Elina followed the man in a suit who appeared to be a guard of Brennon. Taking her to where he was seated. The smoke of cigarettes, and other harmful drugs. Filled the air as she walked further into the bar. This place was discreet. There was a curtain at each corner. There was no stripper's insight. 
 But she was uncomfortable with the smoke, filling her nostrils. 
 &quot;He&quot;s in here, ma&quot;am.&quot; Elina nodded. And breathed in. This was it. 
 She steps in while sliding the curtain. He was alone, seated in the long chair. He held a pipe in his mouth and there was a gun on the table. He looked young for an old man like him. 
 How come he looks so young? Like a man in his early forties. 
 He sho

&quot;I told you she isn't Elina. You were proving difficult, you made a fool of yourself at there.&quot; 
 &quot;But, she looks just like her, her voice. I can tell she's my Elina.&quot; 
 &quot;She used to be your Elina, not after you f**ck her best friend. You're bad man.&quot; he chuckled sipping from the glass. 
 &quot;Please don't make me feel worse, I still couldn't forget the look she gave me, betrayal, hatred, disgust. It's still hunts me every time I close my eyes. I saw her face. The tears in her eyes,&quot;
 &quot;Then you shouldn't have done it, when you know you're madly in love with her. You don't even like Barbra. You used her to satisfy your needs. Because you needed someone to f**k and she was there. And you two had to enjoy the moment. That's how you should

Elina was in the car. With Kenzo, Aziel and sambas, she was seated in the back with Kenzo and for a while now, they hadn&quot;t said a word. She didn&quot;t know how she was going to say the word, she doesn&quot;t want to sound rude to him. So she clamps her mouth shut. But she has to know what's gonna happen to her, she doesn't even know that this was all about and neither of them was saying a word. 
 &quot;Where..&quot; 
 &quot;You&quot;re..&quot; Kenzo and Elina said simultaneously. 
 She looked outside the the window. Cause he was staring at her now. She could feel his eyes on her. Going up down on her body. 
 &quot;Where are we going?&quot; she voiced out. 
 &quot;To the date.&quot;<span class="Appl

Elina followed the man in a suit who appeared to be a guard of Brennon. Taking her to where he was seated. The smoke of cigarettes, and other harmful drugs. Filled the air as she walked further into the bar. This place was discreet. There was a curtain at each corner. There was no stripper's insight. 
 But she was uncomfortable with the smoke, filling her nostrils. 
 &quot;He&quot;s in here, ma&quot;am.&quot; Elina nodded. And breathed in. This was it. 
 She steps in while sliding the curtain. He was alone, seated in the long chair. He held a pipe in his mouth and there was a gun on the table. He looked young for an old man like him. 
 How come he looks so young? Like a man in his early forties. 
 He should be counting sixties now.
 Maybe he wasn&quot;t up, she was just overreacting.<span class="A

Date with Brennon