Elliot kept staring at his phone screen and at the messages he had sent Nigella last night as well as in the morning, hoping that a reply would pop up any time.
Pablo and Marcus were seated opposite to him on the restaurant table they were having lunch at. The two of them had practically dragged him out of his room to spend quality brotherhood time together. Elliot hated the idea of it but the amount of emotional blackmail they fired him with had worked in melting his heart eventually.
But that didn't mean he was the least bit interested in bonding. He was more worried about the horrible fact that Nigella had not get replied to his messages.
"I hate it when he does that." He half listened to Pablo speaking, his fingers hovering over the alphabets, debating wheather he should send ano
