Wild Nights With My Brother’s Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 163

ROMAN

I crumple the newspaper between both hands, clenching my teeth so hard my head hurts.

Damned reporters.

I should’ve been more aware of my surroundings, and I guess in the back of my mind I knew there were risks involved with fighting someone in broad daylight with so many people watching.

But I had no clue that this embarrassing situation would be all over the papers. Even the arrest! The worst part?

I’m the only one they’ve named. Sebastian is probably well hidden behind his connections, and has been described as a ‘businessman’.

It’s ridiculous.

I’m in a terrible mood. All of this was so unexpected. I’ll have to deal with court appearances and all sorts of • things. We’ll have to see how it goes.

Sebastian’s being an unnecessary pain about this. Then again, I’d probably act the same way if I didn’t get the girl.

I have a few meetings with some of my best clients later on, and I’m sure this altercation will be brought up. I’m sighing just thinking about it. The fucking fake laughter.

The nonsense talk. I hate all these pretenses.

But what can I do? The show must go on.

I check the time on my watch. By now, Nikki’s most likelytalking with Mason. I hope they come to an agreement. I can tell how much this whole situation is bugging her and I just want her to have peace.

A few minutes later, there’s a knock an my door, and as my secretary enters, saying something, that lunatic Esmeralda pushes right past her, nearly tripping her.

I stand up immediately. “What’s the meaning of this?

What the hell are you doing here?”

“I tried to stop her,” my secretary says with wide, fearful eyes.

“I saw what happened in the papers,” Esmeralda claims as she walks toward me. Her eyes are also wide, but they’re filled with tears. “Are you okay? Oh my God. Look at your face!”

I nod at my secretary so she can give us some privacy, and she closes the door behind her. I look at Emeralda squarely, wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do with this maniac. “I don’t know how else to spell it to you, Esmeralda. I try and try, and it just doesn’t register to you, does it?”

Her voice is small when she answers, “I’m j-just worried ab

-bout y-you.”

“Now you’re stuttering. Why? Out of fear? Are you afraidof me?”

“W-When you talk to me like this, y-yes.”

shake my head at her, trying my hardest to control myself. “You’re so full of shit. You’re not afraid of me. If you were, you wouldn’t be standing here, dirtying my space with your repulsive presence.”

“Please don’t talk to me like this. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. That’s it. I don’t mean any harm.”

“Well, you’ve done what you came here to do, so you can go on home. Do you understand me? I don’t need you to check up on me, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t do it again.”

She starts saying something but there’s a knock on the door and I feel like I’m on the verge of exploding. “What!?”

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