Wild Nights With My Brother’s Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 103

NICOLE

Sebastian helps me all the way to my Chevrolet, and then, he stands beside me and watches me cry desperately.

In the end, he says, “I can’t let you drive in this state, Nicole. Tell me where you want to go.”

I shake my head. “Anywhere. I don’t care.”

“Alright. I’ll need you in the passenger’s seat.”

I move there without stepping out, and Sebastian gets in my car. I press my forehead to the window as he starts the car. Though I feel his eyes on me, I don’t meet his gaze for a second.

He starts driving away from the hospital. I don’t even find it strange that he doesn’t ask me where I want to go; just assume he’s going to take me to Mason’s place. But we’re nowhere near that area, and when I look around, I realize that I don’t recognize the road we’re taking at all.

Fear claws at my chest. I sit up straight and ask him hysterically, “Where are you taking me!?”

Sebastian looks at me with confusion written all over his face. “I’m sorry… thought I could treat you to some tea or coffee. It’s early. Have you had breakfast?”

He responds so kindly and politely that I feel embarrassed. I guess I only reacted that way because i was traumatized from what Caius did to me. I should’ve jumped out of that car when I had a chance. Instead, I let him inject me and had the worst experience of my entire life.

Sebastian isn’t like that, though. He’s kind. Good. He wouldn’t hurt me.

I was the one who hurt him, all because that selfish bastard tricked me once again.

Pushing Roman to the back of my mind, I tell Sebastian, ” I’m sorry about that. I just…forget about it. I’d love some coffee.”

He smiles tightly, and the lines in his cheeks become more prominent. I want to ask him what happened-it’s very clear that he went through something serious because nobody loses so much weight in a matter of weeks.

But it’s not my place to ask him intimate questions anymore.

We arrive at a fancy café, and everyone greets Sebastian warmly. I get odd looks, and I’m not sure if it’s because my face is red from all the crying or if there’s another reason.

When we were dating, he never brought me here.

We sit across from each other at a small round table, and menus are brought to us. Sebastian doesn’t even open his and asks for the usual. I order an americano and put my hands together.”You don’t want anything to eat?”

“No, I’m fine. I don’t have much of an appetite this morning.

Sebastian stares at me intently and I have the feeling that he wants to say something, but ultimately doesnt. I’m a little embarrassed about why behavior now that I’m calmer. I really lost control back there, and if Sebastian hadn’t been around to support me the way he did, who knows? Maybe I would’ve gotten into an accident.

Our coffees arrive, and he’s the first to break the silence. “I take it your conversation with Katie went well? She was really insistent on seeing you.”

I sigh before taking a sip. “Yeah. I guess it was… unexpected. She told me a few things about my Ma and…” I meet his gaze. He’s watching me with so much interest that it pains me. A small, humorless laugh escapes my lips. “Who am I kidding? I bet you don’t want to hear a thing I have to say.”

“And why’s that?”

I sip my coffee and try to keep my voice light. “Maybe because you hate me. For what I…you know. Did.”

In a serious tone, Sebastian answers, “I could never hate you, Nicole. Never.”

Tears burn my eyes but I put in an effort into not crying right in front of him (again). I suddenly have this urge to share what | learned with him and maybe get his insight.

What should I do? Is it wise to even bother looking for a father who was the reason my Ma tormented herself?

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