Wild Nights With My Brother’s Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 146

NICOLE

Words can’t describe how exhausted I feel as soon as I get to Mason’s apartment.

He isn’t in, and as soon as I walk in, Tmake a mental noté to call him and ask him if everything is alright, but this disappears from my mind as soon as I recall Emeralda, Roman, and that mansion.

I have to hold onto the kitchen island for support or I’ll fall. My legs feel so weak that it makes me wonder how the hell they carried me all the way here.

The horror that is this entire situation starts sinking in now that I’m on my own, just as I knew it would, and I sink to the floor where I then wrap my arms around my knees before rocking back and forth.

The nauseous feeling I had earlier hasn’t left me yet, and I want to throw up but I feel too sick to stand up. My phone starts ringing after l don’t know how long—it really could have been only a few minutes since l arrived-and I think of ignoring it, but I manage to stand up, worried that it might be Mason.

It’s actually Sebastian who’s calling me.

I could igoore the call. Heaven knows I’m not in the right state of mind to have a conversation with anyone. I can’t believe that Roman has deceived me the way he has. He got someone pregnant and didn’t tell me.

I’m not exaggerating, am I? I’m not losing my mind and making all the wrong decisions, right?

Roman betrayed me in the worst way imaginable.

Words can’t even-I answer the call mid-thought and press the phone to my ear. I force myself to sound cheerful. Normal. It’s a miracle, reatly, and just another sign of how fucked up my mind is right now. “Hi, Sebastian.”

“Nicole, hi,” he says hesitantly. “Iseverything alright? You sound..off?”

I clear my throat. Well, it seems that was all in my mind. I tell him, ” Well, I’ve had better days. Is there a specific reason for your call?”

“Yeah, I was wondering when you’d come pick up Katie’s things.”

“iIl go now.”

“Are you sure?”

His question makes me think about what I’m doing. What am I doing?

Why am I telling him I’ll show up when I’m heartbroken to the point of no repair? “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be right there. Katie’s place, right?”

“Right.”

After ending the call, 1 grab my bag and head downstairs. I take deep breaths on my way down the stairs, telling myself that I’ve got this and I’ll be just fine. This is just a way for me to cope and tell myself that I’ll be fine. It doesn’t hurt.

In the car, I call Mason but he doesn’t answer. I leave him a voicemail, and drive to Sebastian’s, wondering if my brother is dying somewhere or if maybe something happened. I just have to get this done and over with.

Deep down, I know that Mason’s fine. He had mentioned going out later if he didn’t feel too sick and weak. That’s probably what happened.

When I get there, Sebastian is standing outside with the remote control in his hand. His eyes are on me the entire time, and though 1 convince myself that I’m going to be just fine and that I’ll hide my painwell, as soon as I see the sympathetic look on his face, tears gather in my eyes and start snaking down my cheeks before leven get out of the car.

Sebastian races toward my car, opens the door, and then squats down next to me. His hand closes around my forearm. “Nicole, are you alright? What happened?”

I shake my head, trying to speak but failing. God, I should never have come here. I’m just embarrassing myself in front of him at this point.

What am I even doing here?

“Let’s get you inside. Come on.”

I don’t know how, but we make it inside Katie’s living room, and suddenly, we’re seated right next to each other. Sebastian hands me a box of scented tissues that Katie always used, and for some reason, that just makes me cry harder for a couple of minutes.

She would’ve known what to tell me. Now, I have nowhere to run to for advice. I’m lost. I felt this way the day Ma died, and the feeling’s coming back to me. Yes, I have Mason still and I’m beyond grateful for that, but I’ve never felt more alone.

Sebastian waits for me to calm down. I feel so embarrassed to be here, sitting across from him while I cry about a man I cheated on him with. I guess it’s the universe’s way of making me pay for what I did.

“I’m sorry,” I sniffle, finally feeling a little bit better.

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