fire is OK? I don't know how much Bri can put up with all the sketchy women in your life, but this time you did it in front of her friends. Did you think that they will let it go? And you even went outside so that you can talk in privacy. Smooth… really smooth…", Hunter ended sarcastically.

Quentin slammed his glass on the table angrily, making some of the whiskey jump out and spill. "It was not my mistress! It was a phone call from my assistant who is spending her Friday evening organizing my Saturday evening so that I can impress my girlfriend."

Max sneered at Quentin's words. "It's a tough choice, Q. Should you go and comfort Kendra because she is working hard on a Friday evening? Or should you comfort Bri because your ex is preparing a surprise for her?"

Hunter's ears perked up when he realized that he heard something important. He mentioned sketchy women only to get on Quentin's nerves, but this… "His ex?"

Max nodded in confirmation. "Yeah. Q shagged Kendra. But don't overthink it, Hunter. It was a long time ago and it does not mean anything. I am confident that Brianna will see it that way."

Quentin groaned at Max. "I'm sorry I told you, mister perfect. When will you get off my case?"

Max was fuming. "You want me to get off your case? Not so fast! Your stupid stunt cost me a Friday evening with Liz. We are in Las Vegas, and instead of spending her evening with me, my girlfriend is comforting yours because you are an ass! I wish I knew this when you gave me crap for Irene. You were high and mighty about an ex showing up in my life, and I had no idea that you are keeping yours as your PERSONAL assistant."

"I never dated Kendra.", Quentin hissed.

"Yeah, that makes a big difference.", Max said sarcastically. "How about we compare? How many times Kendra made you coffee, or picked your necktie to match your suit, after you started dating Brianna? Did she match your socks? Or fold your laundry? Did you get Kendra to do Brianna's laundry as well?"

Quentin thought that the whole room was spinning how angry he was. "You are twisting it! I would never keep Kendra as my assistant if she was anything other than professional."

Max sneered. "Are you sure? I remember that your first date with Bri ended as a disaster, and you mentioned that it started great, and then it collapsed even though you planned everything perfectly. Did you get Kendra to arrange a dress and styling for Bri? Are you sure that your perfect assistant didn't do anything to mess with your perfect date on purpose?"

Quentin narrowed his eyes at Max, and it looked like they are about to pounce on each other and break into a fistfight at any moment.

"Guys, there is no point arguing.", Hunter reminded them before they demolish the suite.

Quentin grabbed his jacket. "I agree. Where are the girls?"

Max looked at Quentin like he is doing something silly. "What do you want to do? Go there and make it worse?"

"It's already a disaster. How much worse can it get?", Quentin growled. "Will you tell me where the hell Brianna is, or do I need to go and check every club in this damned city?"

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